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Amanpour
02:12
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Rather creased and deflated
I’ll not succumb here where I stand
Regretted wife bored in an instant shames me
Oh, I know where I stand
She brought the hue and cry, unsupported, nullified, and I’m sobbing in my sleep
I turn and wave bye-bye with a wretched sigh
Dour impression’s down on me
It’s a shame
She came from the east when I went to the west, and I wondered where I’d land
Cauterise my bile in disguise implies Ethiopia’s meadowlands
Well, I don’t know why I’m making this up, repudium’s where I’m headed
We should just seal this up in a dirty old rhyme with tomorrow’s third degree
It’s a shame
It doesn’t matter, it’s a shame
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My Life: In Flames
03:28
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I breathe deep and commit
When the right time comes I steel myself for what I hear
Free me from my dread
God knows why I break my stride to procreate
To create, to procreate
The first sign of weakness = The first sign of crying eyes
It beats me as I wake
Beats me why I wake up wild
A tube of hate
Shaken in my heart
Beep twice as I waste my life
To my dismay
Sort it out, ha!, to my dismay
The first sign of weakness = The first sign of crying eyes
Text me and then fuck off
White birds cross beyond the sky with dying eyes
My life up in flames
Night times comes I wrack my mind
Or commendate
Cross the sky or commendate
The first sign of weakness = The first sign of crying eyes
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Constant Pain
02:48
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I feel the weight of the world come crashing down on my head
Feel it washing away, leaving in my eyes, constant pain
I couldn’t wish it away, disinclined, my Mark of Cain
See it tailing away, colour stretching down upon my fears
It’s in my head, going round and round, around all day
Feel on top of the world, impassioned sounds upon my breath
When I talk about my tears and I’m lying awake for years
Another consequence of shame
When I talk about it, she supports my constant pain
I rather liked it my way
I thought that I stood to gain
Got up in need, I thought that I was wise in my head
Now she’s in my head
When I talk about my tears and I’m lying awake for years
Another consequence of shame
When I talk about it, she supports my constant pain
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Baby, we fought and fought on the floor
Even if I walked out feeling like a son of a God
Destroyed, like our esprit de corps
Even if I take that fake bitch back I’m gone
In summer wind, in summer rain
Violence, on our way to Khartoum
Where’d you find your thirty-eight victim battered and bold?
Stripping, moisture out of the soil
It’s good to get a few days rain for a sack of gold
In summer wind, in summer rain
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You're Such A Weight
03:01
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You got no urgency
You’ll not be there for me
You’re such a weight
Take my compunctioncy
To not fear for me
You’re such a weight
No more will I think of you
You won’t stop what I can do
You’re such a weight
Waiting for my second son
I’m so certain I can’t complain
Related almost, committed foremost
So certain I can’t change
You’ll get no more from me
Enlightened function, see
You’re such a weight
No more will I think of you
You won’t stop what I can do
You’re such a weight
Waiting for my second son
I’m so certain I can’t complain
Related almost, committed foremost
So certain I can’t change
Filling my life with fortitude
Now you know what I can do
Adults in forgotten corners, rejected, flawed, lost and spayed
I’m
Waiting
For
My
Second
Life
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My burning faith is like fighting fires
I do intend to see if I can survive
Oh, happy days
And then it rains
Don’t try to stop me being alive
My death is now closer than my birth
Standing lonely on this dying soft shell digging for dirt
So, today’s the day
The final day I’m drained
I want to kill my nine to five
I want to kill my nine to five
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Violence With Two Swords
02:24
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Take a look at yourself and you’ll see nothing at all
An ego crowding out measures of intensive support
When you’re hoping on Gods, you’ll find you can’t get away
When I look at the beast
You’ll see it coming for me
Now your life is complete and settled, rested and bored
Distant former beliefs are meaning everything’s spoiled
Take a look from the outside looking back in
Black feelings are back on the prowl
I feel it coming for me
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نحن يتم ارتداؤها
03:38
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This time
I thought it would last
With my head held high, I’m not going anywhere
That time, situations and dreams are worn and torn away from me
And now I see it with a military mind
It got distorted, I got so blind on Count Pushkin in paper cups
Oppressed, unimpressed and we are worn
Big man, buy yourself a drink, before you waste everyone
Shadowed eyes and the colour of your handshake
We are worn
Bad times
Standing around endeared with your fucking fists high
Shallow smiles and the colour of your landscape
And now I see it with a military mind
It got distorted, I got so blind on Count Pushkin in paper cups
Oppressed, unimpressed and we are worn
Big man, buy yourself a drink, before you waste everyone
Shadowed eyes and the colour of your handshake
We are worn
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Just watch for sunrise
Just watch for sunrise
Open seas and rivers run dry, I seek comfort from the heat
Open seas and rivers run dry, blessed for the obsolete
I can see the wreckage before me
Je peux voir l’epave devant moi
I can see the wreckage before me
Open seas and rivers run dry, I seek comfort from the heat
Open seas and rivers run dry, blessed for the obsolete
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I want to leave this place
Even if I want to go down
Down on an endless wave
I give in!
And though I want to die
Even if I want to go out there
Because we’ve got reasons to live
I really hate this space
But fuck it all I’m not going out there
They’ve got what you want
To live
I want to raze this place
I have the vision but not the talent
You’ve got nothing
Nothing I want
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Suffering
Under fire
I break everything
I break everything
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting for this day to end
There’s just one fallback
[In that] I don’t ever want to come down
Miles and miles of shifting horrors collide as imploding fortitude and courage presides over twenty-eight months of wasted moments until there’s a black battle cry, a fucking black battle cry, when day after day I saw no light in the sky until darker compassion manifests in my eyes but in the end there’s just one drawback in that I don’t ever want to come down
I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting for this day to end
There’s just one drawback
[In that] I don’t ever want to come down
I broke everything
Under fire
Under fire
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Galloping Hooves of the Apocalypse Auckland, New Zealand
Ridiculous punk rock from Auckland, Aotearoa New Zealand.
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