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Even Out
05:38
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So the story as it's told,
Starts with anger nothing more
and a total neglection of time.
The frustration, let it go,
It's easier said than it's done
And it seems to be my only company.
Well you're lying there awake,
falling tears are making tracks
in the sand as the tide is rolling in.
Waves are rushing to the shore,
They've got you covered head to toe.
You cant be drowning in self pity and doubt.
PRE:
Can it be,
I've got a head full of nothing.
Can it be,
I've got my head full.
CHORUS:
Hold emotion,
Even out,
Find the sickness,
Cut it out.
They say the message sent is clear,
I'm making nothing out of it.
I dont want to interrupt the natural flow.
Cleanse your passion of all hate,
stay the hell away from it.
It will fill your body and corrupt your soul.
PRE:
Can it be,
I've got a head full of nothing.
Can it be,
I've got my head full.
CHORUS:
Hold emotion,
Even out,
Find the sickness,
Cut it out.
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2. |
Art Of Concealment
05:36
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3. |
Big Sign
06:42
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Where do I go when I go to sleep?
My mind wanders endlessly.
Questions hold the answers to thoughts unknown.
A big sign says fail at the end of the road.
Where do I go?
Damned if I do and I'm damned if i don't.
Maybe the ideology lives in my bones.
Haunting shadows, whisper unknown.
Tempting answers but not my own.
Where do I go?
CHORUS:
Assault, Jail time, it's not what i need for me
Talk tough spit shine, it's not what i need for me
Walls are only built to be shattered.
I visit m limits in dreams but no weakness is found.
Infantile gestures lend a hand to put me on edge.
A screw loose, some say, is it all in my head?
Where do I go?
CHORUS:
Assault, Jail time, it's not what i need for me
Talk tough spit shine, it's not what i need for me
BRIDGE:
Sentimental values are infested by the nation.
Cortisone is running through our veins there's nothing we can do.
Suffocating thoughts are always trying on my patience.
Like the social side of genocide.
Upheaving, appealing to more than you will ever know.
Build your life from honesty, that way is gone.
They said, they didn't say do what I do
CHORUS:
Assault, Jail time, it's not what i need for me
Talk tough spit shine, it's not what i need for me
The only answer you will find,
Is within yourself close your eyes.
If you find life hard just breathe,
Where in the same boat.
You never know when it will sink.
Where do I go when I go to sleep?
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4. |
Send Me On My Way
05:38
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We are so much older than before.
It does not mean we have the answers for.
Read between the lines.
There's hidden meaning, open up your eyes.
We walk down the road that's glorified
but ending in disaster.
It's amplified by all the warning signs.
Still we cannot figure out why
Our appetites are fading.
CHORUS:
Send me on my way,
passed drooling lips of blood thristy.
Cut me out throw me away,
Not one word just to explain.
I confuse the voice inside my head,
with the sounds of evil.
I listen intently to what they have to say.
And slowly return to the night again.
Who am I?
Open up your eyes.
Who am I?
Take a look inside.
Who am I?
Our appetites are fading
CHORUS:
Send me on my way,
passed drooling lips of blood thristy.
Cut me out throw me away,
Not one word just to explain
unbecoming,
Life is a stage dive,
Fear unravelled,
Beneath, a hero
CHORUS:
Send me on my way,
passed drooling lips of blood thristy.
Cut me out throw me away,
Not one word just to explain X2
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5. |
Utopian Dream
07:44
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Nothing surprizes me anymore,
I have nothing left to live for.
My eyes fool me every time,
I have nothing on my mind
until I open the doors.
The answer is written on my heart.
Dont forget me when I die,
I'll either haunt you,
or peacefully reside inside your mind.
Forget the material and live the experience,
Dont forget to breathe.
Because nothing in this world is how it's supposed the be
According to my utopian dream
The answer is written.
You must open up your mind.
Pull down walls for peace of mind.
Pull down walls for peace of mind.
In your hour of need,
Selfishly heed the warning signs.
That your soul is screaming.
It's senseless to wonder,
how you get left to bleed.
Senseless to worry
and beg them for empathy.
They'll tie it to me
when there's nobody else to blame,
My mind is open, its the secret to being free
The answer is written on.
The answer is written in my eyes.
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