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another year another page
filled with words I can't erase
another time another place
this time I'll stay for good
a curtain call to when I said
"kill me cause I'm already dead"
I choose to see the light instead
like I knew you would
I'll stay for good
just like I knew you would
drag the lake of discontent
and tell me what you really meant
when you said "everything will end"
because I'll stay for good
we barrel down a twisty road
and try our best to stay afloat
when you are weary and it shows
I'll lift you up again
I’ll stay for good
I wanna be the one that you call
when you feel the weight pushing down
cause everybody has to take the fall
but I'll make sure that I will be around
the thought of people we miss
chances we didn't take
crash down on us
but you know what they say
that the cracks in the wall
are where the light shines through
to another year another page
filled with words for brighter days
same old time same old place
because I'll stay for good
a curtain call to when I said
"kill me cause I'm already dead"
now I see the light instead
because you showed me I could
I wanna be the one that you call
when you feel the weight pushing down
I wanna be the one that you call
when you feel the weight pushing down
cause everybody has to take the fall
but I'll make sure that I will be around
I will be around
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2. |
Faith In Yourself
02:52
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put on your sunday suit
and lay your fears to rest
corralled in a house that heaven built
a total fake up on the pulpit
spreading a hateful manifest
and you lap it up
just like you’ve been taught
you believe
what you can’t see
to cope with loss and failure
but all you need to be free
is faith in yourself
the pews are filled with willing servants
awash with fabricated truth
forming ranks to keep them safe
and you refuse to break the mold
instead of questioning their words
you bow to the cross
like you’ve been taught
you believe what you can’t see
to cope with loss and failure
but all you need to be free
is faith in yourself
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3. |
Savage Season
01:08
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you don't get to decide
the rules by which the game is played
because your time is up
your hands are tied your welcome overstayed
from the shadows to the light
your colors are revealed
a sense of shame for my own kind
bullshit I can't get behind
your insecurity
your fear of losing grip
boys will be boys
while you crack your whip
you won’t change the rules of this game
because your time is up
your hands are tied your welcome overstayed
from the shadows to the light
your colors are revealed
a sense of shame for my own kind
bullshit I can't get behind
your insecurity
your fear of losing grip
boys will be boys
while you crack your whip
crack your whip
fuck your politics
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4. |
Storm The Fortress
02:45
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you hold fast while they push back
constructing borders in our heads
you’ve got nothing left to lose
while this fortress puts the noose around your neck
we build and build and build
turning anger into bricks
hiding under masks of fear and lies
we stack and stack and stack
tuning out the cries for help
because it’s easier to just keep quiet
with failing feet you stumble on
racing towards a fading light
a hopeful mantra in your head
“this isn’t over yet this isn’t over yet”
we build and build and build
turning anger into bricks
hiding under masks of fear and lies
we stack and stack and stack
tuning out the cries for help
because it’s easier to just keep quiet
it’s easier to build a wall
Than to open up your arms
when we're told to fear and hate
to wage our holy war
it's easier to build a wall
than to open up your arms
we build and build and build
turning anger into bricks
hiding under masks of fear and lies
we stack and stack and stack
tuning out the cries for help
because it’s easier to just keep quiet
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rolling green
nestled between
the desert and the sea
a perfect picture on the surface
what lies beneath
this polished sheen
is festering it seems
a vague mirage built on oppression
driving down your roads
doesn’t lead me to your destination
a broken home
instead of values and determination
they kill your kids
they feed you shit
you won’t resist
a bitter fruit grows out of fertile soil
they kill your kids
they feed you shit
you won’t resist
a bitter fruit grows out of fertile soil
driving down your roads
doesn’t lead me to your destination
a broken home
instead of values and determination
this country road won’t take you home
driving down your roads
doesn’t lead me to your destination
a broken home
instead of values and determination
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6. |
The Spaces In Between
02:28
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LYRICS:
faded lines along the margins
blur into a fuzzy picture
of the person you want to be
by the person you've become
stale air feeds staler feelings
cause what good is regretting
the person you've become
when your blessings have run out
when your blessings have run out
running out of things to say
tongue-tied between the lines
when I ask about your plans
all that you come up with
is lamenting days gone by
stale air feeds staler feelings
you find solace in regretting
the person you've become
because your blessings have run out
your blessings have run out
you've lost your way
we're all victims
of the common misconceptions
about how to look and who to be
turning to our screens
and their hollowed meaning
