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BW (But Why?)
01:47
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Along Your Spine
03:13
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Here we are laying with the storm outside
maybe safe, in this place we hide.
Suddenly one begins to cry
I fulfill the night with nothing at all
Take me where the sun sets, leaving space to the night
I feel the pulse of a fright all along your spine
I fulfill the night with nothing at all
Hope the storm will give us the love we need tonight.
Just wait a while, the room will be coloured by
a flash of lightning
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3. |
One Last Drive
02:52
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I spent the night sitting on the floor.
A bit of talking, drinking under the stars.
I drove at 8 p.m not so far from home.
Never felt so in company, never so alone.
Not so far
One last drive
Drop back, drop back the empty plastic bottles.
There's still space for you in the backseat.
Now turn your eyes outside.
Nothing special, just one last drive.
Not so far
One last drive
Say something to me
Say something to me or just look outside
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4. |
Just A Moment
02:17
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Wipe your tears, they reached your chin.
Give it some time, i know it's just a moment
Moment, just a moment
I know things will get the best of you.
And i know we'll make it through
Moment, just a moment
It's like being the last man arrived on the earth
It's like being the last man standing on the earth
with you beside
I'm sorry if ai don't know anything
Moment, just a moment
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5. |
Rotten Feelings
05:23
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Dry throat.
Hearing the rythm of the wasted time.
Suburbia, life in two parts,
lazyness of the senses.
Doors where they buy flesh,
decomposing dreams invade the wind with their smell.
In the shadow of time like the air passing by
Hold me close, inside,
leaving your confuse sing
In the shadow of time like the air passing by
When did you feel that it was real how she felt?
Wasted years, rotting feelings, that wasn't me
Cold sweat.
Watching the tears in the lake of sorrow.
Feeling my skin
slowly becoming plastic.
In the grip of a lie like a dumb in my mind
Sitting on a chair on nails
In the grip of a lie like a dumb in my mind
When did you feel that it was real how she felt?
Wasted years, rotting feelings, that wasn't me
Left outside, at the end of a road tonight.
I will fight with myself until i fall dead.
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6. |
Fake Modern Freedom
03:34
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Turn on the machine,
let's start the routine.
Fake modern freedom,
roots of the desease.
All live the machine,
steal my gasoline.
Finally i desappear.
Base the criticism
on this modernism.
Hopeless walking dead,
I will take your hand
even if you're a corpse
rotting in your convinction.
No one dies alone.
Turn the wheel of this machine.
I sold myself here on the screen.
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7. |
My Brain's Not Here
03:52
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My brain's not here for you,
I analyzed the scene.
Being here no more
it's my choise.
Respect my words,
accept my view.
Is this the free world
we all talk about?
My brain's not here for me,
it goes by its way.
Freud's irrationality
i can see
Modern freak show set in
lo-fi tv programmes.
My eyes get lost in
surrealistic paintings
I die inside
I show no pride for what you're at
even if we are connected.
I show no pride for what you're at
even if we are connected.
Are this the troubles he talked about?
Why is it so true?
My brain's not here for me and not here for you
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All these fields seem talking to me
I've been ignoring them for too long
The window pane reflects my face
This sunny day is now a blue moon night
Let me stare at the landscape
I recall the pictures with me
Secretly I go to see
The ones I'm within no more
This journey is not going to end
Let me stare at the landscape
Sad songs write themselves by their own
Wash
My regrets
With
Indifference
I'm within no more
Let me stare at the landscape
Sad songs write themselves by their own
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9. |
Womb
03:33
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Ain't sure of anything,
ain't safe in anyplace.
Now you stare at my desease
with a Joker's grind.
Lesion on my brain,
painful paint
of my mind
that lay me beside.
Panic's ocean is what i have seen looking into your eyes.
The baby that i used to be sleeps in a womb on fire.
A tired smile on my face, echoes resound, no need more space.
I'm fine.
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10. |
No One Cares
02:52
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Unless I'll see
a positive end
I believe it's working bad
Bring back alternatives
Don't leave me close to the fire
I know still no one cares
Leave space
to our purer minds
not polluted with racist trash
Overcome division they create
Don't leave me close to the fire
I know still no one cares
It's a destructive desire
I know still no one cares
it's hard for me when no one cares
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11. |
Mind Abuse
05:09
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Everyone in their safe hiding place
and behind the masks they wear.
Challenge me to look
in yours or in someone else's eyes.
Is it worth creating the image
we're all supposed to sell?
I touch your skin so soft and good.
I wonder if there's anything purer.
Last thing i want is to lose you.
All submitted to a costant mind abuse.
We stand undressed in silence.
The more i see, the more a go blind.
Concentrating on the words
we're all supposed to say.
I touch your skin so soft and good.
I wonder if there's anything purer.
Last thing i want is to lose you.
All submitted to a costant mind abuse.
Chained in my bed, but cannot sleep.
Trying to protect what i don't keep.
I wish i could throw my head away
to get out this mind abuse.
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12. |
Behind the Buildings
03:42
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Can't figure out.
How could it be so fucking hard
to get over it?
Get the fuck out of my life.
Can't figure out.
How the fuck i feel about.
And i wonder how fast
the sun disappear
behind the buildings.
Away is where she's going.
She'll never listen to this stuff.
Bury my secret, bury my dreams
without keeping them with you.
I hope to see you once again.
Don't need to talk with you,
just to see you.
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