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Cowboys Are Devout
02:11
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Ι am here to protect you my son into a sentenced world
Ι know safety son ain’t clear to your eyes
Follow me through the bleeding trance I cause
Cause half of the dirt which soils my lungs is making my heart shine
You witness a fearful life but you don't intend to fight
An inbred trauma proves your drama, watch life's faking diorama
I will reroute your fate so as not to fall upon
You will feel directed but not blessed at all
Come on, spot your flag like a master
Sink the ship like a captain
Decrease the noise and stutter why you should feel warm?
What is the cause of inequality? Why should some be brought up in luxury, and same time another knows only the taste of poverty? Why should one be a mental prodigy? Why should some be born with criminal tendencies? Why should some be blessed, and other cursed from their birth?
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Motivation
03:19
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So our word has to be a motivational wheel like a trial's objection, as the voice of our soul
The minor threats the major roads, the mastermind who use us all
with perspective on abuse and including the ones who choose
A wonderful perfection leading one direction, to kill our thrills to sell our dreams and train us like soldiers
To try the throne to like the norm which eats us and cheat us, the TV screen will beat us
The eyes of regret, the idol is dead our father got his head in a pocketful of gold
With his pocketful of sand, he uses to buy anything that we should steal cause it's our freedom call
An unusual perspective where the strong could be the small
We are not wrong we dub the strong we are the strong
And it's a lyrical disruption to say I wish it all for me, to be the seed and not the tree, to be so bent by the wind
Our lives are directed by the wind
Our lives are directed
Our lives are directed by the wind
It's that day when all bad feelings kill every hope
When your heart beats for compassion and not for the action you wouldn't take.
And there's a difference between create and make cause you have not learnt about loss
You have not learnt about struggle
You keep mumbling a prayer to keep you away from being a naysayer.
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Hope
02:58
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Once I was a child, then I became a man
Now I am a fucking paradox, you seem like a paradox, everyone became a fucking paradox
I did exactly what they told me to, to love myself to become a useful man
I saw exactly what they showed me but there’s not much to see in a black canvas
And now it’s time to listen to me
This is my beginning, this is our statement
In a world full of orders we are trying to extend our borders
Through noises, through voices we found love
You may now understand, this is our life and not a brand
For many times, so many hours, enlightened nights and stressful days
Through the noise we create
I get older and older, this pain makes me feel so young
The start is hard the end is near but we will make this upheaval clear
Remember, what you can’t understand keeps you searching for the truth
Remember there is a heart in everything, there is a heart in you
Follow the hard way out
There will be hopeless moments, but there will be many stories to tell
About the mess in your head, about your friends, about the mess in your head, the light at the end
Let me tell you more but first of all let me be thankful for the ones I have by my side.
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Beleave
03:19
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And we shared the same sunsets and we shared the same hearts
When we cut them in two and share them with our brothers and share them with all of you
The weight of the world is so much for a pair of shoulders
I just hope that we're going make it out but now I feel sick when I see you
I watch you strive just to get out alive
I am here for you and it’s a hell of a thing
I guess there is life before death, I am sure at all I guess it’s hard to find it because all we wanted was just to survive under the same sun, under the same sky, under the same ground.
And we shared the same bottle and we shared the same shame
When we didn’t make it out safe for everyone
And we shared the same ground and we shared the same seas
And we shared the same sky and we shared the same life and we shared the same end.
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5. |
Where The Sun Is Silent
04:34
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From south to north from east to west we feed an ocean of mouths with homicide pills
I'm sorry but Ι can’t hold my tongue
Ι can’t forget the twisted eyes you keep inside of me
So make these tunnels your home maybe I'll be your guide
I'm sorry for the truth that Ι speak for the wounds that won’t heal
Keep that in mind and stay behind my arms is your seal and on my back you can feel safe.
This spark is alive, this will keep us alive. I can’t forget the pain I caused you can’t forgive me
Feel me, feel my words touch the ground like teardrops on a soldier’s letter
from the start you keep this going so far away from everything.
Never give up I always give in. This is my home this is my life but these numbers are always leading to the end of you to the end of me to the end of everything that we know. To the end, to my fucking end.
