1. |
Dead Songs
04:14
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Let us long
for solitude
until I quit
living in dreams.
We drown our thoughts
and praise a
sinking feeling
until all is dead.
IT'S IN YOUR BONES
THESE DEAD SONGS
STILL IN YOUR HEAD.
THERE'S NO HOPE
WHEN THESE DEAD SONGS
FUCK UP YOUR HEAD!
None of these words
are my own
hail unhappy days
forever we're alone.
It's getting harder to
fight the woes
of this depression -
there's no hope.
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2. |
Half-Light
03:24
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They always hide in the half-light
to stay away from the battle,
no matter where the night takes you
they need air to breathe.
Now thrill my mind with ecstasy,
the blessing and the curse,
we both know the enemy -
She thinks she is clever and safe.
I cannot read this line aloud
and keep it all together,
wrestling with forgotten thoughts
until the fog comes clear.
An angry young man,
hooded demon with crooked smile,
now so tired of trying to find you,
still lying through my teeth.
Blood on my shoes as a keepsake
doing time in hell
there's more to the eye
let the rain wash it all away.
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3. |
Wasted Love
03:33
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It breaks my heart when I see you
I wasted all this love on you
I really thought that I could mean some more
cause you meant everything, my love.
And I see bright city lights
and they're too fast
I see bright city lights
and they're too fast for me.
It breaks my heart when I'm with you
I wasted all this love on you.
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4. |
Frozen Man
03:05
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Absent, indifferent
he's floating with the lights all dim,
he's not tragic, he's not sinking,
but the passive drifter cannot swim.
Inside he's hollow, yet his hull seems fine.
Frozen man can see his syndrome,
but he doesn't mind.
He has no interest
neither cares for yours,
sometimes hearing, never listening
set aside till everything runs.
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5. |
Mirrors
03:20
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You blame the fear
and loved the living
but hated life,
these dead-end years
if you love the living
and blame the fear,
embraced your tears
but hated life.
You're panting for air
as the days they roll by
but years never do.
Dry your tears
as the days they roll by,
panting for air
to dry your tears is
the one thing you can't do.
All my mirrors are black
lost the heart to carry
through the storm,
all my mirrors are black.
A cankered heart,
gutted and black
running blindly
through the storm.
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6. |
Fuer Immer Dich
05:14
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