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Void
05:10
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And our ghosts they won't outrun our bullets
And our ghosts they will howl
And our ghosts they won't outrun our bullets
Because steady hands they won't fail
Soon dead eyes will roll
Takes its toll for another round
You never learn you never learn you never learn
Are you surprised you got burned?
It's my life
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2. |
A Modest Recovery
04:40
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You're nothing short of amazing
I might choke but I'm still be gazing
From the rooftops witnessing squares running in circles
For you I'd sanction murder
To ease a tedious burden
The scum and regular people would say it's deceitful
With death I will entertain you
With smoke from barrels spare few
Pile bodies to a pillar of grandeur that mirrors your beauty
And on someone elses behalf
I'd crack a joke so you can laugh
It's a bleak affaire but it's fairly done
The shots I called the laws I shunned
You're the perfection that requires night rites
A carcrash redeemed so I just smile
To be perfectly perfectly honest wouldn't you too
And on someone elses behalf
I'd crack a joke so you can laugh
It's a bleak affaire but it's fairly done
The shots I called the laws I shunned
It just doesn't get any better
So there's a want of
A modest recovery
And all I give you
Is a sudden relief
From famous thieves
And what they stole
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3. |
The Sound & The Sore
03:46
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For so long
For so long
Empty chairs and (where's) the enemy
We picture the picture differently
Vacant eyes stare endlessly
Got no blood on my hands
But a minute to spare
For too long
For too long
Different knives in the very same wound
Sum of thoughts of how it should be
Accompanied by someone to leave
A lot of blood on my hands
And a minute's despair
Greetings from the darkness
No pity shown
We wade in pools of blood that we call our home
Pleased to meet me
I'm leaving
Death comes ripping
No pity shown
It's all so disgusting but I know my home
Pleased to meet me
It's deceiving
And it feels so real
And it feels surreal
And it feels so real
And it feels surreal
And it feels so real
And it feels surreal
And it feels so real
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4. |
Cults Revisited
02:44
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Think my heart would change its way?
Suddenly I run away?
I know more than mirrors say
I would never run away
Never run away
Golden heart's till the pearly gates
Baby forever now can I wait
I know more than mirrors say
I would never run away
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5. |
Future Tears Today
04:40
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FUTURE TEAR TODAY
Now the curtains pulled and the chairs are on the floor
Let's narrow it down to a drunken brawl
Is there anything you'd like to say
That you didn't yesterday
These are the remains of a conversation run dry
With the token face of a child you act surprised
How can language fail you so with the history that you tow
You were a drunken punchline that betrayed you that night
With a speech that rivaled something out of the third reich
But is it really that hard to sit
Straight up and admit
But now you're putting money where you're mouth shouldn't be
Seeing things that you definitely shouldn't be seeing
And that's alright when your numbers up
And it's alright when your loss their trust
And it's alright to be wasting time
Because it's not a crime
There's an end to be seen if you give in and fail
Doesn't matter a bit if your life really derails
But don't burn the world word by word
Coz this hour's the last to be heard
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6. |
War Drum
04:19
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First faint hum
Then along came war drums
Knowing well my ears
Soon the songs became
White noise from the leftfield
Guided by my eyes from safer grounds
Rush no rush
A broken monologue
Severed from my ashes
Lying on the ground
Dirty sleeves
The catalyst of a smug smile
Known by heart
To deceive
Slower minds
Prepared for the let-down
No genius is present
No genius ever cared enough
The weight we share
The wait and we dare
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Left of Denial
02:48
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Perversely, all four on the floor
Low by new standards
Low coz I can stand it
Honestly dreams disarm me
Drunk by new standards
Drunk coz I can't stand myself
Panic makes for a good conversation
Panic my only friend
Willingly, hands tied to tired eyes
Fucked coz I deserve it
Fucked coz I earned it
So count me in
So count me out
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Friend or foe
Or just forgotten
Never clearer
And I still don't understand
I run afraid
Can't numb the pain
When in doubt
or just distracted
Never clearer
And still don't understand
The way we speak of unspoken words
And the sides of you that we set aside
Watch me with a wry smile
Flog those pretty horses
Man that mars
Simple harm
It's crystal clear
And through time we befriend our fears
So realise
We're bleeding dry
All of my dreams
And don't you know
There's something here
We could not fix
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Blind men leading deaf mutes in handcuffs through a minefield. Swedish cosmopolitans with table manners. We were there when the dam begun to burst. 1979, year of Lorde.
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