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A House is No Home
04:04
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Sitting on dreams
Don’t scream!
My name is not your love
Your tongue sticks out
I’ll take it from your hope
Don’t break this road
Fire burning, cold
Hands on a trigger
Our house made of stone
Bullets could break the doors
No way into our home
Kiss me before you go
Cry, no tears
All the blood is gone
Following my fears
Don’t scream!
Walk above the trees
Through a city with no streets
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Blood on the Needle
03:27
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I put my vintage jacket on, I cut my hair. I’m heading for this city, we’ll meet down there. At the metro station I see a lot of people and they all look at me like I’m the blood on the needle. And the damage done, I’ve been waiting for a long time, but it’s ok, I’m bright, I shine as clear as the night. If you want to have a conversation, you have my permission, but I’ll stick to my visions.
Heavy boots & heavy beat. Don’t eat the meat, feed off the speed. In new blue jeans, you got some weed, but there’s no time to play their game. You won it all, you’ll win again, and you’ll see all your wasted friends who’ll take the plane to kiss your hand. Don’t bend, don’t bend!
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Catharsis
03:34
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Living in the shadow. I try
Sometimes it’s so hard
I buried all my secrets
Can’t seem to swallow my pride
With my thoughts I die
Eyes on my back
The judgment is too harsh
Never satisfied
But it’s all in my mind. I try
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Shells
04:46
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I went down the road of the burning tires
Where all I found were broken fires
So I sat down in the middle of my painful desires
Nobody ever tells you what to do with all those wires
All my friends are somewhere between here and there
But I’m in the place where water turns into air
Following fingerprints in old nightmares
I’m a fool to think one day they’ll be repaired
Out there, under and above, somewhere
I will find my place
In between, solid, liquid, air
I will leave a trace
Time shoving between my eyes
I stood up and silently started walking towards blue-lit lights
All around me, inside me, spies
Inside the big city is the only place to hide
By the frozen river
I could feel my heart shiver
If you’re looking for sins I’m a giver
They come to me and I deliver
Out there, under and above, somewhere
I will find my place
In between, solid, liquid, air
I will leave a trace
This morning in the mirror I couldn’t find myself
I’m sure it’s hidden in one of those shells
I picked up 2.000 years ago from under my bed
Where I shall stay forever, dead
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Wasting Time
04:10
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We all search for answers
Things to do with our time
All we do is waste it
I would waste it a thousand times
'Cause all we have is our dreams
Little space of intention behind
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Perp. Mov.
03:54
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The world won’t stop going round, even when you stand still and sigh. Pain can make me feel so deserted sometimes. And I could tell myself that it’s all gonna be fine, the lives we build are built within our scars. Meaning is born from the hurt we carry inside; a wound heals and eventually becomes a scar. And tears fade with time, but regrets will wear us down. So pick up the pieces now, you’re stronger than you think you are.
We’ll find the light, somehow. We’ll find the light.
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Cycles
03:55
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It’s always the same
You’ll never change
Break the chains and lock them again
All we see and all we have
Illusions in our head
We build to burn the land
And do it all over again
[My shadow machine:
The night will come down
Haunt me till I sink underground
Howl through the stars
Dance along with beating hearts
Won’t you run to me?
Won’t you sink with me?
Just to see all that hides underneath
Just to feel all the things that lay within
The sun will rise touching my palm
Holding his light I will rise without fall
Happiness is where no need
Shivers pleading for you to feel
Won’t you hold me?
Won’t you pull me?
Out of this bleeding stream
Out of this I am only without shield
You could be mine, a shadow machine
Catch me whenever blue becomes green
Touch me to bring me back to what’s real]
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