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Jenny
01:15
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ay down, take a rest
Take a step, learn to walk again
Pull the weight off your shoulders
Give up the guilt and learn to walk again
(Start again)
She said ''I won't be long''
WHOA
He spent a lifetime waiting
He said ''I don't belong now''
WHOA
She's still in line waiting...
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Future Imperfecet
02:41
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Feel the flame of incomformity rising up
Let's burn the world down to the ground and build up
a better present than this, an ''always'' worth fighting for
We see our own gazes fade in the distance
We aren't speaking for ourselves.
While waiting we're fading out
Our actions buried beneath our silence
We're fading out, while waiting
As our screams give into violence.
See the state of mediocrity take control
and how much longer till we realize it's enough?
How much can we take
before every bridge is left to burn
and we're drowning in the smoke
and there's nowhere left to turn?
While waiting we're fading out
Our actions buried beneath our silence
We're fading out, while waiting
As our screams give into violence.
WE'RE FADING OUT, WHILE WAITING
Feel the weight of uncertainty but I won't give up.
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Soma
02:51
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All along we've just been trying to figure out what we are
Ten thousand days have passed since
Stuck in the same place.
To make ourselves is to break ourselves
In these desperate times we're living in.
I know it's hard to see the clouds over the horizon
We just haven't tried hard enough
WE'RE STILL STUCK IN THE SAME PLACE.
It's up to us to make a difference for ourselves
WHOA
Just need to close my eyes to think of a better day
WHOA.
To make yourself is to break yourself
So close your eyes, think of a better place
To make yourself
To make yourself is to break yourself
So break the line, conceive a better day
Make yourself.
It's up to us to make a difference and build ourselves
WHOA
We just need to walk and keep on towards a better day
WHOA.
To make ourselves is to break ourselves,
So conceive a better day.
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Stupid Man Suit
03:18
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Wish there was something I could do to make this better
but all I have are petty words
and they amount to nothing.
In yout eyes, I see the light is fading
Driven into the hopeslessness of a thousand sleepless nights.
This picture perfect still of the world I hold in my head
Staring down from this stool with this noose tied around my neck
I feel the weight of the world overbear my shoulders
How many times must I try to run away before I realize that...
There's no way that you can run away from the ghosts that haunt you
It's better to just dive in and comfront all the bullshit life pust in front of you
We need to try to realize
that there must be something worth the hustle
at the end of the line.
All this time already wasted
trying to find something to say.
Wish there was something I could say to make this better
But all I've got are these sore eyes from a thousand sleepless nights
And a pat on the back for each time you get off the floor
Until you find something worth living for.
There's no way that you can run away from all your past mistakes
The harm you've done and all the wrong turns in all the years to come
We need to find a way to let go of guilt and the burdens we carry
Until the sun sets in our eyes.
There's no way that you can run away from the ghosts that haunt you
It's better to just dive in and comfront all the bullshit life pust in front of you
We need to try to realize
that there must be something worth the hustle
at the end of the line.
We need to find a way
We need to find our way out the water.
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Written up on a chalkboard somewhere, where kids used to learn
A message lost in time, we've forgot it, a lesson unlearned
We now define ourselves by measure, not through wit and heart, it will tear us apart
Left to wither in a schoolyard, somewhere, a place we now can't find.
As our dreams and hopes lay shattered on the floor
God, we beg for something more
Tell me, is there something we've been missing?
As our better selves forsake what we've become
Our present day feels cracked and torn
Please tell me, when did we stopped listening?
Now we stare at books filled by hollow words and we become blank pages
Our actions rendered innefectual by the current state, we turned to the dark ages
Our modern-day religion based on ignorance, when did money become god?
We drowned so deep in our virtual selves we can't hear our thoughts.
When did warm turn to indiferent and prescription turned to illnesses?
When did shrewd become so dreary? now there's a price to pay for caring.
Written up on a chalkboard somewhere, where kids used to learn
A message lost in time, we've forgot it, a lesson unlearned
As our dreams and hopes lay shattered on the floor
God, we beg for something more
Tell me, is there something we've been missing?
As our better selves forsake what we've become
Our present day feels cracked and torn
Please tell me, when did we stopped listening?
As our dreams and hopes lay shattered on the floor
Still we beg for something more
There must be something we are missing.
Written up on a chalkboard somewhere, where kids used to learn
A message lost in time, we've forgot it, a lesson unlearned
We now define ourselves by measure, not through wit and heart, it will tear us apart
Left to wither in a schoolyard, somewhere, a place we now can't find.
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Here I stand again
My face buried in my hands
Silence's become the soundtrack to these past few months
And though your absence brought with it despair and grief
Rest asured I'll keep the gold close to my heart.
So here I stand again
My chin buried in my chest
I lay between the distress of loss and the hope new cycles are to come
Here I'm hoping you find a safer way to brighter days
Go your way, keep your pace, I know I'll see you again, someday, old friend.
You showed me the path and helped me cross
THROUGH MY FEARS
You were support, a cane to help me walk when the way got rough
Your memory is light so I can see
THROUGH THESE DARK DAYS
When fear is blinding, roads are winding, depression's inviting and my thoughts are colliding.
La separaciÛn parece ser mejor opciÛn a mantenerte anclado a mi
A perder algo que nunca te perteneciÛ
NavegarÈ sin direcciÛn.
So here I stand again
Though I'm feeling like a leaf blown by the wind
Uncertainty and November got the best of me
I still find comfort in your words, they sound so clear
I rest sure you keep the gold.
