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1. |
After Dark
06:32
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There was nothing in my way
But it hit me real hard
And now I’m waiting for you
To send flowers with your dedication
But you hold your head up high
Sneaking in at night
Changing the plan
Of my medication
There was nothing in my way
Not a single trail to follow
But I’m
Taking a bath in my worst expectation
Nothing in my way
Only the sky is the limit
But I’m
Organizing my basement
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead and pray that
God will spare you anyway
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
Anyway
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
I can see it in your eyes
I’m singing out of tune
And not a single word of mine
Will fit into your room
I can see it in your eye
Yeah you want it real hard
But I’m not the same guy
You were breeding in your heart
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead and pray that
God will spare you anyway
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
Anyway
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
Anyway
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
(God will spare you)
God will spare you
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2. |
Taste
04:35
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Oh I’m hungry I
I didn’t eat a while
Just for the taste
(For the taste)
For the taste of the good good things
Heaven brings
Oh I’m thirsty I
I didn’t drink a while
Just for the taste
(For the taste)
For the taste of the good good sins
A good wine brings
Oh I’m dirty I
I didn’t shower in a while
Just for the taste
(For the taste)
For the taste of a clean moment
Running out your eye
Oh I’m horny I
I didn’t fuck in a while
Just for the taste
(For the taste)
For the taste of the hell the hell
Behind my lies
And your lips taste like teardrops
And your smile is full of memory
And your arms are my home
But your words are a bitter melody
And I can’t stand that anymore
And I won’t have that anymore
Just for the taste…
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
Just for the taste
For the taste
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3. |
Y U
03:53
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Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Dry your
Dry your
Dry your eyes
Cause there’s more to come
Anytime you think you’re done
There is something
And something
And something
But I can’t tell you why
Or what to do
No I can’t tell you why
Why you
Dry your tears
Dry your tears
Dry your
Dry your
Your pretty tears
It was not the last time
It was not the last crime
You’re convicted
Convicted
Convicted
But I can’t tell you why
Or what to do (what to do)
No I can’t tell you why
Why you
No I can’t tell you why
Nor what to do
No I can’t tell you why why
Why you
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4. |
Assassin
05:50
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I had fuel in the car
But no destination
I had tools in the basement
But no inspiration
I had water in my pool
But the party is over
And food on the table
But no joy
But then she used her gun and hit the core
Though I looked exactly like before
She used her gun and it made sense
Switched me back into the present tense
Don’t wait for me
I won’t make it out alive
Don’t wait for me
Just drive
To the harbour of my city
And smell the wind that wants to kiss me
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Man I used to be free
Now I am rich
Used to live in the plains
But moved on a ridge
There’s a crack in my past
No one will stitch
And a scar runs down my spine
Won’t stop to itch
So please just use your gun and sweep my floor
Make me look exactly like before
Just use your gun and break my law
Unscrew my name off my door
Just use your gun and put an end
Conquer my land kill the president
Just use your gun and put an end
I don’t need no one to
Understand
Don’t wait for me
I won’t make it out alive
Don’t wait for me just drive
To the harbour of my city
And say again
That you will miss me
Miss me, miss me, miss me, miss me
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5. |
Unthinkable
04:31
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Flip a coin
Good or bad
Happy or sad
It might have been fury
It might have been a lack of thoughts
But it’s the way
That it is
The way it is
It’s a simple as this
Flip a coin
Good or bad
Happy or sad
It might have been chance
It might have been all your fault
But it’s the way
That it is
The way it is
But it’s holy like this
Flip a coin
Good or bad
Are you more happy than sad
I might be your path
I might be your chain
But it’s the way
That it is
The way it is
And all else
Is unthinkable
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6. |
Anything
04:32
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I could have been anything
I could have been anything at all
