1. |
Cat In a Trap
03:27
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Wasn’t sure my time is up
Draw the cards to see the eight of cups
Scratch my cheek, ask for a pat
Now I’m just a cat in a trap
Sleeping through the crash crash crash
Wish I had a bus to catch
Look up to the sky, cause skies don’t lie
Spot a pigeon
Fight or die!
If I don’t see it it’s not real
Lemons have the thickest peel
Leave out the bait
Small pieces
Noones catching on
Smart fishes
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2. |
Asparagus
03:37
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I don’t mind another tide
A cow on a leash chewed itself free
I found a man angrier than me
Hand in hand we’ll put your head in the sand
Wrap your kids in plastic rags
You’ll die before they’ll put out a white flag
Get knocked up, drink another cup
It’s all the same, it’s never enough
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3. |
Mission Deception
04:35
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I will rob you
I will rob you first
And then I’ll stab you
To ease my thirst
Running up the stairs
Two steps at a time
It’s true, I need him
I need him alive
I used to try so hard
To stay on the track, to obey
Our hearts belong to the streets
In the hands of those who we betray
I need him
I need him alive
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4. |
Megabee
03:24
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Key holder
Gate keeper
You’ve got the power to change this whole damn game
But your friends are in your wood-lined hall of fame
Their acoustic guitars sound all the same
Drink all night and get high on pain
Key holder
Gate keeper
You’ve got the power to change this whole damn game
But your friends are in your wood-lined hall of fame
The sounds they make sound all the same
Drink all night and get high on pain
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5. |
Freak Of The Show
06:01
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Lock the doors from within
Throw away the key
Did you get what you wanted
Are you finally free
Did I hear a sound
Or was it in my head
Don’t turn the lights on
There’s nobody here
I’m the freak of the show
Knocking on every door
Without an answer
I carry on
Did you find where to hide
Are you finally safe
I would choose myself
Again and again
I’m the freak of the show
Knocking on every door
Without an answer
I carry on
Did you get what you wanted
In your solitude
Did you get wanted
Did you get what you wanted
In your solitude
Did you do all the things you wanted to do
Did you get what you wanted
In your solitude
Nobody likes you anymore
I see you’re somebody’s reason to live
Makes you hate yourself for it
Love and breathe and give in
To my illusion
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6. |
I Don't Own a Clock
03:08
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Forced beauty
Artificially gained importance
No bigger than a dog’s ear
Chewed off at fight
Where’s that ticking coming from
I don’t own a clock
The job is done, the task was clear
But it doesn’t stop
Hands tied in comfort
Bought myself another excuse
And over-used it
Cause nothing excites me anymore
Yet I dread of becoming like
Those red A freaks
Having fun talking about money
Missing the irony
I’m turning my back on shame
Of living a soul sucking life
I consume and I get consumed
By all the little things I own
I can’t buy my way out
Where’s that ticking coming from
I don’t own a clock
The job is done, the task was clear
But it doesn’t stop
I’m turning my back on shame
Of living a soul sucking life
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7. |
Menthol
03:27
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I think I got out without a single vision
Didn’t see any dreams
The air is clear
And even if it wasn’t
Not sure you’d recognise yourself
My hands won’t tremble and my stomach won’t twist
And I hope to god
You don’t count on this
Head straight, go ahead
I see my peers
Menthol tears
I’m cool, you see, I’m one of you
It’s not like I live in constant fear
Of grief, pain and the fear itself
A bird flies over my head and I reach for a seatbelt
Head straight, go ahead
Painting over all the art I’ve made
To be fair, you see
I don’t want to be like you
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8. |
We Hope It's a Son
03:31
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I don’t find it funny
Crossing the street at night
When I see a man
Walking behind me
I was born a mother
I will die as one
My insides ripped apart
We hope it’s a son
I’m not a human in your eyes
You want us to trust you
You don’t want us to breathe
You want us to love you
You don’t want us to speak
I’m not a human in your eyes
I am not an incubator
I’m not a machine
I had savings for abortion
When I was only a teen
Don’t call it pro life
It’s just pro abuse
Am I still a human
If I don’t reproduce
I’m not a human in your eyes
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9. |
Devil Dog
04:06
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Come cold
Come darkness
I give in
Come fear
I care no more
Another intrusive thought
I became friends with the devil dog
Writes down my dreams for me
Wakes up when it’s time to sleep
You’re smart
But you haven’t gotten any far
Slowly getting used to
Wasting time
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10. |
Have a Nice Flight
08:08
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Let me know when you get there
I’ll stay here by myself
You’re everything I thought you were
Catching your eyes as you look away
First time I see someone
Come from the same path
Obvious to you
Funny to me
Same as the others
This one will pass
I light up in sparks
Melting in your way
Only in jealousy
I become alive again
Follow the trail of saltwater
I don’t want to leave
And I don’t want to stay
Last dorps of wine
For my eyes to sink
I won’t cry
If I don’t blink
I know this street
It’s a dead-end
All I wanted was a friend
Breathe in the summer breeze
You are yet to feel
Melting in your way
Only in jealousy
I become alive again
Bittersweet to go
I’m glad I saw the sun
Time will pass, I know
The light will still glow on
Have a nice flight
Have a good life
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