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Full Throttle
02:04
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The sun comes in through the window,
pages turn and light a new day. All the
sorrow I’m leaving behind me, the daily
grind and the slumber of day.
The sound is so loud it calls my name,
count on it now as I make it sustain.
The walls are closing in around me, feel
the heat as the fire returns. Full throttle
speeding up forward, strike a match and
watch it burn!
The ashes of doubt, they now fade away.
The streets are calling upon me, just before
the break of day. Not running around but
exploring, I see the sights of a new highway.
The sound is so loud it calls my name,
count on it now as I make it sustain.
The walls are closing in around me, feel
the heat as the fire returns. Full throttle
speeding up forward, strike a match and
watch it burn!
The ashes of doubt, they now fade away
from my mind.
The sun comes in through the window,
pages turn and light a new day. Full
throttle speeding up forward, strike a
match and watch it burn.
The walls are closing in around me, feel
the heat as the fire returns. Full throttle
speeding up forward, strike a match and
watch it burn!
The ashes of doubt, they now fade away
from my mind.
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2. |
Come and Get Some
02:08
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If you wanna try me out just come and get
some! I’m not gonna live by the rules you
abide. If you wanna try me out just come
and get some! Say what you want, your will
is denied!
All of our lives people tell us what to do,
we’re filled with their rules, they don’t
have a clue! It’s not what we need, but we
let them decide. We’re caged in a world,
where fear traps the mind!
You still wanna try me out? Just come and
get some! I’m not seduced by your negative
mind! Your whole life you’ve been running
for others, don’t you know, you’re one of a
kind!
All of our lives people tell us what to do,
we’re filled with their rules, they don’t
have a clue! It’s not what we need, but we
let them decide, we’re caged in a world,
where fear traps the mind!
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3. |
Advanced
03:28
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Judge me now, in the blink of an eye.
We’ve become objects as we pass on by.
Conversation bleeds away from our time.
We’re digitalized in an ‘algo-rhyme’.
I can still remember when we used to talk,
staying up at night outside for a walk.
When thinking didn’t bring me peace at
all. I used to end up staring at a wall.
Wondering why things are and what made
them be. Nowadays we’re forced fed all the
answers by advanced technology. I used to
write some words, to let my feelings roll.
Now I find myself diluted of a little piece
of soul. I find myself diluted of a little piece
of soul.
Does it make us better, we never wonder
why? Under our thumbs, we fail to try.
To think of something more, outside this
frame. We’re all so different. We’re all the
same.
I can still remember when we used to talk,
staying up at night outside for a walk.
When thinking didn’t bring me peace
at all. I used to end up staring at a wall.
Wondering why things are and what made
them be. Nowadays we’re forced fed all the
answers by advanced technology. I used to
write some words, to let my feelings roll.
Now I find myself diluted of a little piece
of soul. I find myself diluted of a little piece
of soul.
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4. |
I Made It Out
02:15
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I read a sign post, the echoes of silent
rhymes, the autumn leaves are falling on
the ground. Radiating sirens, hearing sirens
in my head, I’m breathing on and this time
I get out.
I made it out, and I’m fighting out the
trenches on my own. I made it out, this
time. I made it out, and I’m holding all the
fights to call my own. I made it out alive.
As the winter approaches, and I’m holding
up my head, against the dark that I see.
Fading all the lights to get more than
leaning on a side that we never could define.
I made it out, and I’m fighting out the
trenches on my own. I made it out, this
time. I made it out, and I’m holding all the
fights to call my own. I made it out alive.
Now I’m running down the trenches and
evading all the lies that I’m feeling all this
time. I’m facing all of this progression as the
fear to come alive,
leaving dead in my mind.
I made it out, and I’m fighting out the
trenches on my own. I made it out, this
time. I made it out, and I’m holding all the
fights to call my own. I made it out alive.
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5. |
All The Same
01:37
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Over the top and down in the pit. Insane
is what we made of it. Can’t place those
words in the roles you play. You will deny,
whatever I say.
Warning signs put up all over my thoughts.
Taking control so I’ve had enough! You
will deny, whatever I say! You will deny,
whatever I say! Whatever I say!
