1. |
Mortality
03:10
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In time
all your friends will die
and you will be alone.
They say,
"Well you know, you might ascend,"
or so you are told.
Sometimes
it's just the end that's on your mind
from the comforts of your home.
You're growing
so very old.
The only certain thing
is you're dying
one day at a time.
The days just come and go,
till you don't know
where you are any more.
Your mind runs sanguine sweet,
as your words escape your sheets.
Your very soul is leaking out.
It's a force that just depletes,
from the pit of your conceit,
and you're not faking it
no more.
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2. |
Sudden Death
02:48
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It's a shock to the system.
It's a truth that you must face.
The person you knew is gone.
So much for tribute songs!
They can never be replaced.
It's a black day on your calendar.
How many moons since the last one?
Was it weeks or maybe years?
You'll be engaged with all your fears
till funeral bells eclipse the Sun.
It's just another sudden death.
It's just another sudden death.
another sudden death.
It's just another sudden death.
It's a natural occurrence
coming at high frequency.
You're trying to tune it out,
but your dial's stuck in place.
It's all that you can see.
It goes out with your ego,
with your complacency.
With your brain against the wall,
you'll be picking up the pieces
for the next couple of weeks
It's just another sudden death.
It's just another sudden death.
another sudden death.
It's just another sudden death
weighing on your conscience.
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3. |
Birthday Song
02:43
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Years are racing by.
I can't keep up with all these changes.
I'm lost in place, and in time.
And I still feel like I did yesterday.
I feel as old as I did yesterday.
I'm losing speed.
I'm growing faster now.
I really outta act my age,
but I feel as old as I already did yesterday.
I feel as old as I already did yesterday.
It's a slow growth to your grave...
It's the progression to nothing...
It's the slow descent into madness...
It's the miracle of age.
And I still feel like I did yesterday.
I feel as old as I already did yesterday.
Yesterday...
Yesterday...
Yesterday...
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4. |
That's Always Me
02:10
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There were you and
all your dreams of
how your life was gonna be
you've found
solace from those
foolish friends
you knew were never
gonna stick around.
Now you're hoping
your sweet somethings
will roll around from
night and into day.
Turn your pockets
inside out
and all your lovers
seem to run away.
Abandoned in your hour of need?
Well that's always me!
Should have landed on your own two feet,
but you're scampering!
Try to make my way in life
but precedents are
fucking with my cause.
Try to make my happiness
but presidents are
fucking me with laws.
It all makes me laugh out loud
I'm watching our destruction
tall and proud.
Hear the sirens sound out now,
yeah,
soon they will be
firing at the crowds.
Get a grip they said, "Oh brother please,"
well that's always me.
Tyranny will bring you to your knees.
Well, it's happening!
Try to bring my hands to strings,
the moment rings,
it sounds out,
then it's gone.
Try to bring my reasoning
with melody
and melancholy songs
but it all seems futile now
the future brings
a million songs a day
Add it up to a sonic blur
and soon you'll see
my signal fade away.
Off the radar, nowhere to be seen,
like forgotten dreams,
etched in cornea corners, sole and serene
well that's always me!
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5. |
A Song for Your Heart
03:05
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I gaze from an angle, you stretch out a smile.
Tells tales of what's in your head.
You're too damn resistant, I tried for a while,
your caution keeps men from your bed.
You laugh as your days stretch on.
I watch as you spend them alone.
No daughters, no sons, no will to be won.
No solace, no refuge, no home.
Well, who sings a song for your heart
loudly as they shout from the street?
And I've heard you saying to yourself,
"why do they sing it for me?"
Now you kneel at the alter, and pray to the powers,
that fortune will smile on you.
That's where you falter, the clocks count the hours,
of torture your body turns through.
Now you're waiting for something to change,
yeah, you're patiently wasting your days.
You need love and affection, a whole new direction,
a purpose, a place, and an aim.
Well, who sings a song for your heart
loudly as they shout from the street?
And I've heard you saying to yourself,
"why do they sing it for me?"
Now you're growing impatient. You've sapped all the nectar
the world gave you to to soothe all your wounds.
You stand at the station. The man you're stood next to,
you've waved to conduct their own tune.
Now you're sickly from being alone,
and you won't leave your bed in the day.
'Cause you quake at the truth, there's no fountain of youth,
and you're losing your chance as you age.
Who sings a song for your heart
softly as they drift off to sleep?
And I've heard you saying to yourself,
"Why do they sing it for me?"
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6. |
Force
02:17
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A man, a gun, his little hands.
He keeps it holstered. Wicked plans.
He's drawing up a list of his demands:
a one night stand and a gold escape car.
Never get very far on an attitude
of sweet release and discreet platitudes.
Burning on for the dawn of the next one.
All night long on a lawn, tried to neck one,
two, three, four, who's a whore or a horror?