But I promise to never change. I hope to never change. I find it hard to stay but I never walk away.
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Goya's Polaroid
01:54
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We blame it, as we realize the meaning of the device which pushes us to procrastinate to fail but to keep our faith
Ironic faces and metaphors give a prod to our time of rehab, scalping our new life and guilt is our middle name
Beloved but with hatred emerging as our only expression to say that we feel alive, intense sense of loneliness.
So, do we dance at night alone because the company is denied?
We shield our souls with memories (we) make this world a munity of incompetents
We ruin our time to touch divinity for no one but ourselves
We lose blood, infected, we are deaf but not blind,
We cry out to god.
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Two things to love but keep away your instincts
You tend to be more wicked preaching: the weak would lose it all
The next hero will collect our bore and give it as a gift to us again
We are afraid of the end
An unapt role in this pretty exhibition
This carnival's admission involving our evolving generation
Provoking godless evocation, consuming your betrayal and then feel clean again
We like to love all of our saints
We love them all or we love more to not must love at all
You approved so late this decision and you could cry to buy us all
Forget not my strong soul my heart is not a store
My heart is not in store, your heart is my heart's sore.
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Brenda
03:26
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I am not the one world thinks I am
I made a vow, nobody ever gonna trade me
I am not the one world thinks I am
I assure you that none story of love pertains me
This is my last chant and it’s my open sore
I pleaded guilty if all these years sleep on the floor
Come easy father, donate me that gun and nod like you mean it’s me I must not live
Leave it all behind, behind my back, back to the ones I love
This day I feel like more, I want to heal this bore
What did you expect from me? To use your gift as a motive for you to bury me?
You fail me, I dare you to share the bottle and let me tell you
There is no way out, there is no way to revive the hope
There is no heaven, there is no hell
Just the ability to make ourselves suffer
If I don’t feel the loss so what was this all about?
If you don’t see the cost so why you keep on being around?
I can’t forgive you, you can’t ever forget me
I can’t forget, you can’t forgive
I can’t forget anything, I can only stop remembering.
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9. |
Years Of The Vulture
03:00
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I 've never thought that this could be me
When I look into your eyes, there is nothing more to see
It’s like I wasn’t ready for this
I 've never thought that this could be me
When I look into your eyes, there is nothing more to see
My heart is burning but my bones are fading
There is a devil in me, working overnight for a purpose I don’t see
I guess that it’s alright or maybe it’s not or there is nothing in me at all
There’s no need of me and Ι walk away
There’s no feeling of me but I don’t care
With a golden heart and wooden legs to walk on the rocks
I lost track of everything
The sky is always there to remind me of the consequences of being alone
What if Ι close my eyes, what if Ι never wake up
Will u be still by my side? Will u still feel my heart?
Beating with the shadows leaving with the ghosts
Don’t pray for me, destiny is fighting with forever
Forever is such a meaningless word
Forever is such a meaningless word
Forever is such a meaningless war
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10. |
Glasgow Smile
04:14
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Replace me with something more, I won’t let this happen to you my beloved foe
Feed me to the strong, so I start this war with a storm inside my lungs
You are the one with no ears, no ears to hear your beliefs
These scars are loud like a thousand, like a million, like a billion mouths
Take me apart, let the waves crush me down this is your exile mister black-eyed little man
This is your exile, this is your fucking time
You pay a million miles to get me out, you see the world fade
You pay a million miles to get me out, but now you can’t get by me you see the world change, I stare at you as you stay the same and you remain the same
You pay a million miles to get me out, but now you can’t get by me you see the world change, I stare at you as you stay the same
Don’t try to change me I know you tried don’t even think of making me get a rest
I've trusted you so many times but this won’t last you said it’ll work you said it'll work
Now it’s time for you to trust me too I saw yourself change on the day twelve
Τhis was what I expected from you, what I expected was in you
You said it'll work, but now it’s time for you to trust me too
Behind a smile, you can see more than meets the eye
Don’t be afraid my beloved friend
Behind a smile, you can see more than meets the eye at the end we all share our stories alone
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