But I’ve been walking on this dirty road
Yes I’ve been wearing my ragged coat
I could have been anything
And now you say anything would suit me better than this
But I’ve been working hard on this hole in my pocket
I was proudly drilling that leak into my bucket
It could have been easy
But that would not please me
I’d rather be dragging all the fists to my face
Itching for the scar that leaves a trace
Your concentration camp is full
There’s no space left for me
Not the quiet anonymous death
I could have had anything
Yes I grew up where there is plenty of all
Here we got the rice of the plate of an indian farmer
And the pot from the stove of my african mama
Mama, mama, mama
I could have had anything
But anything I have is weighing heavy on my back
Anything I have just keeps me home
Anything I have turns me to stone
Your conentration camp is full
No space left for me
Not the quiet anonymous death
That you had planned for me
Your concentration camp is full
And now get out of here
And I’ll tell anyone I will meet on this earth
What you had planned for me
Your conentration camp is full
No space left for me
Not the quiet anonymous death
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7. |
Once
05:24
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You’ve painted my wings
And you’ve painted all my melodies
You’ve painted my sins
But do you know what that means
Once you were a godess to me
Once you were a godess to me
But now you bark just like the dogs
And they’ll bark all my lifetime
And you guard the doors
But I can’t afford the fine
Once we were like brothers in arms
Once we were like brothers in arms
Yeah we caught the bird but now it won’t fly
Yaah we picked the rose and now we’ll see it die
We’ve built a house, a barn, a shed
But the storm is so bad
We’ve planted seeds but the wheeds
They’ve grown so fast
So fast
Uhhh
Now show me your face
Uhhh
Did I leave a trace
Uhhh
Show me your face
Uhhh
Did I leave a trace
Once we lived in paradise
Once we lived in paradise
So now you pack your bags
And I’m not begging you to stay
And we settle our quest
Like grown ups you might say
But once you felt warm in my embrace
Once, once, once
Yeah we caught the bird but now it won’t fly
Yaah we picked the rose and now we’ll see it die
We’ve built a house, a barn, a shed
But the storm is so bad
We’ve planted seeds but the wheeds
They’ve grown so fast
So fast
Uhhh
Now show me your face
Uhhh
Did I leave a trace
Uhhh
Show me your face
Uhhh
Did I leave a trace
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8. |
Wasteland
04:58
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I was born in a land
Wish I just - I could leave it
I was raised in a land
Drinking blood, eating bones
I raise my girl
I already see those dollar sings in her eye
But I pretend
To be blind
Though I know she will regret that
I know she’ll have a bad time
Paying all my debts
I was born in a land
Wish I just - I could leave it
Raised in a land
Drinking oil, eating gold
I raise my boy
In a world without a butterfly on the lawn
He can’t make a fire
But sure uses my phone
And I know he will regret that
I know I will regret I will regret that
I know he will regret
I know he’ll have a bad time
Ooh such a bad bad bad time
Paying all my debts
Come on
This is a wasteland
This is a dead end
French fries, Super Bowl
Does not feed your soul
This is a wasteland
This is a dead end
This is waste
Land
We’re bound to go down
I say we’re bound to go down
We’re bound to go down
We’re bound to
To go to go
Down
Down
Alright
We’ll go down
Down down down down down
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9. |
Dreamer
04:17
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Debts and bets
Bets and debts
Like dogs and cats
Play cats and dogs
With paychecks and stocks
You think you find your truth little man
With your calculator and your pen
Your canned fortune potion made in Japan
Two greedy hands, two horny eyes
Hungry for executions and trials
You’re the perfect cattle
For the heavy metal battle
You make a loud proud noise
With your proud loud voice
You and your boys
My plow needs no mule
My wisdom no school
My skill needs no tool
My motor no fuel
My job no carreer
My body no fear
My army no gear
My story no tear
Bets and debts
Debts and bets
Coins out in the west
Heads off in the east
And all the rats to the feast
So you think you’ll find your peace little man
While you’re running where the rabbit ran
Put your dog on its tail
Because you never fail
Two nervous hands, two empty eyes
Begging for illusions and lies
But you can’t afford your own point of view
You close your eyes, you turn your heads
Wherever chance walks in rags
You play the perfect rhythm
For the next round of fascism
My soul needs no hole
My play no starring role
My border no toll
My ambition no goal
But my words need no doubt
My love needs no crowd
My joy needs no shame
My god needs no name
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