1. |
Fishbowl
04:18
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All I see
Small crooked shapes of the blackest grey
And all you see
Another hooked lil’ guppy who can’t get away
But I love my bay
Bathing, breathing in my own clean pee
Yeah I love my bay
Won’t sail away, keep my glee for me
Wanna know what for ?
Ah !
Insane (x4)
Ah !
And I roll
I roll, and I roll, and I silly roll
My head in a fishbowl
Not cold, I roll, I roll in gold
Yeah wanna roll that’s all
My head in a bowl
And all you do is trying to pull me
Gee I cut the rope, I’ma stay inside
You wanna know what for
Ah !
Insane (x4)
Ah !
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2. |
Color
03:35
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Rejoice, their bullet went astray
But Lord do they keep on trying and
They scream like the sun is gone for men
Leeching their way in another’s dream
Blindfold melting to their hearts of air
Each brain cell meeting its dark end
In this hole, they don’t even feel the villain
Mutts roar and they’ll love’em like their babes
Ignorant to the laws they obey
Their choice, they should wanna be again
With their souls and yeah they would if only
They saw…color !
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3. |
Navy Blue
05:02
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My castle’s crumbling, the wishing well has dried out
It’s boring how this story’s been told a million time
Empty village, misty sky and bullet holes
Lover’s rage, lost ally, and chasing moles
From cooling my heart, my blood has turned navy blue
Innate or acquired, my noble-self lacks dignity
Atonement, fasting days, and endless strikes
Good omen, pious prays, iron pikes
A false prophet might lead your men to fight beyond the pines
But lift their veil and they will beg to sit on the sidelines
Hypocrites, sheperdless sheep, chimeric bliss
Beloved misfits, go back to sleep, when shadows kiss
Glory tale of washing dirty slates
Gory details make a story great
Lily livered vindicated boys
kept entertained with their plastic toys
My lily livered vindicated boys are done with their toys
And so am I, the end draws nigh, I’m a walking crime.
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4. |
Jane Doe
03:38
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Day one, give it a shot, look at my face
I’m real, look at all this diffused grace
No time, you spared me the crap
Got me by the neck and made it snap
Your call, you said you like rodeos
All fell in place, like a bunch of dominoes
So surreal, i became Jane Doe
running like a fool, trapped in a rat race
Suck it up, i’ll walk the wire
I’ll break tomorrow, and splash my fear unto your face.
I cope, i even smile,
I even laugh, I even reek of apathy.
So surreal, i became Jane Doe
running like a fool, trapped in a rat race
Spin the wheel, let’s bet each other’s fate
Cold feet? I’ll make you beg to play this game.
I cope, I even smile,
I even laugh, I even reek of apathy.
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5. |
Fight Forever
03:27
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Vied for the byroad
Bold and trite
For me more than’em
Down in the mouth
So I took the high road
Grand and dull
For you more than’em
My devil crawled
It’s time to run away
It’s time to let it go
Everyone lied
No matter why
It’s time to fly away
It’s time to blow away
I’m fine to die
No matter why
Fight forever x4
Open my eyes
Lay bare the price
Strip the silence
Unveil the light
Swallow the future
Bought with my grit
Lover and butcher
I’ll make it fit
It’s time to run away
It’s time to let it go
Everyone lied
No matter why
It’s time to fly away
It’s time to blow away
I’m fine to die
No matter why
Fight forever x4
Fight forever x3
There’s the lie
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6. |
Brief History Of Coma
02:45
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Yellow and green, field of freedom
Beauty queen and her kingdom
Breathing skin secrets golden sweat
Private lake like an unborn yeah
Summertime
Lullaby
In your head
Spider web
(Summertime
Lullaby (x2))
Orange and red turn into black
Chewing on flesh and then lungs crack
Senses are gone for this floating powder
Melted wax soiled by lucifer
Glory blaze
Secret place
In your head
Spider web
(Summertime
Lullaby (x3))
In your lie
You went and hide
High and dry
In your lie
You went and hide
When you should try
(x2)
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