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World of Lines
02:14
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Self-portrait
02:38
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Drawing lines, breaking hearts,
Leavin' scars, telling white lies,
Sleeping with snakes, hearing we're just friends,
Blowing hot and cold, praying that my conscience is as clear as water
Again, again, again and again.
So fucking tell me. Tell me!
Where are these days when things were so much better?
Where are these fucking days?
I can feel free and know it's just an illusion.
I can feel special and know it's just a lie.
No one saves me from me and blaming myself.
Where are these days when things were so much better?
I've been too caught up
In this fucking game
But I won't out!
And you can't stop blaming me
And you can't stop judging me
Cuz I'm the portrait of a modern man.
I am your reflection, reflection of You.
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3. |
Live, My Demon
02:57
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'I saw both of the bombs dropped and I lived'
Opportunity comes once in a lifetime,
And don't let the moment you own
'I saw both of the bombs dropped and I lived'
I see you grown up.
But you still believe in pure words.
Look, you've come to a standstill,
what are the words you whispering now?
"That will never be me,
Never be me"
These are the only words I've heard.
"That will never be me,
Never be me"
Don't worry!
You've been "saved"
And You will never be alone!
I have tried waiting for help
For an answer, for some savior.
I know damn well you're wrong
and wanna stop hurting myself.
I've got to learn to say no
It doesn't matter how to move mountains.
It is more important in what direction.
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Juggernauts No More
03:15
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He just lived his life without taste of it.
Or maybe he chose the different way to go.
Bigger than life, larger than sea,
His dreams were like a wind blow
In scorching heat.
He was the man I sometimes
See in the mirror.
He'd nothing but hate and contempt
For all the people,
Who are still in the chains
Of greed
While swimming in the sea
Of money,
Who pray when there is no more faith,
Who hunt when they are not hungry.
"I'm tired…"
I read it in his eyes.
"I'm so tired…
So world please let me go."
It was a monday morning
As fresh as grass growing up
And clouds going over
And butterflies coming down can make it…
The land did not move,
But moved.
The sea was not still,
Yet was still...
Sound mixed with sound,
Stillness with stillness…
And there was no tragedy...
They didn't die.
"They just went away.
They all just went away."
Everyone in the world was gone
And everything was starting over
Again.
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