1. |
Makes No Sense
01:16
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Can’t see myself
Makes no sense
Can’t feel alive
Makes no sense
Can’t like myself
Makes no sense
Only feel deprived
Makes no sense
I’m not here
Makes no sense
Got only fear
Makes no sense
I hate myself
Makes no sense
That ain’t too bad
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2. |
Grim Habits
03:51
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Always seems to be an urge to get out of home
Something that makes me want to tear down my walls
Despondent and fearful are what I would describe
Myself as when I’m indoors
Going out
Just to vanish
I know it won’t make things go better
Wish I could get past that grim habit
Always seems to be a slight restraint to my joy
Something that makes me sad and crushes my confidence
Sweaty and hopeless is how I crawl
Through another fucking sunny day
Isolated
From the hatred
I know it won’t make things go better
I know it will just make me surrender
To a well-needed state of calm
Before I dive back to my grim habits
Always seems to be a certain pressure to keep it secret
And now I’m about to break down again
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3. |
Behaviour
02:50
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Bow down you’re an idle threat
Always coming back on what you say
Your honesty is as thin as a
La la la la la la
No killer you’re all bullshit
You’re not making a difference
Your thoughts as shallow as a
La la la la la la
No filter no false claims
Please don’t ridicule yourself again
Unless you wanna sound like
La la la la la la
I know a path to reality
That you won’t get if you stay the same
It all boils down to an attitude
Sad promises, your behaviour
You’re made of selfless pride
The result of selfless love
All you inspire is some
La la la la la la
To hope for honesty
On your part is a stretch
Your mind is set on
La la la la la la
I wish my words could help
Bring out the truth for once
Though honestly I’m getting bored
La la la la la la
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4. |
Homeless, Nameless
04:02
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Never thought this land could make me feel alone
This country’s desolate forever in my mind
And I feel like I’m left out on my own
Like a homeless man, left without a name
I just wanna be another one
But it’s a long long way for a long long time
I’m a lonely man in a given world
It’s a long long way for a long long time
Why do I feel alone, why can’t I find myself
Identity is just a crime and a destroying thing
I’ve got no home, no state and nowhere to go
I don’t wanna be like a sheep in a flock
I just wanna be another one
But it’s a long long way for a long long time
I’m a tiny man in a huge huge world
It’s a long long way for a long long time
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5. |
Room N°14
04:26
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I’ve been waiting too long I can’t feel my toes
I’m fat, all frisky and way too scared
I feel like an eye in a jar of brine
I could underestimate my brain
That’s why I want to decamp
From room n°14!
Stuck in bed for hours waiting on a call
Those bedsheets are tight, carry on the dread
The words I mutter are gibberish
How did I find myself in here in the first place?
Fed to death with anguish
In-room n°14!
I’m not going, I’m not seeing
Outside of room n°14
I wanna get out I’m oh so done
My boredom fills every crack in the wall
I wish the ceiling could crush my bones
I wish my lungs could fill with asbestos
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6. |
Primal Reaction
03:43
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Sometimes this life takes a toll on me
Acting like a fucking enraged dog
I just need to watch the news on TV
Just to feel the truth, just to flee the truth
This life on a script which I cling to
Makes me wanna shout out my own truth
But it won’t make anything change
Still, the same old primal feelings show
Always the weight of words
Exceeds the humble act
And all the words are meant to be blurred
To blow out every fact
Through the curtain of a song
Of which every word is wrong
The act of art perspires,
But does it matter? Does it matter anymore?
A primal reaction is not to be taken now
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7. |
Sex Offender
03:27
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As the night fell I saw you
Taking off your mask so quick
But it’s not ‘cause the sky’s
That you can really act like that
You say the night allows
Your sex to direct the rest
But it don’t mean you’re aware that
She won’t do it without consent
Come down, get down
Now you’re acting like a sex offender
Get off, fuck off
Now you’re acting like a sex offender
I was pissed that the night had
To absorb the mess you’d made
Like the beer spilled on the carpet
Girls endure your sad games
And I wonder if I would
Follow on this trail of sad boys
If I did it’d mean I’ve
Lost any trace of self-love I had
Guys like you make me so
Ashamed of being a man
Guys like you should abandon
Their male ideals
These masculine rules
Should be forgotten
Vulnerable men should
Become the new norm
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8. |
Freedom Of Choice
03:19
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Well it’s a nightmare
To be walking
On a crowded street
I start to get confused
I feel unsafe
With the opposite sex
Fear they’ll want control
And fear they will get it
Oh I don’t know why I just feel like a prey
Oh I just want to be left on my way
Well it’s all absurd
Why keep the barriers
Oh I just remembered
Them guys never evolve
Men are scared women will reject them
Not your body, not your choice
Women are scared men will attack them
Not your body, not your choice
No freedom
No pressure
All “drama”
All drama
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9. |
Amnesia
04:34
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Tomò demasiado
Demasiado tortilla
Sube, si sube
Sobre su Bicicleta
I want a headache now, knocking on my door
My mind’s a minefield, ready to implode
I want a hurting now, knocking on my door
I feel so bad I want to forget about my past life
Sobre su Bicicleta
En una calle, en el hormigòn
El camiòn justo delante, el cayò justo delante
Sobre su Bicicleta
Una colision auw!
Give me consequences
Una collision
Una amnesia
I dreamt of brain cells creeping through my door
Losing their minds in my living room
While I watched them from a closet, secretly
Dreaming of crushing their brains with my bare hands
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10. |
The Dream Is Over
05:33
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Now is the time I think about death
Boredom brought me to this state
Whatever ounce of hope I’ve got left
Has jumped out of my head as soon as these thoughts started kicking
Wondering about the afterlife is the most
Difficult exercise I’ve got through thinking there’s no such thing as a life
After my body disintegrates into a void
The dream is over now
What is the meaning of colorless
What is the meaning of lifeless
I get worried anytime I wonder
What is on the other side of the fence
Every time I think I’ve stabilized
Dark thoughts come kicking me down my throat
Losing my edge as I’m in a mist
Made of self-doubt, self-hate and a lust for dread
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11. |
Beat The Cowboy
04:39
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There’s something going on that I don’t care for
Your friendly advice is getting too absurd
Your condescending gestures are a torture
And now I just want to be left on my own
Beat the cowboy now
There’s something in your act that wholly concerns me
And I still can’t put my finger on it
I don’t fall for the manly figure
That you expose like a glorified statue
There’s something going on that I should care for
It’s that all things considered I’m the outcast
Constantly breaking down through the day
Full of hatred though it won’t solve the problem
Sometimes I feel like I should get over my disdain
Sometimes I feel like I should be so much, it’s a migraine
Sometimes I feel I should embrace it all
Oh that’s when the feeling’s poor
And I think that I should change
Oh my such an outrage
Spewing over that notion of the cowboy
It always boils down to the cowboy
Boils down to the cowboy
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Broken Bridge Geneva, Switzerland
GARAGE ROCK / GLAM ROCK / ROCK'N'ROLL /
GARAGE PUNK
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