"-sure I saw a ghost in the last place."
Every single girl makes the same face.
Breaking your back for love is a disgrace.
Never tried too hard to get too dedicated.
Every holy place is a place I've desecrated.
Denigrated down to a meaningless void,
Avoid human contact, but savour the physical.
Animal; quizzical; curious wonder:
force of nature like lightning or thunder.
A ravenous wolf in a pack of sheep,
He's trying to chow down, but it beggars belief:
they're all disguised and wrapped in sheets.
Pulling wool over eyes, amidst furious bleats.
The streets are filled with their next kills,
A Brave New World that's built on pills.
Thrills will come to those who seek them.
Chills run spines when you can't defeat them.
Try and take them back, but you can't delete them.
Memories: echoing, every day, everywhere.
Kinda scared, but you can't break this feeling.
Peel the skin back, and it's so revealing.
Visceral, medical, cynical reaction.
Fatal consequences to a law of attraction.
Try to stave the feelings with another distraction.
Retraction of the fangs of a vampire creature.
Feature set complete, a machine post-beta.
Emotionless Machine will see you later.
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7. |
Ride the Tiger
02:21
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The modern world is not my home:
a horse without a rider.
Slowly racing into the end of days,
it's like a living nightmare.
When I wake the dream comes true,
and when I wake the dream comes true,
and when I wake I scream.
And so we stand on the precipice,
where we define our being.
I squander my days in avarice,
trying to find some meaning.
When I wake the dream comes true,
and when I wake the dream comes true,
and when I wake I scream.
I'll ride the tiger
through the cycles of the Earth.
Turn the snake back on itself,
watch it bury its head deep.
And as St. John looks on,
I'll usher in the days!
I'll battle Ragnarok,
then ride upon the waves!
And when I dream, it's coming soon...
And when I dream, it's coming soon...
And when I dream, it's coming soon...
And when I dream...
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8. |
Lighthouse
03:38
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When you're alone,
and isn't that all of the time?
You search for souls in solitude,
but you never find
that kindred spirit,
you've been searching for,
like a distant traveller,
sailing to your shore.
How long will you wait?
How long will you wait for them to find you?
How long will you wait?
When you're alone,
and that's all you've ever been,
you shine, how you've shown,
like no one's ever seen.
Like a dark night's lighthouse,
casting beams afar.
Burning brightly,
so they'll know where you are.
How long will you wait?
How long will you wait for them to find you?
How long will you wait?
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9. |
I Drift
03:49
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I search
day and night
I'm longing for someone familiar
across this lonely sea.
I'm hoping they will welcome me.
I move
across the floor and by the clocks,
through avenues unexplored
with ticking hands to guide me through.
I've no idea where I am going to.
I count
on countless play date working days
encounters always fade away
as memories melt in time.
I've got better things on my mind.
I dream
I'll be a better man some day.
I'll make you understand some way
you never could, but what the Hell?
I'm half the man you once knew well.
I am
an image in your cognisance,
an actor in your consciousness,
that plays and fades with hazy days.
I'm an afterthought of your crazy ways.
I live
in neurons firing in your brain;
a passenger in moving trains
that carry me through crowded days.
I'm drifting flotsam in your waves.
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10. |
Monitors
03:53
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Let's turn the monitors off.
No one's gonna answer your call.
You know there's no one there at all.
All the lines you've searched along,
are folding into flat-lines.
A sea of static, swiftly swimming lies.
We're all alone in this universe.
Sometimes you know it's just the truth that hurts,
but mending fabrications is much worse.
So save us from ourselves again:
escapism, our one unholy sin.
Yeah, it's a pit we're gladly falling in.
Believe me when I say to you,
there's nothing I think I'd rather do,
then sit and talk for hours and hours to you.
The ones you love will surely die,
from family trees to apples of your eye.
A certainty that you cannot deny.
So, why search for life that's far away?
When life is thriving right down here today.
Hold on to what you have, and "Come what may..."
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11. |
City Rats
02:52
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You and I are city rats.
We keep the country running on our backs.
Working pointless jobs
in our pointless lives.
We're all living in our city flats,
paying double on our council tax,
so we can grease these gears,
and just to watch them turn.
And everything we need is cheap.
All the people that we meet are cheap,
and they just come and go,
and we all look the same.
And whenever I'm feeling alone,
I can tap on a telephone
to talk to strangers
who don't care to know my name.
You and I were made for more
than pushing pencils and keeping the score.
Working 9 to 5,
and just to stay alive!
Let's make a business of you and me,
refract the blindness till we can see.
pushing through the crowds
that just stare back through you.
We can trade coffee and jokes.
We can laugh till we choke.
Breathing poison air
from all that city haze.
And I can lie down with you,
till our limbs turn cold and blue.
Oh, what a wonderful way
for us to waste our days!
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12. |
College
03:11
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Your days are passing by,
and you don't even care.
