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A man opens his eyes
in the middle of the night
'I taste the ace of spades
it's sour, though it's not yet my final hour.
Got to go, got to hide,
I'm not ready for it this time.'
There's a steam train awaiting
it's the only chance he's got
He's freaking out, it's frustrating
He wished he could just hop on
A girl is terrified
those tiny claws
those beady eyes
Vast in numbers in her town
nowhere's safe
they're all around
She stays inside
curtains drawn
She hears them everywhere
There's a scarecrow in her locket,
but being too afraid to lose
her mind is reluctant
to bend to her rules
Science may explain the feeling
but my skin is still crawling
I'm trying real hard to get a head start
On my own thoughts
They started racing and so did my heart
I know I'm being tricked, I do know it's dumb
They started racing and so did my heart
I know I'm being tricked, I know it's not smart
96 years old, brittle and bold
He's seen the whole world but arachnids
Make his blood go cold
No reason why, no reason why
They're such an awful sight
No good explanation
But it keeps him up at night
He's ashamed, a grown man waiting
For the right time to go downstairs
Science may explain the feeling
but my skin is still crawling
I'm trying real hard to get a head start
On my own thoughts
They started racing and so did my heart
I know I'm being tricked, I do know it's dumb
They started racing and so did my heart
I know I'm being tricked, I know it's not smart
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Folded like I was a child
Praying like I knew
I was a fool to believe it's was true,
It was true
Stray, stray away
far, far behind
Just let yourself out
Please be so kind
Playing ball is nothing for me
I tried, oh I tried
In for a penny and in for a pound
I am full of lies
I wish it was so simple
No tricks of our sleeves
Take a ride with me
I'll let you drive
I'm that kind of guy
What does your heart say?
Is it right or is it wrong?
What does your heart say?
Is your mind still speaking, I'm getting bored.
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Restricted by unwritten laws
Everybody's dancing the same dance
Suited up and ill prepared
No one seems to clutch unto the right end
Taking pills to feel young again
Breaking down the walls to feel four feet all again
Drinking scotch to feel home again
Kids for one evening, at least that's what we like to pretend
And we'll write letters to ourselves
Telling about yesteryear
With a world larger than we were
Feels so far from here
Standing tall like paper giants
guarded at all times
Carefree and spoon fed by mother
With protective lies
restricted by unwritten laws
Everybody's dancing
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A little flick of the head,
Bright red hair and black nails to boot
She wants to be seen by you
Cast aside money and time
I need to show what I do
all a play just to make you doubt if
your life is just as good
All in trouble
abusers of the third degree
Consumed and swallowed
by Digital Street
We all follow
The destination is pretty bleak
Consume and wallow
On Digital Street
Popular in his own world, carving his route
Through the crowd you watch
Picks apart his friends and leaves
his footprint in the dark
With earth breaking apart in pieces
Her hands seem to be tied
Collecting autographs from random strangers
It’ll sure ease her mind
All in trouble
abusers of the third degree
Consumed and swallowed
by Digital Street
We all follow
The destination is pretty bleak
Consume and wallow
On Digital Street
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I realise, the price on everyone’s head is the same
We’re ticking time bombs set on losing weight and a flawless appearance,
dead straight to our goal
Isn’t there more?
Turning around. We see ourselves in the mirror, only scratches, scars and baby fat on our face
What a disgrace
Aggravation, mutilation and only surgery remaining because the doctor said so
Just take a hard look at yourself
Are you all right?
How you’re doing, is it depending on your first impression on friends and foes?
Are you all right?
How are you doing, is it depending on the amount of whistling or the blows?
Never again, never again, it’s only white noise
Are you proud? You’re all wearing white robes, singing sad songs about lost loves
Natural borns on your high horse
Are you all right?
How you’re doing, is it depending on your first impression on friends and foes?
Are you all right?
How are you doing, is it depending on the amount of whistling or the blows?
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none, it's instrumental
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Down the secret land
Across the borders of what you believe
Close your eyes and fly
Down the secret land
Where no one will find you
In your own thoughts
In your own thoughts
We're all speaking a different tongue
we know by heart
We're all speaking a different tongue
Keep your eyes open wide
and your heart on your sleeve
it's one thing to have
A different thing to keep
We're riding the same old wave
to shore we hope
All riding the same old wave
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Haste
Another time I wish I could erase it
Another way
I found it in myself today
I’m
Wasting all my time chasing myself, choice is yours
Don’t fade away
A handful keys to open my eyes
Stay up for the little things
You wouldn’t see but I would mind
Stay up for the little things
A handful keys to open your eyes
Stay up for the little things
You wouldn’t see but I would mind
Stay up for the little things
Oh
Trading all my friends, I don’t know why
Another time
of day,
another witch, you said
I’m wasting all my time,
chasing myself
choice is yours
a vision in our minds
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9. |
Zgor (feat. Igor Zinken)
02:01
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None, it's instrumental.
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Arrive at dawn, today
I'll play it right from the start
I try my best to behave
I'm not a demigod
Proof to me that you are real
Saying oh
I strained my stay
I proof to you I must wait
I will take all I can to see
Prepare
I don't see, how I'm gonna go,
I don't say
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Cycle
I rise to taste the ashes in my mouth
The bitter aftermath of determination
Brittle liquid seeps through my lips
And returns again to mother-dust
Rays of sunlight flatter
The aging skin of the earth
Bearing witness to
A star that died at birth
I live surrounded by concrete
Stretch my arms to grasp the stars
To become the infinity I so desire
But underneath me I still feel the mire
I wake to feel the thorns in my eyes
The bitter aftermath of salvation
Preaching gas escapes from my lids
And returns again to the sky above
Rays of sunlight flatter
The aging skin of the earth
Bearing witness to
A universe giving birth at death
Birth, old age, sickness, death, separation
Over and over again
Liberate the soul from the cycle
Wish to end this suffering
Praise depraved understanding of nature
Seasons blossom and wither away
Stoically you continue to turn
Take away that which I fought for
We oscillate and follow
Our own cycles manifest
In this spiritual state
I dissolve to be remade
Shed the artificial skin
Encompass the flow of life
Sever the silver chord and
Breathe in ethereal air
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Sketchy Songs Utrecht, Netherlands
Concept: I work with someone I do/don't know and we'll write a song in two days.
That's it.
No boundaries.
Only freedom and fun.
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