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Sober Tactics
04:40
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fever´s around
ready just to take us
-hell no!-
but we won't approve,
as we never do
dealer´s in town
and no one left to save us
-swallow!-
…then cool it down and sweat the indication out!
lock your basement
count your sales
take the latest pills
for big time fails
you know the pockets of the chief are deep
so I couldn´t care less for sober tactics on repeat
fever´s a lie
you doubt my intensions
-cause you don´t know!-
there´s an antidote
for your value code
one needle to die
that´s what you always mentioned
-sorrow!-
love was left behind, my incident-your alibi
flood your basement
count your sales
take the latest pills
for big time fails
you know the pockets of the chief are deep
so I couldn´t care less for sober tactics on repeat
health was once to stick to
my body spells d-e-n-i-a-l
crossed fingers for new punchlines
in future papers science
my package got delivered
smart money right on time
ordered near the pay phone
where J. Paul Getty died.
hold on, destroy, keep up with the brutes
you think i have to fear
payed mercy, got dependency
i quit your blessings with my head up high
like I mirror your excuses right back to your open mouth
doubt the giver, loners know to survive
like I mirror your excuses right back to your open mouth
this is both: my truth, your lie
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2. |
Midnight Midnight
05:59
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no more breathing in
spread disease - defend
set on meds by friends again
immune to your lies- no spit or bile
bored cops and dimmed streetlights
warm wind, pleased to breathe some life in
last chance to trust my legs on a walk at midnight
before you´re home- call the sickness stopping by
see the morning come
mourning come
with plain impulse on the run
see the morning come
revealing- we´re done
pick the seeds, kill the concept we are from
thrown heart, path decided
grown old, if there is pain - i wanna know
all peers left divided
all critics blamed and most of my best friends ashamed
see the morning come
mourning come
with plain impulse on the run
see the morning come
revealing- we´re done
pick the seeds, kill the concept we are from
this mess, this weakness
my head, my spine
just mess, just weakness
no more wrath on my mind
our lungs still work the same
swallow curse on kindest words
holding hands until the night
giving birth to last goodbye
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3. |
Philadelphia
07:33
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VILLAGES Dresden, Germany
Villages is a post punk band based in Dresden, Germoney.
They're really into 80´s synths, delayed guitars and a lot of wires.
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