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Hanky Fanky
04:39
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Sainthood’s a real hard thing to come about
When all our desires keep on tainting our style
Our hearts bow to pride like it’s some goddamn crown
And schadenfreude makes us jump all around
It’s ok to step on the grace of the dead
If that’s gonna make you move up and ahead
So brother come hither we’ll pray for mankind
We’ll pray hard for mankind’s righteous demise
But I’m so addicted…
I keep craving for you
I keep longing to make you peak
It’s just contradictive;
I rejoice in my sins
But I can never resist the guilt
Animalism’s invaded my heart
I’m only thinking about tearing you apart
My cannibalism-raised-metabolism
Makes my animalism so naturalism
This shit is way too paradoxical for me
These paradigms are way too toxic for me
Figure it out and you’ll achieve divinity
With this withdrawal syndrome comes your sanity
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Nightclub Sundays
04:46
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There's something that needs to change. This picture ain't right.
I'm tired of all the rain. It's flooding your eyes.
It drowns my judgement and it takes down all my will.
There's something I need to do to get out of bed
But there is nothing left that's worth an effort.
There is no reason; there is no one worth the fight.
I wonder if this is the place for me.
Cause I'm all alone, all burnt and tired just staring at the neon light
In this awful place inside myself just singing Nightclub Sundays
With all my heart and all my feel but I just have no audience.
I had to run. I had to smile. I had to fake everything's alright.
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A Means to Say Goodbye
07:05
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Some things do not seem to change
Some things that I need are not with me
Sometimes it’s too late to see
Sometimes I drown in your memory
It can be so hard to breathe
This feeling of gloom suffocates me
And then I just need to leave
I need to confess that you’re my sin
I can’t contain myself
I need to say your name
And I can’t contain myself
I need to seek your face
Our lives were struck by a wave
And all we believed just went astray
We thought we could fly away
We thought we could fix reality
Fate just came to be what it should have been
In spite of all our efforts
Never failed to kill every single ounce of our good intentions
Hatred ceased to be; pointless little thing
Now we’re simple strangers
Living simple lives, trying to live our dreams
That’s our compensation
Godspeed on your way, I really hope that you get to meet your creator
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4. |
The Messenger
07:11
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