1. |
American Dream
04:05
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Our ideals and willingness is sponsored by the great fruit basket
The great big apple does not rot far from the tree
False statistics tells us that everything's okey
some might fight, but some Will flee
We rule out a problem
To get a new disease
Give me some Tamiflu
Satisfaction until tomorrow
What about the American dream?
What the hell is wrong with obscene?
What is up with all these crying eyes from buried lies
What is happening to our dream?
Theatrical trailer
From were we landed in the moon
Houston, we got a big fucking problem
Realizing that the end is coming soon
Who got the feeling that we might be immune?
We will die with our hands in our pockets
Keep on breathing in the oxygen that they devoured
It's a mess to look at this
There musta been something that we've missed
Realizing that the end is coming soon
Who got the feeling that we might be immune?
What about "you can't handle the truth"?
It's eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth
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2. |
Functional Junkie
04:05
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Take everything that wasn't even yours
and bring back the money that you get from your source
Perhaps I was the only one, of course
But none of it make sence when you're sleeping outdoors
You thought that you were stronger than I
But I smashed you like a fly
And point a finger in your eye
Well, bye-bye
No more, no more, more
Crawling in the mud
No pain, no gain
Never be the same
Today's innovation
Is tomorrows cliché
Yesterdays prescendent
Is todays platitude
Everything falls to pieces,
faster than you can rebuild
Everything decreases
and your emotions are killed
An unvoilent attack
and I'm back on track
You stabbed by back
I'll turn your heart into black
A crowded supply
Just gave it a try
Oh, I despite July
Please, die
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3. |
Highland Park
04:19
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The progress of denial is to live like someone else
And wearing someone else's clothes
Trying to be someone you never were
But forgetting everything that you are
Another perspective
Another objective
Selling some time
Just to spare a dime
Suffocating though you're free
Trying to be what you can't see
Absorbing all of the latest news
And living everyday with other point of views
Need to reach the goal to what you aren't
But seeing things that you've never seen before
The mirror's the same though the reflection's shifting
You're just worth everything that you are
And you're giving orders to people as lost as you
But how well do you co-operate if your the one in charge?
You're seeing, you're screaming
Nowhere land is so confusing
You're seeking and speaking
It's dead hands you're using
What you are is what you will be
And what you will become is the monster you became
Worst part is, the way of this
You thought you would be different, but you ended up the same.
You lost the struggle, and you're the only one to blame
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4. |
Wounds
04:22
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when no one listens and refuse to hear
he will turn those tears into fear
sometimes people have to die to make a change
there's no point in fucking re-arrange
he was never made out of rhetoric
brick after brick, he lost the trick
he wanted to find out what's for real
so he created his own ideal
about all the lies wrapped in a disguise
had finally build him up to improvise
and all the people that got in his way
got a taste of his decay
I told him that the world just have a crack
but I ended up in his next attack
and his ruthless punch of hate
describes what he can't await
when no one listens and refuse to hear
He will turn those tears into fear
The sound of violence
becomes a speaking silence
the fist told them what he foresaw
they were wrong about the law
And everyone involved
left the place unresolved
And there I stood in front of him
"You gotta learn to lose, to win"
even broken bones and bloodred skin
couldn't make him see within
"you fight fire with desire
if this goes well you may inspire"
I told him that the world just have a crack
but I ended up in his next attack
and his ruthless punch of hate
describes what he can't await
sometimes people have to die to make a change
there's no point in fucking re-arrange
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5. |
Yes, you can't
04:48
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I'm The one
who walks alone
on my own
towards the intense
I'm the black sheep,
a little creep
Abandoned in
a beauty sleep
But what I know
A better place
Within the heart
Some kind of art
Speak in tongues
Powerful
Find it there
Wonderful
I was crawling right from the...
But always ended up, getting what I...
And sure as hell I'll take what I...
Sometime all of my plans and ideas will be...
Sleeping tight
For a better choice
Absorbing air
And feeling strong
I'm never wrong
Climbing
No more hiding
Combining
And describing
Forever
And ever
I'm free
I can see
It now
I've found it
It's perfect
...start
...want
...need
...agreed
I go to bed with mother superior
Don't pretend you understand me,
if you never have been free, you're just a wannabe
I got places to be,
and people to see
Friends to meet
Mistakes to repeat
I have dreams to fulfill
Thoughts to spill
Hearts to break
Money to make
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