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At Night...
02:38
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the tide has brought the garbage back on the shore
the morning light just seems to make my eyes sore
suburban blight and hunting of the truth
searching in the same old places for a trace of my life
forever lost in a dream
of what is right and wrong and dreading time
for day to end and night to haunt me once again
forever lost in a dream
a labyrinth of beasts, terror at night
and deadly pills to keep your mind
unhealthily subdued
the fridge is open, come out slice of lard
reach in my pocket, unlimited credit card
labeled wrong, examined in every part
for the crime of following my own truth
soaring out through the haze
its been me against the world for quite some time
so passing out seems like a cure, for all my problems
soaring out through the haze
flailing blind and dreaming of the light
with tears dripping from my eyes
now what can i say,
go list me MIA, as there is no outcome worth of all my time
i'm sick and tired of all these lies
the lies i grew up to
the lies we've built together
and together is forever, i recall you saying once in a blue moon
now silence disproves you, and all i do is dance
at night i dreamt me a dream
it was the sweetest one i had in a long time
and even though i must be mad
at night i dreamt me a dream
in the end of the tunnel i saw a light
i’ll hold the torch high till the end
the dreaded end
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2. |
Return To Dreamland
02:33
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its time i return back to dreamland
can't help but think of it every day
every time i am forced to slap myself awake
stuck in the mud of reality
i am the prince of dreamland
deep inside the woods
i am the one who decides
what is bad and what is good
instead of searching for sanity
in a world so full of shit
i’ll judge the world from my throne in dreamland
then disappear for good
sealed exits, barbed wire fences, reality is hell
labeled wrong, labeled evil, thrown into a cell
society’s grasp tightens round my throat
i am the prince of dreamland
deep inside the woods
i am the one who decides
what is bad and what is good
instead of searching for sanity
in a world so full of shit
i’ll judge the world from my throne in dreamland
then disappear for good
is there a place where sanity is waiting for me
or am i bound to chase a dream for ever
to feel, to crave, to long for notions buried in the past
go finish first
i’ll finish last
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3. |
Conspiracy Theorist
01:46
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christmas comes to the land of the poor
the liberal hippies continue to drool
they all say "one for all, all for one"
but really no one for anyone
while an endless bombardment of social norms
and what we can't escape since the day we were born
make us totally selfish
we welcome this new age, we open wide the door
we blindly follow all the rules, as programmed before
arranged to ravish out of greed, and live in constant apathy
endlessly feeding the machine
summer comes to the land of the free
the ignorant dorks run off to the sea
its party time for the victims
and for the system's guinea pigs
but i won’t be alone or locked up inside
i am trying to cleanse my soul
drinking beers every night
within the lindane conspiracy
it's so easy to live in a lie
but so gratifying to fight it till you die
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4. |
Airport Song
00:31
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in the first morning hours
the mind seems aloof
the pain of last night's thinking
a bitter half hazed proof
that going for a haircut
then going for a side dish
and driving towards the airport
uncertain scared and childish
the weather is ok has been so everyday
but mindsets do not always stay
fear turns into panic
into a brutal display of panic
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waking up each day, leaving my bed's sweet death that tries to ease my pain
as i brush my teeth, i feel like going back to sleep
now that i think of you, a glimpse of charm heartwarming as in renew
i try to fight the insecurities inside
so as to move on, just one more step
one more step
the seems that pull apart these ends
are we at all honest with ourselves?
is it safe to hide anymore
from enemies invisible
try to move on, to the next step
is it me or is everyone's attracted to the wrong types of people?
is it me or is everyone as shallow as they seem?
the objects in my room, make me realise it's going to be my tomb
they try to talk to me, relieve me of anxiety
and a calming breeze is natures way of showing me i should be pleased
ambitions versus needs
one sec let me check, maybe i’ll make it one more step
so here comes the night, a beer, a friend, a fucking good car ride
as suburbia sleeps, my soul cleanses its disease
this feeling that i get, a losers life could never be as intense
maybe there's something more, i just have to open the door
finally reached the goal, i'm standing at the top of the staircase
i've got no more, no more steps
no more steps
no more regrets
no more lies
and no more doubts inside
i've got none left in my mind
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6. |
At War!
01:01
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the facts are twisted by the news
the propaganda looms
and everyone’s indifferent
like slaves they’re working day and night
no fucking end in sight
and nothing’s ever different
my ultimatum i have placed before you
prepare for war
as a blast from the past
is now back to haunt your lives once more
a blast from the past
a new manifestation
i shall strike on impulse
against all i see false
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7. |
Needle In The Brain
03:06
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don't wait go sell yourself today, be a part of this cultural decay
big print shirts, stretches and tattoos, moronic haircuts
sex drugs ignorance and party, don't forget to disrespect your body
go fucking smoke your weed, but don’t sell your crap to me
and what's with all those meaningless skin stains
that you seem to boast out with glee
not even in my darkest nights
i swear i will never comply
here comes a breakdown once again, oh god when is this gonna end
chewed up, thrown out, ignored, the future of your music
another product with a tag, demanding public for an act
with purpose to prolong your hedonistic futile train ride
and what's with the irreversible skin stains
imprisoned by your own stupidity
not even in my darkest nights
i swear i will never comply
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8. |
Bear Trap
02:21
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at the time of year round spring
at the outskirts of the city
hunting season has begun
there’s a sign and a loaded gun
the hours seem like never
yet the seconds like forever
you choose to defy the signs
one wrong move and you’re trapped
a bear trap lays in the woods
the squad is standing in attention
as we prepare for attack
the ritual starts and the trap goes snap
suburban streets with dim pale lights
voices echo through the night
torches burning in the sky
a hunting squad is passing by
the ritual hunt has no end
the ideals are no longer dead
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9. |
Apology
02:40
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the clock on the wall suddenly stops
eye colour lost from water drops
the fear of being apart
fighting the darkness of the heart
years lost in time will not return
yet only the soul knows how i yearn
to find a way to express myself
to travel back in time
for every sleepless night
for every unended fight
for everything you never asked for
an apology of apologies that hurts me like a knife
and will haunt me for the rest of my life
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10. |
Rifleman
03:43
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birth came on a winters day, with a belly full of echoing song
values fed by her selfless hand, the mouth’s been frozen for too long
along the wall of angels, the waves are splashing into it’s core
a rifleman of conduct sets up the last defence before the storm
trying to tame the restless angry waves
struck by time’s ever turning blades
surfing the storm
witnessing the birth and death of a transcending form
the evil giant, it’s feeble soul, to pieces its been torn
the hourglass has turned now, the sand falls steadily in its frame
the silent nights grow longer, demons throw the soul into the flame
along the wall of serpents, the waves are crashing into its core
the last descendants of a name, are the ones who have to bear it’s fall
he put his head to rest on the soft and holy pillow
to listen to the voices coming from the world below
the waves crash to the core, the story of a lifetime
the ghosts carry the soul, the story of a nighttime
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