1. |
Something
03:49
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“You’re dying” , these cold words
Flood our world
You lived with care the useless rat race
They’ve chosen you, they will take you
By hook
By crook
Crying you’re scraping ( your) tatoos
Punished by the truth
You don’t deserve such a bad thing
I’ld like to pay for you but they want you
By hook
By crook
There’s a sort of limbo behind the real
Where love is over
There’s a sort of limbo behind the real
Where war is over erased by hook
By crook
By hook
By crook
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2. |
Daylight
03:35
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So cold this december, I’m lost in the rain
(I’m) marching in the mud without a way right here
I curse the summer when i wrote my name
The war is the health of a state
Daylight will pierce me
Lost in this december, lost in the pain
No civillian would sign it again
The bloody december where
Blood can paint the sea....
Daylight will pierce me
And the night here...cleans
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3. |
Dead Disco Syndrome #1
03:22
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And words resound and shine under the sky
people's standing here at an angel’s crying
They're dressing black
Placing kind adjectives
Everybody is a little twister with a truth to show
I want to tell you about the hate and all the time
They’ve spent deleting the heart and rhymes
They're dressing black
Placing kind adjectives
Everybody is a little twister with a truth to show
Clang the bell x 2 Just like to thank you
Clang the bell x 2 It’s a dead disco syndrome
Rivaluation, even a stranger cries
You always want a little more when you have no time
They're dressing black
Placing kind adjectives
Everybody is a little twister with a truth to show
Clang the bell x 2 Just like to thank you
Clang the bell x 2 It’s a dead disco syndrome
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4. |
Speed Control
04:13
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Slowly we had to kill off
Every morbid wonder
the sun overcome the lucid moments
to steam us in silence
Only sharing can change it
Lost we’ve lost a battle
To win the entire war
C’mon it’s now the moment
To boost the awareness
Only sharing can change it
The’re something wrong with my gear-box
The’re something wrong cause the gear is blocked
The’re something wrong cause the gear is gone
The’re nothing right inside my pain-box
Someone is running over-me
Someone is trying to reach me
Someone is going to catch me
He’s the one who’s going to kill me
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5. |
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I’m feeling out of line
In these temporaey links
Words are not necessary
The rain is quite a sight
And covers up the sins
Strangers are dressed to kill
And I Slide
slide with my ambitions
Black looks in the rain
Absurd things
The synthom is a sick breathe
I’m hoping to survive
Cause I’m not allowed to be
With these faces I feared to see
And I Slide
slide with my ambitions
What we are is a secret
what we need to do too
There’re no logical sequences
When you’re sliding too
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6. |
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Here the wind has whispered my execution
I’m searching for some cheap brand new veins
I’d better watch down the street, but no more revolutions
See how They’re defending what they own
And You lie to yourself when u say “I will”
You’re lyng to yourself when u think “I will”
Destroying the systems with the radiations
1 2 3 4
Hear the wind it’s blowing myself uphill
I gave up holding grudges or maybe feeling
You should try my private revolution
See if u can you cope with on your own
Destroying the systems with the radiations
There’s a big fail in me
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7. |
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I bless the trouble that’s in my mind
Failures or pressures? They make me blind
I run ahead losing support
After this time I’ll go solo
That someone give me what I want
In this crowded hell
Every story I would break down
Every connection I would break down
Is not a failure, it’s in my mind
Deep frustration here even more than a fucked uptime
If you want my honest I’m not sure
This crucifixion just makes me whole
In this crowded hell
Every story I would break down
Every connection I would break down
It's in my DNA
But I can’t hide
The evidences
Of this faulty crime
I can wear a mask
But You will find
The bloody evidences
Of this faulty crime
In this crowded hell
Every story I would break down
Every connection I would break down
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8. |
On The Scene
03:35
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Enjoy yourself as a sick invader
Sweep away exceeded arts and tecnique
yuo’re what you’re what you’d never be
a huge fire for a fallen angel out of grace
No more cold wars
Six seconds and you are on
you get skilled to bleed somebody dry
On the scene people change nonstop
and that’s going to rearrange your brain mess
No more cold wars
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9. |
Steinhaus
04:20
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I got a vague feeling of why
I can’t connect to react and fight
This endless land rules without any view
And the worst stays inside
It’s overflowing from the eyes
This guilty feeling fills ya and it could kill you
God It’s not my time to invoke you
God It’s not my style to beg you
I’m working like a slave to change the air
And I don’t complain to make the grade
I’m not living
The expression of myself Is lying x 2
Dragged by the stream who wag and eat my mind
implication and guesses now could kill you
God It’s not my time to invoke you
God It’s not my style to beg you
I’m working like a slave to change the air
And I don’t complain to make the grade
I’m not living
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10. |
Piano Metal
04:57
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You lived your life through me
I found ove than disappeared
Exploded As the summer faded
Like crystals in a pipe dream
Scared by my songs
That's how I spend my time since I was born
How does it happen? tell me
A toungue can’t speak what stirred within me
I won’t disown what I saw
I don't write anymore with so much sense
I’m defining the beauty
While I’m trying to heal my skin
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