You stare in the mirror
and straighten up your hair
so you can leave at night
and fuck a bunch of guys.
You live a wasted life.
But your sadness grows
with every passing day
till you can't stay away
from how you're feeling.
Reeling suitors close,
Twisting, shooting in the dark,
Stark ejaculations spring,
"are you really happy!?"
Your hours are passing on,
and on, and on,
let's write another song,
"oh the government is wrong,"
"oh well we don't get along."
I don't think we ever did.
I'll be happy when you're gone.
Have you ever thought
for a day in your life,
or did you just recite
all your notes and stories?
Ideals burn too bright,
you're terrified at the sight!
You have no will to fight
for your hope and glory.
The minutes ticking on
you're imprisoned by your books
and all those curious looks
from those lecturers and crooks.
who have tricked you into debt,
with pretentious intellect,
lesson learned, now don't forget!
To what degree will you turn,
with all your papers burned?
Smeared in ashes; sackcloth spurned,
"There's no job for Jobs now!"
Your thesaurus guides you through,
blue collar services,
and now you're sure you lived,
only as they taught you.
Drop out!
Drop out!
Drop out
now!
Drop out now!
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13. |
Too Close for Comfort
03:55
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I was
beside myself with joy,
and when you ran away
three long years ago
I felt my heart destroyed.
Now I'm too close for comfort,
clinging to what sticks,
oh, and it never does
so why continue
chasing what will never be for me?
And I still live my life alone.
And I still live my life alone.
I flirt
with all the girls I meet.
And it always seems so fleeting,
fleeing from yourself.
You hold me at an arm's length,
we never get too close.
So, is this really love,
or just convenience?
The nearest soul that was in reach for you?
I hold myself together at night.
I hold myself together at night.
I run
to whatever heart seems near.
I'll take my beatings
in fractured union,
joined by broken bones.
I'll hide my desperation:
my tired sullen eyes.
Oh, men never cry,
and I'm trying to impress you.
My only fear is that I'll die alone,
And so far that seems to be truth.
And so far that seems to be truth.
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14. |
Break
04:16
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Hello.
It is nice to finally meet you.
Maybe we can go to
movies so that we can see
the people, we thought we could be
when we were not much younger now.
Now those fantasies have left us
and we're wandering in silence
in a world that's filled with violence,
sex and drugs, and me and you.
Neither of us quite so sure,
where we are headed to.
With every tick of every clock,
there is a movement of a
hand, but all my ligaments,
they struggle to make motion in the
morning. I just lay in bed
for another thirty minutes.
Hello.
I am looking for acceptance
from another certain someone
who can crack through
all the crags and crevasses
that surround the rock
in which I'm still living.
I don't mean to sound too hateful,
it comes naturally
like air I breathe,
or fire burning
in the elements of all I am.
I'm holding out for plans
of a new beginning.
Tear into the very core of me,
I want to see my heart again,
and feel the beating on my chest
of love and hate or
something that I can't mistake
for artificial living.
Break me...
Break me...
Break me...
Break me in...
Break me...
Break me...
Break me...
Break me in...
please.
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15. |
Antithesis to Agony
03:16
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There's so much to live for,
so much to see!
I'll never get bored.
I just want to be
anything at all,
so why not this?
Sometimes we fall...
Sometimes it's bliss...
So where's my key
to happiness?
You hold on to me?
Well hold to this.
We can sit and talk,
and reminisce.
Cast our worries off
and never miss
each other.
Well, not the bad times...
Unforgiven sins
from you or me
are liquidated in
the memories.
Captured perfectly;
locked in time.
Lost in endless dreams;
expressed in rhyme.
And all my friends
are here with me.
The moments never end,
they just repeat.
You cannot pretend
it's all defeat.
Maybe in the end
we can meet
in that city.
I hope you make it...
It's never make believe,
but it's all in
the way you perceive
and where you've been.
What you've done or said
is dead and gone.
The whole world's in your head,
so just live on.
And time, it never stops
for anyone.
It cares not for the drop
or rise of sun,
and retroactive thought's
a smoking gun.
So forget what you're taught,
and be the one...
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16. |
Stand As One
03:19
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As you cross your heart and hope to die
you're spitting in your brother's eye.
A holy nation, filled with pride,
stands firmly on a genocide.
"What we believe is now your truth..."
In culture wars we always lose!
Misguided men and their abuse
prevail till we shout from the roofs:
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
My name, my face, my skin, or creed
they're no reasons to make me bleed.
Sectarian identities
prolong and breed idolatry,
so why wallow in the baseless hate?
It's time you finally concentrate.
To classify was our mistake.
Reject the lies, reiterate:
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
Suddenly we all stand as one
when we have no race to run.
Suddenly we all stand as one
when we have no race to run.
Suddenly we all stand as one
when we have no race to run.
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