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Harness
02:23
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Do you need a harness now?
If I’d call, would you even want to hear my voice?
If you make these choices these choices will make you a ghost
Choose to go outside
I’m scared of your actions and all that they bring you
Hold what you have deep inside, close to your chest
Holding this bleakness is just what I do
Island of black rock still has seas of blue
I expect us to change, but I expect to stay true
Holding this bleakness, I hope it’s not you
I spend my days in the cold
We all have our issues, progression
But you just don’t fall asleep and wake up old
If you make these choices these choices will make you a ghost
Choose to go outside
I’m scared of your actions and all that they bring you
Hold what you have deep inside, close to your chest
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2. |
Headless Statues
03:12
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My delayed gratification
As I allow myself to fall
Onto the sword,
Yeah, I've anger.
Meaningful conversations
With kings of the void
As I float through existence, it’s so tragic
My faith in our system
Isn’t held together, it’s true
It’s held by a communal strength
More in spite you.
We’ll question your decisions
Insist you’re out of touch
You’re a statue without a head my dear, and that don’t count for much
I’ll cut all ties & that’s not nearly all
I’ll stab the eyes of liars, carve tattoos
The exit wounds will prove my commitment to
Our own inglorious bastards, we salute
Here I stand
Guy Fawkes mask in my hand
And I wonder if I’ll follow through
Fairness a train wreck
Muck & bullets to my neck
As they sit back, enjoy the view
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3. |
East Berlin Comfort Zone
03:16
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Sometimes I need to talk it to no end
Drag it through the mud again
In spite of you
Sick and tired of my words, bite my lip until it bleeds
Shall we scream so loud our heads explode?
We’re haemorrhaging time that I want to keep
I’m haemorrhaging dreams 'cause I cannot sleep
And so, the fall of my ambitions to my feet
Try to sweep them up but they’re in the concrete
Now just fossils, just proof they were there.
My comfort zone is like East Berlin
Behind the wall I fear so here I’ll stay
If shock struck me down like an untimely frost
My lighthouse will be lost amongst the grey
Take a power trip use a power tool
Come to terms I can be a fool
But god I try
‘Try’ another word I’ll use
‘You’ another girl I’ll lose
Just another fragment in a long line of mistakes
We are haemorrhaging time that I want to keep
I’m haemorrhaging dreams 'cause I cannot sleep
And so, the fall of my ambitions to my feet
Try to sweep them up but they’re in the concrete
Now just fossils, just proof they were there
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4. |
The Holy Book
03:49
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Numbers shot to hell
Not just Boston with her hands full
I prayed for the love of god
Got more than I bargained for
Hatred for the messenger
Trapped in solitude
Belief is now my prison
A childhood lost, as an adult, felt sick
Sung in the choir and forced to suck dick
Hell
Candles in the Vatican Reign
Count for nothing, when there’s so much pain
Scandal in the Catholic church
Common as loopholes, in the holy book
Matthew 24?
