1. |
Border / Popcorn
04:32
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popcorn
I need volunteers to keep this thing alive
Lakes and rivers that are actually dry
Poison cranberries, eyes that born blind
and suddenly the longest line
Searching monsters under my bed
they are all around in a european affair
but they didn´t find a perfect souvenir
cause their weakness is about me
I´m gone, and they are all away
I´m done, but no mistakes
like popcorn that are blowing far away
My family is now stepping aside
"oh he´s special let us fuckin now"
and now there are voices that I cannot hear
now I can go riding free
I´m gone, and they are all away
I´m done, but no mistakes
like popcorn that are blowing far away
I´m gone, and they are all away
I´m done, but no mistakes
like popcorn that are blowing far away
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2. |
Surround me / Unkind
06:52
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Surround me
Don´t try to become the fire of your will
I found the shallows in my head
Don´t try to become a human being
Cause I didn´t find anything real
and for all those people who can feel, I say, surround me
and all these people without faith, don´t touch me
I am reborn from my ashes
the firecrackle has been passed....
I'm a whirlwind in the air
And the ground rumbles under my steps
and for all those people who can feel, I say, surround me
and all these people without faith, don´t touch me
I am the cloud that crosses that hill
Ash embers that return to feel
But I was standing on my old bed
in that hole in which I prayed
and all those people who can feel, I say, surround me
and all these people without faith, don´t touch me!
all those people who can feel, I say, surround me
and all these people without faith, don´t touch me
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Unkind
Sometimes we need something painful
we don´t want to talk about that
someone who never met you will talk about you wrong
Slowmotion for a fast life
surrounded by the same guys
and one day arrives this prophet
and tells you who you are
sad, cruel and sad
cruel and sad
cruel and sad
cruel, cruel, cruel
sad and unkind
He will know when to do it and will wait for a better time
they walk with their ego without talent
and they're still looking for a victim now
don´t move even your shade
they still look towards you babe
but you know what
they already know it and they also realize ...
and it´s sad, cruel and sad
cruel and sad
cruel and sad
cruel, cruel, cruel,
sad and unkind
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Roller Coaster
Victim of time
cause your time is so slowly
victim of pray
cause your church is so expensive
victim of gold
cause it´s value is not the prize man
victim of waste
cause your waste is so disposable
I close my eyes but I can see it all
cause my life is like a roller coaster
smokey forest that ain’t ashes at all
cause my life is like a roller coaster that´s gone
Prophets of rage
but your rage is soft and tender
victims of grown
like those sketches never drawn
I close my eyes but I can see it all
cause my life is like a roller coaster
smokey forest that ain’t ashes at all
cause my life is like a roller coaster that´s gone
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Kimberly
Kimberly is a sunshine, followed on the web
but for Kimberly is not enough, you know
she want likes everywhere
Kimberly sometimes take pics of herself
twitter, tinder, spotify you know
she´s the queen of the web
Everyday on Instagram with more selfies on her cell
Everything she couldn´t find diving in her own hell
and now the screen is pitch black
erases on her fakeness
but you sleep well.....
Kimberly sometimes logs out and plays
but for Kimberly it’s not enough you know
she needs her profile update.
Everyday on Instagram with more selfies on her cell
Everything she couldn´t find diving in her own hell
and now the screen is pitch black
erases on her fakeness
Everyday on Instagram with more selfies on her cell
Everything she couldn´t find diving in her own hell
and now the screen is pitch black
erases on her fakeness
but you sleep well.....
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4. |
Remain with The Living
02:40
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Sometimes my conciousness
awakes and she spits me on the sunset
My eyes that are still blind
and observe the modern and ancient
my roots aren´t camouflaged truth
and discover the bleed of the ages
Somehow I´ve drained out
the most painful events of my nature
On this time before you go
Counting time before it ended
all this time before I go
that´s going on
Some place and a wrong way
but their whispers never sound louder
You must go with a desperate glow
in a upside down Escher ladder
Have fun in this wonderful time
but now there´s no time for your grievance
somehow I´m bleeding out but I have to
remain with the living
On this time before you go
Counting time before it ended
all this time before I go
that´s going on
that´s going on
that´s going on
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5. |
Soul Rebirth
04:15
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Instrumental
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Breath
(Instrumental)
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The Weight of My Chains
I feel this morning between my fingers the grass under my feet
Moments and memories that go through this life like the dust of sand.
You can hurt me and I bleed with your hypocrisy,
the weight of my chains
Before judgin´ me put my shoes on and walk my way, before you say something.
This island is the only thing that is mine and you won´t touch it man...
you won´t touch it man...
You can hurt me and I bleed with your hypocrisy,
the weight of my chains
Before judgin´ me put my shoes on and walk my way, before you say...
You can hurt me and I bleed with your hypocrisy,
the weight of my chains
Before judgin´ me put my shoes on and walk my way, before you say something.
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Interlude
(Instrumental)
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Slowly
Shallow reef holds what it can
Blue sea that rises before the land
Oh! desert breath....indians spells in the air
And walking head-down traveling to remote distant lands
And we still believe the unbeliavable
While we grow all die, slowly....
Rumble, rocks fall from the top
Trees of my soul torn from the ground
Then we will be the victims and we will wonder why
Oh! wandering low on this horizon without end
And not be able to return forever
And the forever anymore
This world that we believe is ours, dies....slowly....slowly....slowly....
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Blind & Alone
something rises and doesn´t fill me or take me away
it rises to leave this awesome planet
if you give me a choice, I choose to be blown away
like a child that who can not play
I don´t care that this summer dies
I don´t care anymore
I have felt and seen the wind blowing away
and draw your face in the clouds like a pencil
and I had to see the cliff where I will rest
please don´t throw me yet.
but she still has to wait for the sun
waiting for miracles...
and I'll say hello
you must be this feeling
that burns in this river
blind and alone.
but she still has to wait for the sun
waiting for miracles...
and I'll say hello
you must be this feeling
that burns in this river
blind and alone.
Tired, but growing my desire
shines like fire
but blind and alone
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Let Me Find Out
Sailing on this deep blue sky
serving me cause there´s no one to try
but if you have forgotten me
Why do my songs still ring in your heart?
Love me, but don´t let me find out
Let me find out, show me in the dark
Every morning I can smell your touch
show me the path of the life
but every morning you reset my life
and now time has gone
flying or rolling
shouting or growling alone
Slendering moments in a forest with a honky tonk guitar
but it´s not me and it´s not real
cause the time has gone.
You´ve told me, dimes will be even sometimes
Sliding voices that your brain drains out
Slowly, changes that arrived
that is why I need my heart, my brain and hands tonight.
Let me find out, show me in the dark
Every morning I can smell your touch
show me the path of the life
but every morning you reset my life
and now time has gone
flying or rolling
shouting or growling alone
Slendering moments in a forest with a honky tonk guitar
but it´s not me and it´s not real
cause the time has gone.
Every morning I can smell your touch
show me....... show me..............
Let me find out, show me in the dark
Every morning I can smell your touch
show me the path of the life
but every morning you reset my life
and now time has gone
flying or rolling
shouting or growling alone
Slendering moments in a forest with a honky tonk guitar
but it´s not me and it´s not real
cause the time has gone....
cause the time has gone....
cause the time has gone....
cause the time has ............
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