1. |
Leap Of Faith
04:12
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You’re again in the dust,
where fear succumbs,
you’re alone
but you’re free,
Choose from
which branch to hang
on the Sephirotic Tree.
Help me it seems that I’m falling again,
the leap is unknown and the jump has no end.
Superheroes have abandoned mankind
Philosophers are dead,
for the flesh is weaker than the mind,
there lies all that’s known
decapitated by the queen
at the end of the board.
Help me I’m suffocating again,
the road is dark ,I can’t see, it has no end
You try to scream
and despair comes along
shoving pain
right down your throat,
words are coming out
and the lapsuses sing
“Oh Mother, where art Thou?”,
and there she comes and says,
“Wake up, my kid, it’s just a dream”.
Help me it seems I’m alone again,
the path is long lost and the nightmare has no end.
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2. |
Lover's Eyes
04:01
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Let the marks on your wrists remind you of the chains you’ve broken
the weight that you dragged on your feet
let them watch as you roam high above them
above this this toxic fog and this evil concrete sky
let it be heard as your voice shreds these padded walls
no man shall ever enslave another
for wage nor lust
lover’s eyes breed demise because lovers eyes never compromise
take this blood and this dirt they paid you with
wear it on your face and go to war
take your noose, turn in around their throats
and hang em high before this circle comes back around.
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3. |
Blind
03:05
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Lay my heart on the snow
This blood is on fire
A feeling forged
Of rage and desire
Above the Dusty floor,
In the emerald room,
Floating above?
Spinning out of control
Your arms around my body
Like ivy ‘round the trunk
Restrains my senses
Made aggressively numb
Dark in the morning
Shining at night
In panic while crawling,
Willingly blind
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4. |
In My Time
03:40
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My Anxiety is killing me
As I watch my health wasting away
I'm’ getting more anxiety
Isn’t it an irony?
Half my head had gotten numb
I’m feeling sad and kinda dumb
Thinking fast but goin’ slow
I’m putting up a decent show
In my time of dying
I've watched the world go blind
A silent voice’s shout
Echoing in doubt
In my time of dying
I’ve lost faith in my kind
A silent voice’s scream
Wakes your from your dream
My memory’s driftin’ away
Always living in today
I see these eyes looking at me
Can’t forget ’em for the life o’ me
Now I’m walking round in disguise
Smoke and mirrors telling lies
Walking through the enemy
They’re all around me I keep telling thee…
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5. |
You Played Yourself
02:25
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A pristine kid, a pet to feed
Sedated wife, eat your quiet life
Day in day out, you lay about
No not you, you had files to count
You played yourself
(You) Bet all of your time to live just a little bit
Numbers Six and Nine, show up most (of) the time
Make you think of her all of your/the time
You eat them up and they brought you more
Grind them down, you are paid to bore
Your life’s a bore
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6. |
Asthmatic
04:23
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Asthmatic
we’re born this way
Traumatic
We’re raised this way
We like you, we wish you stayed
We loved you just for one day
Dramatic
Fall in love this way
Ecstatic
We made love this way
This disease of mine makes me waste your time
You disease may hide behind those eyes that shine
Traumatic
We live this way
Asthmatic
We die this way
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7. |
Plastic
03:38
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You've plotted
against your own reality
You've plotted
against your own normality
It's time to weed out what's fake
It's time to banish the ache
You're face to face with yourself
You're down to mirror match
random enemies are through
it's time for the ultimate fight
You're dead
you are a sloth in the head
It's plastic, gets easily burnt
Lose the bets to win a true self
You have nothing to prove
everything in life has an end
You're face to face with yourself
You're down to mirror match
random enemies are through
it's time for the ultimate fight
You're a bomb that's ticking again
You're afraid to be alone in the end
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8. |
March
03:25
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You could have grown
You should have bled
You should’ve died with the rest of them
You could have been
a martyr to them
show them that slaughter is good for them
We despise the massacre
we will show no willingness
to discard our empathy
I’ll be the one that the nation distrusts
Places of dust
Heroes of none
Trophies of blood
For the elder god
In times of descent
Alarming consent
The lunacy spreads
Like bubonic plague
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9. |
Parties
04:21
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All these lights Blinding lights, Coloured lights Giving me frights
All this booze, what to choose? How to sweeten my abuse
Why couldn’t you show up? Blow me a kiss to shut me up
Now I’m stuck between the black and the blue,
Forever… Waiting on you
Give me tempo, give me speed, Give me everything I need
Numb my Brain through my ear, Make the voices disappear
Why couldn’t you show up? Blow me a kiss to shut me up
Now I’m stuck between the black and the blue,
Forever… Waiting on you
Foxie Ladies, Sugar daddies, Are we the good guys or the baddies?
Look at all these piles of bodies, Everyone’s a good guy in our parties.
Familiar faces I look through, for a second I see you
Forget about it I was wrong
Let’s all shake to another song
Why couldn’t you show up? Blow me a kiss to shut me up
Now I’m stuck between the black and the blue,
Forever… Waiting on you
Foxie Ladies, Sugar daddies, Are we the good guys or the baddies?
Look at all these piles of bodies, Everyone’s a good guy in our parties.
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10. |
She's Gone
05:24
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She’s born
She’s an angel and a devil from the womb
She’s gone
She comes every time she hears me sing her song
I’m done
For the long and silent rest I now long
So long
I’ve been waiting for her touch to turn me on
How long
Must I wait for my woman to come home?
Oh no…
It’s temptation and It’s knocking on my door
Oh no…
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Volynka Athens, Greece
We are Volynka from Athens, GR. The paper called it Noise 'n' Roll.
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