1. |
In real life
02:32
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Don't you think the director of this life
should be John Carpenter?
Swim if you can,
fight against the cramps
would you give up?
your eyes, they say
your life's such a big stake
Life, it scares, I know
a horror movie you already paid for
Doesn't make sense to close your eyes
'cause it's right the best part you are missing
Doesn't make sense to close your eyes
just the best fuckin part you are missing
Your legs are bound
with something on your trails,
would you give up?
your eyes, they say
your life, such a big stake
to give up
Won't be the last time I fall
but I can't stop bleeding
Won't be the last time I sink
and I can't stop breathing
Shore is always far (believe me)
shore is always far (believe me)
Shore is always far (believe me)
motherfucking far
Try to run
(escape the umpteenth bite to your neck)
as fast as you can
(escape the umpteenth blade to your back)
Life's fucking umpteenth attempt,
world's fucking umpteenth attempt,
to see you drown
Life, it scares, and that's it.
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2. |
When 6 was 5
03:13
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You say
we were way better when we were worse
at least
we knew where we were going
trains were on time
women knew their place
we knew where we were going
we knew who we were
eyes veiled by the flag
we marched
ears deafened by the trumpets of war
we fought and lost
we had an empire oversea
(fuled by pride and the spite of beggars)
we died for things we couldn't see
(and we think that freedom is a heavy weight to bear)
when he was alive
we knew that 6 was 5
just because he told so
just because he told so
and no place for doubts (x2)
we had food on the table
we were shining and bright
we lived a dream of conformity
bandaged in the black shirt
no matter if we had
no mercy
the price of our numbness
was death
and we still think that freedom is
a fucking heavy weight to bear
when he was alive
we knew that 6 was 5
just because he told so
just because he told so
and no place for doubts (x2)
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3. |
Wishlist
03:31
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How fast can you run?
Will you shake responsibility off?
Or will you stop to face it?
And how hard can you fight?
When your friends are getting married
and your classmates are getting pregnant
why does time seem suspended?
Are you the only one awaiting the turning point?
A Peter Pan in baggy clothes
a clumsy clone of the best of you
was this a choice?
Or just the flow of the days
brought you to this shore
from where you watch
the routine slowly unraveling?
oh, childish onlooker
sense of guilt keeps you warm
great expectations
years spent planning the years to come
years that came, and were so different
from what you thought
better, or worse?
Or just different, just original?
So, tell me, who is better?
You, with a stained t-shirt
and a grasp of lasting dreams
or that puppet in suit and tie
slave to himself, to his plans
surrendering to a stronger stream
or that hysterical parody
of a self-made woman
bilious, hating and repressed?
Look: if you still can bear to watch
your reflection in the mirror
you're right, so goddamn right
great expectations
years spent planning the years to come
years that came, and were so different
from what you thought
better, or worse?
Or just different, just original?
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4. |
I just need to sleep
02:40
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Sometimes I find myself thinking
That the day will never come
This night will last forever
The sun will never shine again
Oppressed by this sensation
Made numb and apathetic
An alarm clock raping your head
Is not enough to wake the dead
Too many times I wake up
With everyone else sleeping
Too many dawns I’ve seen alone
They don’t touch me any more
I’m sick of rising sun
That pastel colours are dead for me
They are the waste that’s going on
I’m sick of rising sun
It’s pointing and mocking me
It’s the point I’m missing
May I have light, sir?
Can I have some more?
Got to charge the batteries
I’m running out of love
Too many times I wake up
Cursing myself and all the world
Too many nights cloistered at home
I can’t remember any more
How many days I wake up
The only car in the streets
The only pair of open eyes
Is this real or just a dream?
I’m sick of rising sun
That pastel colours are dead for me
They are the waste that’s going on
I’m sick of rising sun
It’s pointing and mocking me
It’s the point I’m missing
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5. |
Ice cold
03:20
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somewhere I still have feelings
they're well hidden, wanna keep them safe
I know their name, what a shame
they're far from your eyes
calculating, turn on my cynical mode
one plus one makes two plus you makes a whole
so let's move, reasonable odds to win the pot
I got them, time to play
this is not the way things are supposed to work
you told me once that “falling in love is like being drunk”
well, I'm sober, fucking sober
can't remember how's the taste
Been way far from being sincere
but words have so much meanings
just like silences, like omissions
misleading fillings of this angry days
Wondering, how did I get so detached?
When did I forget how to let me go?
When did life turn into equations?
I'm not that romantic, after all
I must be pathetic, lost my ethics for a while
so clumsy, apparently cool, partly clown
I'm taking it seriously, telling jokes
hands in the pocket, head miles away
don't know what to say, can't translate it
even if I fully realize the meaning of your words
you told me once I was the last of romantics
are you sure I'm not the first of fools?
Wondering, how did I get so detached?
I'm not that romantic, after all
somewhere I still have feelings
they're well hidden, wanna keep them safe
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6. |
Close circuit
03:48
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This is not making sense
this must be a joke
all this people dying to catch a reflection
of the stars shining in the heaven
of this crappy fake re-enactment
of the life that seems too boring
to be fucking plainly lived
and they run, they run
to get their faces in
the big machine
and they smile, they smile
to sneak into the pit
where lies just fit
where shit is sold as solid gold
and everyone is famous for
doing fucking useless horseshit
and being quite ok about it
'cause all the world would be staring at them,
adoring
frantically
the V.I.P.
This is the world we live
this is the place where I'm born
where to check that you're existing
you need filmed proof you're still breathing
when life comes through the others' eyes
dead must be working 9 to 5
and there's no shit that's left for giving
for those who sweat their living
so they run, they run
to get their faces in
the big machine
so they smile, they smile
to sneak into the pit
where lies just fit
forgetting every step they make is taped
and every breath they take is saved
that all their lives are stored in some place
all those days of stupid rat race
lay in hard drives, DVDs,
for guards to see.
CCTV,
funny indeed.
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