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The short hand has stopped on NINE.
There’s no hurry now.
The night, here, has already swallowed everything.
It won't spit us out before we're dead - It will only spit us out once dead
Cracklings get out of the radio (set). A story of planes, towers ablaze, and riots.
The end of the world might be close … and so much the better.
In the back of the room, laying down on the bed, she's all I have left.
Now her heart beats at the speed of the air, filled with explosions and stories that never end well.
« Sweetheart are you shivering ?! You'd shiver even more if you knew where we are taken to... »
The wind set ablaze the appartment, and from its burning breath, flows out a shower of stars.
It's coming as fire, washing off all the liars, leaving, like a gift from heaven, a blanket of ashes on the ground.
Daylight continues its incursion in the trenches of our lives torn apart by the painful feeling of letting everything pass us by.
It now floods the room, shrouding and lulling warmly (nothing but) her empty clothes...
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Sometimes, the change from the core is needed for opening the new worlds.
For, there’s no feeling that can change the fulfillment,
when you feel that no longer, you inhale the identical morning.
Running away from a day to a night will not make the clear picture
of the next questions about looks on their faces.
And then you realize that it’s easier when you just breathe
and leave tiny space between waking up and the monothony of everyday life.
There will be no questions and answers, nor days or nights,
you’ll stay awake and be aware of that last force for the true words.
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Landscape changing, we still driving fuelled by passion but also love and friendship.
Rain or snow, I know where to find a warm place, happy faces, no fucking vices.
Lend your hand; then get in the van!
We’re safe together, that’s why I’m calling you all my home.
Home’s where friends are! Watch out for your bros and sista!
Home’s where friends are! Fuelled by passion, love and friendship!
I don’t wanna sound like Roger Miret, but this one’s for family and friends
Home’s where friends are! Nothing more nothing to less to say!
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Remember this, when your time runs out, and theres nothing left to talk about, voice your opinion but your preaching to the choir so don't waste your breath. Don't try that shit on me, there's no sincerity, your words are wasted, your time has passed, and i don't work construction but nothings built on good intentions, its just one too many times, shooting yourself in the foot, i'd help you all i can, but i know it'd do no good, so you packed up all your shit and headed to the train, you fucked up for the last time things will never be the same. You should lift a finger before you point it in my face, telling me it makes no difference , questioning every step i take, criticize every move that i make, remember this when your time runs out, theres nothing left to talk about.
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Another hole,
Another story.
To oblivion tense fingers are catching,
catching memories.
A black diamonds river
Sheds, sharpened.
Wrecking the fences of a mirror,
Which reflects the remains of a defended future.
She doesn't want, she doesn't die.
She goes where she wants.
Growing again and again.
Spreading her poison.
Changing her prey.
Memory is invading us with concrete feet.
A slab of thousands hands
Our past acts.
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October the 17th, the curfew is the last straw,
The state held all the people in his jaw.
Throughout Paris the algerians took to the streets.
This night the repression had no moderation,
A police officer doesn't show any compassion.
October the 17th, the curfew is the last straw,
The capitalism is behind the police violence
Colonisation is behind the conniving silence
We can not forgive, we will not forget.
We'll bear a grudge till the end of every states.
Silence is violence.
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I'd rather be alone than pretend i feel alright
Why do i not feel alright ?
Too hard to explain and nobody is helping me
You know it and you use it
We didn't lay our cards on the table
I've been had
Just have to accept it
Sorry but fuck you !
(Yeah, sorry but fuck you !)
No second chance
It's like that
You don't give a fuck
And so, why should I ?
No self calling in question for sure
Always someone else's fault
Always consider yourself as the victim
I'm ashamed
Yeah, i'm not proud
But your far from being helpful
By throwing everything on others
credits
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Dividers - Tide Lungs
04:04
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Writhing in our death
Everyday one closer to an uneventful end
Sacrificed to a parasite
Breathing us all in
Like maggots waiting for signs of rotting
Slowly devouring
In time we will all disappear
Time will swallow us
The great creation
Rebuilt again and again
Our mark covered over
Buried in tomorrow's wake
A path to lead us to the gallows
To sever the remains of this embrace
The last of our honest breaths stolen from our lungs
Our voice is but a whisper now
To those who bound our hands
This conquest is yours to suffer alone
There is nothing pure
credits
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Elizabeth - Candles
01:40
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There's nothing bright here but emptiness
This rotten apple made me sick
Take me home
These burning candles as only light
Did burn my fingers so many times
I'm losing myself, I'm jaded
But I'm not done yet
This place is full of lovers
I need a fix
I'm paying the price with agony
I buried my pride down by the sea
I wrote your name with tears and blood
I smashed the wall and cracked my skull
I wish I had your strenght, I swear I tried
I feel like shit tonight, nowhere to hide
I'm paying the price with agony
I buried my pride down by the sea
Take me home
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You fail! - Icarus
02:53
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Level of acceptance of differences evaluates freedom that you can embrace.
As light makes the world, and truth is the spark, it is on you to choose how much you want to be without barriers that others fabricated 'cause of fear,
choosing the path of least resistance instead of being the ones to steer.
Lies must be challenged, not lean to easy ways.
Lies must be challenged, to embrace the brave.
Will they see compassion, will they feel the same.
Will they walk these streets and not look at you with shame.
Level of acceptance of differences evaluates freedom that you can embrace
As light makes the world, and truth is the spark, it is on you to choose how much you want to be a part.
Lies must be challenged, not lean to easy ways.
Lies must be challenged, to embrace the brave.
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Sick Times - Ugly
01:15
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Into The Tide - #IV
05:28
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Haut&Court - Krokodil
03:06
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I remember watch you avenging the nerds
And I thought that growing up would free us
Now I know that's not how it goes
We all fought, this is how
It's a war but I'll never give it up
You remind me of the kids I used to hate at school
You remind me of the kids I used to hate at school
Fat kid 1992 way before the geeks became the hipsters
Shit wasn't easy everyday
We'd run and we'd hide
But we played nintendo everyday
You remind me of the kids I used to hate at school
You remind me of the kids I used to hate at school
Now I feel like I found my home
A place where you can be yourself
Now I see you at the show
It seems you'll never let me go
They say you started your own band
Here we fucking go again
You've got the perfect uniform
The things it made you laugh at us
Are now the things that make you cool
You remind me of the kids I used to
You remind me of the kids I used to
You remind me of the kids I used to hate at school
You remind me of the kids I used to hate at school
You remind me of the kids I used to hate at school
You remind me of the kids I used to hate at school
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