You showed me the path and helped me cross
THROUGH MY FEARS
You were support, a cane to help me walk when the way got rough
Your memory is light so I can see
THROUGH THESE DARK DAYS
When fear is blinding, roads are winding, depression's inviting and my thoughts are colliding.
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STAY ON THE PATH, the tide is rising
You don't want to get caught by the spirits that haunt these waters
Dragging our shipwreck-dreams to the ocean floor
Stay on the path, the ever-sailing vessel will come for us
As the crow flies we need to find our way ashore.
It's best we wait, we must think straight
before we're three sheets to the wind
and forever loose our north
The wind on our sails, it's all that's left to save us
from getting our hope gone overboard.
The water that's breaking the levee
Is preying on our souls
We must find the wind, we will not be safe
Until we reach the shore.
STAY ON THE PATH, the tide is rising
You don't want to get caught by the spirits that haunt these waters
When we get hauled into the deep blue sea we'll lose our souls
Stay on the path, We need to find our quay
A place to lay our heads, before we're washed away
As the crow flies, squandered time, our wasted life
are taking the wind from our sails.
We're drowning into this sea of despair
The blaze of our wreck burst to flares
Adrift for a thousand nights, astray in broad moonlight
Drift into nothing like an unheard prayer.
It's best we wait, we need to be set straight
before we're candles in the wind
and forever loose our light
We need to set sail, towards a new direction
before we become another shipwreck lost at sea.
It's best we wait, we must think straight
before we're three sheets to the wind
and forever loose our north
The wind on our sails, it's all that's left to save us
from getting our hope GONE OVERBOARD.
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If I had swallowed up my pride
I would have a chance to get my life back
If I could mend all my mistakes
I might find the strength at least to say goodbye.
Well I'm here at the side of the road
Right where you left me
I dare not take a step
Just in case I miss you if you come and get me
I swear I've never felt this lost
Please come back home.
An endless stream of mistakes turned warm smiles into fragile handshakes
The brightest days into the coldest of nights
I can't remember the last time that I actually saw you
I can't remember the last time I saw you through the mirror.
But I'm still at the side of the road
Right where you left me
I'm taking my first step
Cause I'm tired of waiting for you to come get me
God, I'm so tired of being wrong
I'm coming home.
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WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS?
We are victims of our failure
We are witness to our own demise
We flap our wings in hope the wind will change to our favor
But the world won't turn by our social-media cries.
We are the ones to say what echoes in our head
Forever hear us scream, over and over.
Feel the weight of the world over your head
The dire need to rip a whole across your chest
We're drowning in distress
We're in over our heads.
And we will learn to live, with nothing but hope
The feeling of losing, soon will be gone
And iíll carry the weight of the world
Iíll do it again and again and again
i need to know we can do this
i need to know we can.
The world we could conceive will burn inside our heads.
We are the ones to say what echoes in our head
Forever hear us scream, over and over.
Feel the weight of the world over your head
The dire need to rip a whole across your chest
We're drowning in distress
We're in over our heads.
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10. |
Darkstorm
02:39
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So this is where our freedom lies?
It sleeps besides the wolves in sheep disguise
All this time wasted always looking for something
and when we found it turned out to be nothing.
So this is where our freedoms ends
Forever stuck in the past tense?
We are the road we, ourselves, pave.
We need to realize we need to question why
We need to trace the line, before we bleed ourselves dry.
And start anew scratching what's been feeding
This state of discontent before we all regret
Finding that our freedom rests
At the end of a gun held by cold hands(below money's worth and cold intent)
We are the road we, ourselves, pave
We need to realize we need to question why
WHOA
Before we bleed ourselves dry
We need to trace the line before we're out of time
WHOA
Or we'll find ourselves in the dark.
Wasted years
Forgotten past the point of no return
Wasted youth
Pretending our self-fullfilling dreams came true.
So this is where our freedom lies?
It Sleeps besides the wolves in sheep disguise
All this time wasted always looking for something
and when we found it turned out to be nothing.
We need to realize we need to question why
WHOA
Before we bleed ourselves dry
We need to trace the line before we're out of time
WHOA
or soon we'll find ourselves in the dark
We need to realize we need to question why
WHOA
Before we let the last trace of ourselves die
We need to draw the line before we're out of time
WHOA
or soon we'll find ourselves back in the dark
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11. |
50 Shades
02:48
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Wish there was something I could say to make this easier
But saying goodbye is never simple
I've got a bouquet of all the wrong shit I've done in my hand
And a bucket full of ''fuck you''s waiting for me back at home.
And I sing to myself for all those times I buried my face in my hands
Wish they're all worth something.
I got up today ready to paint myself a brand new shade of gray
I'm out my door and ready to walk the same old road
Where warm smiles turn to fragile handshakes
The very road you left me at
Again and again and again.
And I sing to myself for all those times I buried my face in my hands
Wish they're all worth something.
Wish there was something I could do to make this simpler
But all I got are petty words
I've been sailing my days away on this cold bed
November came again to take what's left of me.
And I sing to myself for all those times I buried my face in my hands
Wish they're all worth something.
(I'm coming home, I'm coming home)
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Mi mundo atrapado en la tirania
El tiempo consume lentamente Èsta vida
Atados al borde de una maldiciÛn.
Hemos abandonado toda ilusion
Perdieron sentido nuestras esperanzas
Recibiendo la ausencia de su propia desdicha
La apatia no logra borrar el dolor.
Somos las consecuencias de la indiferencia
Creemos en almas perdidas por la autoridad.
Mi mundo atrapado en la tirania
El tiempo consume lentamente Èsta vida
Me niego a ser una sombra de la sociedad.
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