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the arsonist
04:15
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The self proclaimed champion
Undisputed King of the stupid
Can’t find his way out of the room
The flock does not need no more leaders
Burn the whole world down
There is no way around
Burn it to the ground
I’ve been chewing all the rumors
Straight From the mouth of the wolf
That None of these beautiful souls
Will survive to their tumors
This grotesque war on beauty
We are doomed if we lose it.
All the morons in the world
Will honor the promenade
No one will notice, nobody will care
If these freaks survive or if they fail
No pain or glory, a shameless affair
Will lead us throughout the parade
Burn the whole world down
There is no way around
Burn it to the ground
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(J.B.) kind of day
04:17
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I woke up again with the same old script
Under my pillow.
3 day stub and the déjà vu of those
Redeemed to repeat themselves
For the sake of a shrinking audience
I will play the loser once more.
Getting paid to be myself
Didn’t look like a bad idea.
So I stopped worrying about
What to wear, say or drink.
(Changed my priorities.)
Tease me with the thought of a loving wife.
And bring me the head
Of those who spend the night
Writing plots against me.
Please let me win this time.
Happy endings don’t come easy to me
And when they do
I live long enough to regret them all.
Failure looks so rewarding to your eyes
But you never made that call
You never wrote that letter
And now you’ll never know;
now you’ll never know
Will the carrot ever stop?
Will I ever break the mould?
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Inertia #
04:01
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I live in terrible shame. I should confess to end this blame and make amends. But it is too late
I’ve done it again my friend; I drank too much and talked all night. Woke up in a pool of sweat.
So comfortable in this numb state. I won’t recognize myself. Bang! There goes another day
God bless this animal pain it makes me feel alive and sane. I need a fix but not today
Overrun by inertia
Was it really worth the wait? Music is all we have left, please stay with us throughout the day
Who is charge to clean this mess? To supply an alibi, to sweep the dust under our bed.
Soaking wet again, is not the flood is just some rain that’ll keep our lives cold and grey.
You are pulling all my weight, I’m still scared and paralyzed, I think I’ve killed my only friend
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God´s sparring
05:03
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Throw me all your punches I want to take them all
Caress me with your gloves I need to taste some blood
You call yourself a boxer? Slimy useless slut
I’ll crush your every muscle; Down I go for the count
One, two, three / Punch too
Can’t knocked me / you fool
Four, five, six / you cheat
Eight, Knock-out / dont call me Lazarus!!
My death wish has no limit, send me back to the hole
If I ever ask for mercy kick me a liver punch
I did throw in the towel but I (got up and walked) was taken back
My job is god’s sparring waiting the Upper Cut,
One, two, three / Punch too
Can’t knocked me / you fool
Four, five, six / you cheat
Eight, Knock-out / Dont call me Lazarus!!!
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5. |
The Hunter
04:09
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My toes are frozen now, how could it get much colder
Up to my waist in snow the wolves are out to get me
On the hunt for food the kids cry out from hunger
My fears can't be denied, the teeth are getting closer
How I miss the sun
Summers on the shore
I'm feeling the first bite
Darkness is all around and I can hear some footsteps
My bones have been stripped; turn apart my muscles
Lonely souls at dawn, saved me from starvation
My will has done some good, never meant to be a hunter
How I miss my son
Father where are you?
My fate is set on stone
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6. |
Rev-elation
04:38
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Last night out of frustration, I burnt all my bridges down
I had a revelation. I saw my life Picture clear
Sometimes the lights are glowing but you still live in the dark
Those flames were liberating old me from my past
You can pick up your trophies from the front room
And leave them by the riverside.
Last night all my possessions were drag by the flood
I became a spider, my web shattered by the wind
Woke up this morning, a curtain over my dreams
I’ve been Blindfolded and led out of my town
Tell me how much do you rank your pride?
How much do you expect to make?
I can´t remember any of the plans I ever made
Demolishing them one by one, day by day.
Last night all my obsessions were simply at stake
Forty years of disillusion, withdrawn from the dreaded world.
With my soul on vacation and a License to thrill
Someone handed me a revolver, a handful of empty shells
By the dark side of the river, I shot the stream that never lies
I fell unconscious for a little while.
I can´t remember any of the plans I ever made
Demolishing them one by one, day by day.
I had a revelation
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