The illusion of a fitting piece. Got a grip
on me tied me to my knees. Without sight
ahead, the future is blind. But i’m back on
my guard and won’t be so kind.
Warning signs put up all over my thoughts.
Taking control so I’ve had enough! I won’t
be so kind, I’m back on my guard! I won’t
be so kind, I’m back on my guard! I won’t
be so kind!
To me this is getting old. The same concept,
blame me for your fault. I can’t try to put
more time into this. If it proves to be, the
way that it is.
Throw it away, so I can sing you a song.
About how you’ll never admit that you’re
wrong. The way that it is, if it proves to be:
The way that it is, if it proves to be: the way
that it is!
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6. |
Talent Show
02:38
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Welcome to my talent show. I’ll show you
all the things I know, you’ll tell me that
I’m fucked. YOU’RE FUCKED! A whole
generation, filled with expectation, flushed
down the drain.
I’m the puppet on the green screen, a dream
filled balloon. Waiting to explode. I’m the
death of your fantasy, a pre made destiny,
the end of us all.
When we started playing we had the
chance to be bad. Just picked up our
instruments, oh what fun we had. Now
we’re expected to be instantly good.
Charged with expectations!
I’m the puppet on the green screen, a dream
filled balloon. Waiting to explode. I’m the
death of your fantasy, a pre made destiny,
the end of us all.
The legends of our past would turn over in
their grave. To see these polished pop shows
that make us misbehave. Back in the days,
the greatest took their lives away. They
must have had a vision, a feeling of dismay.
I’m the puppet on the green screen, a dream
filled balloon. Waiting to explode. I’m the
death of your fantasy, a pre made destiny,
the end of us all, the end of your soul!
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7. |
1000 Miles
03:16
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Out on my own. It then seemed right. To
take the way out of delight.
Years have all gone by. Too much time was
spent. A thousand miles away from where
I want to be.
The sky opens up, and washes away. The
last drips of rain on my parade. I leave it
behind, I follow my own trail. I give it my
all, I can not fail!
On a darkened night. The light was shining
through. Cracks in the ceiling of deja vu.
Years have all gone by. Too much time was
spent. A thousand miles away from where
I want to be.
The sky opens up, and washes away. The
last drips of rain on my parade. I leave it
behind, I follow my own trail. I give it my
all, I can not fail!
Breaking out of dumb routine. Out of this
gutter place. Where I know, where I know,
where no light shines through!
The sky opens up, and washes away. The
last drips of rain on my parade. I leave it
behind, I follow my own trail. I give it my
all, I can not fail!
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What the fuck is wrong with you? Don’t
you know that you do this too? The world
turns to insanity. This is not the way
things have to be.
Stupid people turning hard. And you think
your so god damn smart. Fire up this fucked
up heat. I hope you are the next to bleed.
Fuck. You stupid fuck. Fuck. You stupid
fuck.
I don’t understand what’s wrong. Can’t
you see the difference? How can you blame
all followers? When extremists do act so
strong.
You do say to be yourself. But I don’t think
you understand who you are and where you
stand. If you preach freedom and respect.
Fuck. You stupid fuck. Fuck. You stupid
fuck.
Liberté, Egalité are nowhere without
Fraternité. Respect and freedom hand in
hand. That’s my way to the promised land.
But I can’t stand your racial hate. I don’t
believe in gods and faith. People do what
they want to. So let them be and let them
do.
Fuck. You stupid fuck. Fuck. You stupid
fuck.
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9. |
Climbing Walls
01:24
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My mind rephrases all the words that came
to me. Wondering how this shaped you up
to feel identity. Rest was never a place you
knew. Surrounded by uncertainty and an
ever changing scenery.
I never lived that way but imagine that it
hurts to never know what to expect.
It doesn’t stop here, you’ve come this far
Remember it’s your effort, that made you
who you are. Even though they will never
lend you a hand. Reward will come, and
this chaos will then end.
Standing at a distance all the cards align.
But being in a fight never shows its design.
Your search was ended so abrupt so soon,
and all the preparation felt to be in vain.
I never lived that way but imagine that it
hurts to never know what to expect.
