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Iron & Oil
03:26
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I come from the town
where all hope is gone
where sad eyes were glancing at the shore
My mind is abroad
but my feet on the ground
And I just came looking for more
Hold my hand
Show me the end
And lay me down, burning to shine
Future was betrothed
but the engines stopped
Thousand faces waiting at the door
I yelled to the air
our past couldn't ever be compared
I cried out for chances but they all were untrue
and there's nothing left to do
I breathed out the dust
of bitter defeats
Stranded with nothing to keep
Sweat days are gone
It's time to behold
filled up with misgiven thoughts
I yelled to the air
our past couldn't ever be compared
I cried out for chances but they all were untrue
And there's nothing left to do
Our moment is now
Dreaming with caution somehow
Companies keep up slow burning through
So there's still something to do
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2. |
After the Apple
05:41
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Blessed by a dogma
but cursed by the same ancient rites
After the apple
Your womb is gonna hurt deep inside
Walked through the shadows
suffering time after time
You've been crushed to powder
by a misunderstood manliness
Now that you've got a thousand reasons for a revenge
You love tenderly the one by your side
You only try to play this silly game peer to peer
You deserved the diamonds
but you've always been paid with coal
Fondling your purity
but not overwhelming your world
The most precious jewels
You gave us the magic of life
Let me be your buttress
It's time to walk in stomping grounds
Now that you've got a thousand reasons for a revenge
You love tenderly the one by your side
You only try to play this silly game peer to peer
So let the shadows go
for an instant of a smile
I don't want to see your faces
with sadness in your eyes
We've been wrong for far too long
The snake ruled for the both of us
So it's time to share the load
and start to apologize.
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Torching my head with the dope
Driven by instincts evolved
This city of crap and its inherent vice
And my soul starts feeling too tired
Hushes the spirit with cash
But I don't know if this can be bad
All of your actions will be payable on death
When you borrow yourself a second chance
God bless me and take me home
Carry your problems inside
To the point of denying your pride
Followed by greedy and inner defeats
Face the deal that no one wants to keep
Eager to be lost and found
Like a throb that rushes to the ground
Smell the decay of these plundered streets
Like a fang that tears up your will
God bless me and take me home
I promise to end this complain
Cause this anger was swallowed in vain
Nest full of vipers and eyes full of tears
The moment of payment is near
God bless me and take me home
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4. |
Elbow Grease
05:26
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On a tangled road started the vision
Drove against the dirt beneath his feet
He never swept out his condition
He just kept it aimed towards his dreams
Filled a dusty sack with all his feelings
Fueled the tank with dimes and elbow grease
He never felt as if they wondered, what's the nature of the game of this untrue disease?
A trembling hand among the shadows
Steel strings that cut up your will
You cannot know how is being living
Carved on the greed
But suited by fears
And hooked on a dream
Sentimental breakout on his passion
Cans of beer and just junk food to eat
Hitchhiking everyday and blaming
Which is the life I chose to live?
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Pale runs
Body in mind
One of a kind
In the winter breeze
Long road
Beside the creek
Tightening his arms
Made to succeed
All this pain was gained with sense
Nothing he pretends, but sloth is always here
Daily fight against his will
Goddamn fucking reel that twines him until his fail
Determined
On what he pursues
He has to be sure
Of what he has to do
Why some
don't have to strive
to get what they want?
An unfair betrayal
All this pain was gained with sense
Nothing he pretends, but sloth is always here
Daily fight against his will
Goddamn fucking reel that twines him until his fail
Heart chokes beating
He has to raise his fist
facing enemies' wishlist
Putting him back to the ground
The wheel starts to spin
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6. |
It's 6 a.m. somewhere
04:50
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My body is in his tight
My blood just feels the same
Begins another day to mend
The daily boring road
The news just blurred the day
More human beings like me stand
God only knows your name
And wrecks your dreams again
My diet of coffee and fags
Will have to end someday
Mouths opened to receive what's lent
Few bucks must be enough
to pay my daily break
Your family is at home reflect
I used to try to fix what grinds my chest
I cannot lie this shadows overwhelm
My body drowns to feel that nothing's left
Shining a light, sheets are sweating again it's 6 a.m.
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You first climbed up the pedestal, last man standing on a black balloon.
Faced to the corridor you've put away the stairs right up to the moon.
All trails built to hesitate of what's becoming absolutely cruel.
Self-confident night vagabonds, wrapped the tight coat of throes that you wove.
Sometimes the devil is without us but sometimes the rules get hard.
Bowed to the leaders of the thieves, we owe our lifes for now.
Your ball wrecked all and I've seen them go like lambs with empty pockets and wounded prides.
Struck in the base of consciousness, we broke the rules that bound us to the strife.
Now the time has come we've lost it all that it's enough to find ourselves undone.
You bastards are going to pay for every moment you betrayed the working class you've dethroned.
Sometimes the devil is without us but sometimes the rules get hard.
Bowed to the leaders of the thieves, we owe our lifes for now.
The beginning of the end. I swear you're going to fear us
Now it's time to break our chains, there's nothing in between us
The beginning of the end. My oath is firm and clear
One by one you're gonna fall. Our liberty is near.
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I can only have eyes for tou babe
Your movement is superb and delicate as a feline
And your words fighting unruly against my will
Everynight
And I wonder if you would come
You never know, what's the deadline for a present of the chance?
You never know like begginers, Which part to show of you?
You never know avid hostage, if you were there to be free
But I can only have wish for you babe
Your skin seems appropriate to calm my nerves
As I whisper, your name is like a shadow on my bed
Everynight
Down my sheets you feel ashamed
You never know, what's the deadline to forget the juice we shared?
You never know like begginers, Which part to show of you?
You never know avid hostage, if you were there to be free
Hopefully be my sorrow
Let me climb your tears tonight
Fulfill my dreams tomorrow
And we'll die in a warm embrace of love
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Look at the cross down here below. I beg to differ.
Spinning in circles, I forgot the reasons.
I grew up with certain kind of sense to smell false prophets.
An odd behaviour to avoid their morals.
How long is this hoax going to last?
Recall the nature on its wildness.
Behold the filth of their glory.
Same old story again.
A fundamental way of escape for all the feeble.
Bereft of all the power of decision.
Hands of the slaves to build the dwellings of real sinners.
Back to the time when men could rule their living.
How long is this hoax going to last?
Recall the nature on its wildness.
Behold the filth of their glory.
Same old story again.
Awaken now, I 've been looking for troubles. I don't regret the quest
I've become the delirium of those who claim to be pure.
Awaken now, I 've been looking for troubles. I don't regret the quest
I've become the delirium of those who claim to be pure.
How long is this hoax going to last?
Recall the nature on its wildness.
Behold the filth of their glory.
Same old story again.
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10. |
The Flytyer
06:52
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Born in the stones between waters
With the scent of the grass, a place unique
Grew up sliding down the rivers
With a rod in your hand and a catch to dream with
Do you still remember the longest hot summers?
That hunger for freedom, and the feeling of relief
Returned to stone to discover
How to make other people to live without fears
My torch between the alleys
My reason to believe
My stories all day long
My shelter in this world of greed
My comfort in pure sorrow
My enemies' enemy
The flytyer is coming. He's just the one I need.
You gave me the magic of detail
The taste for the craft work. A wisdom to keep
An infinite melody of memories
With the talent of wise men. I learned what I'd be
Your spools and feathers are still waiting
I know nobody knows what kind of pride I feel.
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