when we should find comfort
in the spaces in between
I hope you find some comfort
in the spaces in between
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7. |
Jaded & Hated
01:38
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I don’t know what you expect
when you see us up on stage
some bands think they’ll make it big
while we just act our age
you can call us jaded
and think our music sucks
play some more fast songs will ya
we couldn’t give a fuck
that’s just like your opinion man
and we’re far too old to care
we stand for our convictions sure
but we got no torch to bear
you can call us jaded
and think our music sucks
play more fast songs will ya
we couldn’t give a fuck
we play too slow
we’re not original
is this supposed to be punk rock
we don’t even care anymore
we play too slow
we’re not original
is this supposed to be punk rock
we don’t even care anymore
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8. |
Pump The Brakes
03:03
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last call last chance
to pump the brakes and clear the air
a speck of green cuts through the concrete
a memory of better days
smoke is rising from the chimneys
burning through our history
ages past now long forgotten
fuel the plans for our extinction
the truth is creeping through our veins
yet we're still too blind too see
last call last chance
to pump the brakes and clear the air
a lot to lose
nothing to prove to you
except that we are worse for wear
this world is close to punching out
yet you still spout your petty lies
talk of affluence and status
all the things you hide behind
"we can save our planet sure
but only if our wealth's secure"
putting profit over people
you burn through our borrowed time
last call last chance
to pump the brakes and clear the air
a lot to lose
nothing to prove to you
except that we are worse for wear
and still you march
you feed on fear of poverty
still you defend
a vision of your luxury
your pockets burst
with money caked in coal and oil
yet you forget
that it won't save you from the soil
last call last chance
to pump the brakes and clear the air
a lot to lose
nothing to prove to you
except that we are worse for wear
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9. |
Corpse Motel
01:58
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between dirty floorboards and cluttered kitchen sinks
we found a place to rest our heads and stay a while
when everything seems to be going down the drain
there's no one else we'd rather drown with by our side
color in the grey
with dabs of sky
and parting clouds
forget about the rain
we all cascade towards uncertainty these days
crashing headlong into walls that we have built
and everything seems to be going down the drain
there's no one else we'd rather drown with by our side
color in the grey
with dabs of sky
and parting clouds
forget about the rain
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10. |
Shades Of Brown And Blue
01:34
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man aren’t these funny times
when brown appears as blue
even if you try to hide it
your true colors shine through
the same old shit
repackaged and made to fit
desperate lies for desperate times
you make me fucking sick
your fear of otherness
is a lame-ass joke to me
when everyone that’s not like you
forfeits their right to be
the same old shit
repackaged and made to fit
desperate lies for desperate times
you make me fucking sick
you made your point so crystal clear
we don’t care about your agenda
about your bullshit racial purity
that you try to defend yeah
you made your point so crystal clear
we don’t care about your agenda
about your bullshit racial purity
that you try to defend yeah
you made your point so crystal clear
now get the fuck off the stage
your narrow world view won’t survive
we won’t bow down to hate
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11. |
Break Your Bones
02:12
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erase
the shame
the guilt
the standards that condemn
the bodies
that won't
fit into their mold
in a world ruled by convicts
shackled by traditions
transported by billboards
and grinning from the frontpage
your paths are plastered
with more than sticks and stones
to break your weary bones
erase
the shame
the guilt
the standards that condemn
the bodies
that won't
fit into their mold
forced into compliance
divided up by labels
the beautys and beasts
the worthy and worthless
straying from ideals
is too hard to bear
so you break
your weary bones
erase
the shame
the guilt
the standards that condemn
the bodies
that won't
fit into their mold
each body's beautiful
let hearts shine bright
your life is meaningful
fuck all that divides
we dance like fools
on the ruins of
their stupid stage
swaying to
bitter harmonies
tearing down their masquerade
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12. |
On Greener Hills
02:35
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watch your step
best tread lightly round these parts
a lot of love's been lost between the cracks
take good care
this room's been empty far too long
fading light frames
the silhouettes from way back
this house was built
on promises
and greener hills
overgrown
a memory in oak and stone
where they etched their hopes
and fears into the walls
take good care
this room's been empty far too long
fading light frames
the silhouettes from way back
this house was built
on promises
and greener hills
this house you built
on hopes and fears
calls you back to this place
to better days
to sleepless nights
a new chance at life
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Arterials Hamburg, Germany
Punk Rock from Hamburg, Germany. Around since early 2017.
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