It doesn’t stop here, you’ve come this far.
Remember it’s your effort, that made you
who you are. Even though they will never
lend you a hand. Reward will come, and
this chaos will then end.
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10. |
With No Demand
02:16
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It all seems so fixed all the things that
we do. There’s so less progression, there’s so
few new. It feels like I’m chained down in
boring-land. Not allowed to move or to do
what I want.
Something inside my head has changed.
I feel I have to step away to remain.
Am I that much more that I comprehend,
or are you stuck in a world with no
demand?
Sometimes I wonder, why you’re never mad.
Mad at the world, or done with this shit.
I can’t paint a picture with the words in
your head. And I can ‘t recall the things
that turn you sad.
Something inside my head has changed.
I feel I have to step away to remain.
Am I that much more that I comprehend,
or are you stuck in a world with no
demand?
The more it comes around, the more it
aggravates. It doesn’t make much sense, at
this point in time.
Something inside my head has changed.
I feel I have to step away to remain.
Am I that much more that I comprehend,
or are you stuck in a world with no
demand?
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11. |
The Rush
02:26
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Rushing by like a whirlwind. Taking all
the time I had. All the moments flash like
lights past my head. Into the night.
A rhythm deploys and settles in. It’s on and
off until we re-begin. The count is on, but
every time, it than is lost each day moves on.
So this is it. A pause moment. From further
lanes in which we’ve spent. So many hours
filled up with words that I can’t recall the
once I’ve heard.
A rhythm deploys and settles in. It’s on and
off until we re-begin. The count is on, but
every time, but than is lost each day moves
on.
Each day moves on, each day moves on.
Each day moves on and on and on.
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12. |
Good Times
02:03
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Where are you now, what have you
become? Now and then I wonder where
you’ve gone. We shared good times we had
it all. I wonder why you disappeared at all.
I remember all the times we would
suddenly meet again. You’d tell me how
you missed the times. Although you were
drunk the resemblance was clear and it
made me look back, on all the good times
that we had.
Sometimes I thought we would always be
friends. A band of brothers lasting till the
end. But it never turned out that way. We
weren’t allowed, any more glory days.
At the fork in the road, we went our own
way. I wish it never had to break.
As the times roll on by and I wish you the
best it’s one thing left to mend. Even years
from now, I still miss my friend.
I remember all the times we would
suddenly meet again. You’d tell me how
you missed the times. Although you were
drunk the resemblance was clear and it
made me look back, on all the good times
that we had
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13. |
Stereotype
02:27
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Since we were young we fought for a
purpose in our lives. From being much alike
now you’re stereotyped, you should know:
That I still mind!
You can become so much more then you are
right now, but you’ve got to know how!
Contrast is rare to have in a world full
of stereotypes like you. Don’t judge me for
what you won’t ever do, just because your
friends tell you not to.
I know you’re gifted to think for yourself,
but you throw it all away. Greed and
frustration I see in your eyes, I wish you
knew, that I still mind!
You can become so much more then you are
right now, but you’ve got to know how!
Contrast is rare to have in a world full
of stereotypes like you. Don’t judge me for
what you won’t ever do, just because your
friends tell you not to.
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14. |
Killing Spree
02:51
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Freedom of speech, but their will is
denied. Satire services to think not to take
somebody’s life. An ink black page that
destroys it for the rest. A campaign of hate
and lies, you’re feeding it at best.
As world’s progress you still don’t learn no
matter who you kill. Ideals will sustain,
and will never serve your will!
No one’s ever told you that this world
is all we have. So we might as well treat
each other with some respect! If all of us
were angered and got on the killing spree,
Manson would be an amateur, no end
would be seen!
I don’t think there’ll be redemption for a
cold blooded killer. There’s no way to justify
these actions that you take. No one here’s
entitled to choose we live or die. If you’re so
offended, start asking yourself why.
As worlds progress you still don’t learn that
no matter who you kill. Ideals will sustain,
and never serve your will.
No one’s ever told you that this world
is all we have. So we might as well treat
each other with some respect! If all of us
were angered and got on the killing spree,
Manson would be an amateur, no end
would be seen!
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