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Waves Of Sleep
04:24
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Angels indwell valleys of hell
Sing songs of praise and of death
Barely heard, wooden, sad
Dipped in delusion, already dead
Dead already, dead again
The light swell of farewell
Tired petrels sing themselves to sleep
A heavy head comes to rest
Worn out waves lying down to sleep
Anxiety puts out to sea
Held tight by tangled memories
Slowly loosen the embrace
Sweaty hands and shallow breath
Quietness arrives in waves
Slow waves, all dispersed
Fast dreams, an inward urge
Slow waves sinking in
The outside world expiring
Turning into smithereens
Waves of sleep
Deeply slow, slowly deep
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2. |
Missile Youth
01:43
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A sea of shapeless angles
A dusty taste
The warmth of blood and sweat
Running down our legs
A world waiting to be set…
Home-made hockey sticks
Secretly smoked cigarettes
Thoughts like missiles
Ready to be misled
Smashing your bad taste
Throwing pebble stones
Against your fake idyll
And all that it stands for
A world waiting to be set…
On fire
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All I ever was, a sad pet monkey
All I ever knew, drink wine and watch TV
I’m hardly there
Don’t pray for me
Please just leave me alone
Please just leave me bleeding out
Please don’t give me shit, just want to feel like it
Fuck everyone and everything
I cover myself in sheets and apathy
Just get up for cold spaghetti and medicine
I’m hardly there
Don’t pray at all
When I look them straight into the face
It feels like they have…
When I look into their eyes it feels like
Like they might…
They might have feelings, too
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Whirlwind
03:43
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Too short to seize, crooked and curved
Wads of smoke, thinly dispersed
Snippets of sound all around
Dancing shadows hint at what we could be
And we waste it all away
Carefully
Destroy ourselves
With ease
And all that glistens is the fire in our eyes
Slight touches mapped by chance
A wild turmoil of moments
Sparks flying through the night
A vortex of flickering lights
Whirlwind
All shapes up in flames
Everything will be fire
Everything’s gonna be
Whirlwind
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Death To The Salesmen
03:21
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Badly fitting clothes
Awkward silence, sore jokes
An accidental ballet
Under all that hair
Hides a crazy, wild stare
“Shut up and play!”
Don’t want to sell
Some bloodless shell
Because all that we can offer is
Bleeding ears and sweat and spit
A loud, beautiful mess
A damp smell radiates
Clumsy clowns kill themselves
“Can I borrow your guitar?”
Broken dreams and strings
Forgot the replacements
As well as myself
Here we come as we are
A big, bright, shining pile of shards
Don’t try to buy what can’t be bought
Don’t try to sell what can’t be sold
Don’t want to buy, don’t want to sell
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Fuck Death!
01:48
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How well can we walk through the fire?
Me and you
I remember
As the pain resounds
We’re not alone in this
How long can we withstand heat and flames?
Fuck death!
We’re all getting burned
But not alone
We’re all going to die
But not this time
This time there’ll be light
There are ways
I’m prepared
To heave life
I know there’ll be light
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Dying Daze
02:05
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Sights, sounds and feels
Pass me by like a breeze
Hazy memories
The infinity of time and space
Slips through me like grains of sand
No grasp
The last sparks of a dying day
Whirling around me
All is enveloped in smoke
Dead notes, shed hopes, sad jokes
A glance as empty as
This cloudless spring sky
But oddly awry
I think, believe and mean
Nothing at all as I sit here
As I disappear
I float on dust and ashes
And soon I’ll be ashes, too
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Flood
03:54
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These words are
A house of cards
A light breeze, a slight hit
And they fall apart
These chords form a port
Against this violent storm
These harmonies shimmer on the troubled sea
Wild waves roaring free
We are an idea
Vague and intangible
Like a floating sound
Elusive, but all around
Rippling waters, glistening sea foam
Rising tide, a swell of sound
A feral shimmer, a dazzling chime
A gush of gleaming harmonies
Streaming out
Roaring free
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Sour Lies
04:14
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They say they’ve got the key to everything you need
But their treasure room’s an empty tomb
Like lemmings we jump off the rock ledge
When Mickey pushes us in the back
Our lives - sour lies
Close your eyes not to see
What it’s really all about
Disguised - truth dies
Don’t take shit for granted and don’t tell me
That we are lost
We’re guilty of the crimes of the establishment
We work and buy and kill for them
It’s not solidarity that leaves us weak
But the obvious lack of it
Who’s entertained? Who’s enslaved?
This theme park’s a growing mass grave
A death machine driven by a million cogs
But we can throw our wrenches in the works
Who’s entertained? Ask yourself! Who’s enslaved?
There’s still so much more to it than that
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10. |
Somatotropin Blues
04:54
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The scars on our knees and on our shins
Wouldn’t hold us back
Just like the pain in the fingertips
A youth like a distant howl
Every grind made a strange, resonating sound
A blazing tone through a mindless mind
And cigarette smoke
Waiting to be swallowed whole
Grind to the edge
Never mind the gap
Wasted and worn out on a bike
Closed eyes
Riding home, traveling in time
A youth like a smashed beer can
Emptied out, carelessly thrown away
Drinking fire, talking shit
Soaring hopes
Waiting to be swallowed whole
Careless swains with growing pains
Brawl and roar with every pore
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11. |
Wild Animals
02:59
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These thoughts have claws
Tearing this world into pieces
To see what’s underneath
Until everything’s severed
And all bonds are cut through
And nothing’s left to hold onto
Trapped and caged
Wild animals
Not to be released
Tamed and staged
Wild animals
Not to be unleashed
These thoughts have jaws
Grinding on the shackles of reality
Trying to bite through everything
Until all fangs are dull
And every tooth hurts
And the emptiness unfurls
No one’s meant
To be this way
No one’s meant
To be anything
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Kalt
03:20
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After dark, fires burn
The flaming cold has returned
These ghosts are far more real
Than the proof of your conspiracy
Another cold, cold night
Broken glass, poorly patched
A pattern on repeat
In a cold, cold land
Disdain and hate, poorly veiled
An odious state we need to end
Fiery words, frozen hearts
Echoes of a repressed past
These ghosts are far more real
Than your imaginary history
Death-filled eyes, a sea of tears
Far away truths drawing near
These ghosts are far more real
Than the threat you strive to see
Nothing burns like this cold
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