Yeah, I pray for speculation
I’m here to break the seal
Leave cracks in your confession
Doubts in your decisions
One in the bed, one at the mill, one on the field
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5. |
Fade
04:24
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This time I’m feeling old, I am falling
Alcohol stains our breath
Flights above leaving England
Looking down at us
Looking sorry for ourselves
There was a time when I thought I was someone
But for the truth I took the long way
Strutting home in the town I once conquered
Screaming out the words that I wish I wrote myself
Decisions I made
Like smoke from a burnt out candle
A choice no longer there
It's time to fade
A concept that I can’t handle
I found love, but don’t know where
I remember dreadlocks and smoking in break time
Not giving any thought
My friends are filtered through the time that we let pass
Memories now ashes, intent lost in the post
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6. |
Curse Of A Pistol
02:23
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Not
The brightest
Spark
On the planet
Ill
Equipped
To deal
With the pressures
No, I’ll never be like that
No, I’ll never be like that
The grief, the Sorrow and sadness
Fame is the monster
I wish I was smarter
The blessing and the curse of a pistol
The devil’s kidneys are cold
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7. |
Authors
03:42
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The shoulders of giants shrug when the flames rage high
When you decorate the weak in flammable robes
It’s best to hide away when the blame gets thrown towards you
The rich and the powerful have the means to thrive
A problem shared, the solution spread thin
A family lost when the smoke takes hold of them
Authors of our tragedy
Hide ink and quill clandestinely
When it hits the fan, we’re left holding the bag
Jokers in the pack, the misery supply
Hands of fists and hug barbed wire
Story time, forced fed words of fiction
And I am sick of the control
I’m sick of how it goes
And we all know how it ends
The shoulders of giants shrug when the flames rage high
Someone is to blame, a decision was made
I refuse to accept that someone’s shame won’t fly
A one-way game of poker with snake eyes
When you’re dealt a bad hand and the dealer's gone home
Everything seems a little bleak if you’re alone
Time to fold
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8. |
Darkness Here
03:12
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Black heart for lustre
I knew I shouldn’t of trust ya
You faded away
Into the memory
This is all I can muster
Anecdotes of clusterfucks follow
As we grow apart and what we had decays
Ravens
Of Salem
Stand by
Darkness here and nothing more
A rope around my neck, my feet still touching the floor
Theocracy, paper, scissors, stone
Is this an execution?
You want retribution?
Well I’m cast away
Forced to start again
Wish I ran faster
Through the woods and the mud and down dark roads
Damn Puritans, if it’s old then it must stay
Deadbeat with cold feet
Misdirection and sense a of giving up
Where do I go when the end is in my way?
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9. |
Torn Again
03:14
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It’s strange
I’m a generation of complaints
I cringe and block my ears
But it’s OK
I’m well trained and I save the night
From my desolate point of view
And the news, yes
Has its own dark and venomous bite
The way you chew leaves discouraging moods
My intentions are torn again
I’m a faker, so call me out
An angel on my shoulder saying I’m born again
But there’s a whisper in my head that wants to shout, no
Opinions
Choose a number, help yourself, take a stand
The ‘Points of view on demand’ in disarray
Divulge
Information from the depths of the cold
Wrapped in a blanket of lies to keep warm
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10. |
Rest My Bones
03:56
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I’ve been walking a cemetery
Top of the hill where the rich reside
The dead famous still dead important
And like in life, I’m still ignored
The afterlife, there’s still a divide
Marx is quiet, guess he’s got his reasons
Reynolds always keeps himself to himself
How do I live death to the full?
A bell rings in the distance
The smell of old existence
In your grave, I can’t wait to rest my bones
The moonlight and sombre tones
‘Here lie my everything’
We play, In the catacombs below
Ghost town of Camden bound
To hang with Strummer & Amy
And there’s someone else who’s waiting
The ones we love, they shed a tear, for us ‘no longer here’
As we steer the boat of the dead, from inconceivable dread
Do you remember the mood?
When we both lost our manners
You decided to dig out my driving
And I said you couldn’t handle your drink
I laugh now, it’s all good
We made it through the woods
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11. |
South Of OK
03:05
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Angles above me have no say in what we do
The moral compass, it spins in circles
Though I have faith in the good we get up to
We tilt toward the shadows, obsessing with the night time
It's so tiring to suffer the choices of an arsehole
The good and bad hiring
But for now we'll bite the bullet
We're just south of ok, and north of cancer
The patience of existence, it gets me every time
Things will get better when you're not here
An anchor dropped in the mud, get comfortable my dear
Things will get better when you can't hear
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12. |
Dilute
03:51
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Take what’s ‘good’ then water it all down
As you spread it around
I live in product placement mass production town
Keep both feet on the ground
The light shining from my phone, is the beacon for my brain
I’ve read it clear in pixels but never spoke your name
I’ve never felt alone till I hung with all of you
Standardise the loot to know you’re well
A one-way show and tell
I even used it as a tool to find the one I love
I guess a blessing from above
Connected all the time
Disconnected from the truth
The keyboard and opinion
Doesn’t hold as proof
I’ve never felt alone till I hung with all of you
Leeches of the new pandemic
Sounds of passion, now just echoes
Living a lie and diluting the amazing
I am told there’s now no place like home
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