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Wrath
01:35
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Oh well, another goddamn night. I'm not gonna sleep a second. I guess I'm too experienced; not sure if it is you or me who's tired.
I just wanna be left alone. I don't even wanna know who's to blame. Is it you or me today? Who's to blame? Is it you or me?
I don't wanna take a deep breath. I don't wanna take a step back. I don't wanna understand one more point of view.
Maybe I should just keep this to myself. It wouldn't be the first time. But tonight I shout back in your face, won't feed cancer.
Every word you ever said, every word I didn't say, every word lost in the air, bitten tongue, bitter mouth. No sleep tonight.
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Bruxism
01:39
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Don't talk to me, Leave me alone, don't say a word to me. Save your breath, I've heard it all, I have been through this, I have seen it all. Is it up to date? Work in progress, Estimate, What's the status? Investigate, Escalate.The screenlight carves my eyes out, Echoing in my head, All thoughts half-dead, Banging my head against the wall.
Grinding my teeth again at 3 AM, Grinding my teeth, my heart goes offbeat.
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Vortex
01:41
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10, it's 10 AM, Having cold feet, It brings me down, I can't get out, I can't get out, It brings me down, I'm going round and round. I can't get out, I can't get out, It pulls me back, I can't get out, It holds me back, I'm going round and round, I can't get out, Just going round and round, Round and round, I can't get out. It's 8th of May, the sun is shining, my heart is dying. At 2 PM, my phone was ringing, You wanted to talk, but I was hiding. At 4 PM, you got two tickets, You got those tickets, Your voice was full of sorrow, it was sorrow. I asked why you don't want to go, Have you fought?
But you said no, You felt it already, but it's not yet known, That there is only one day to go
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Vacuum
00:51
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There is no air to breathe in, the walls are getting closer, There is no air to breathe in, the walls are getting higher. You steal the words from my mouth
To guard your damn, your goddamn walls Accusing me by your beliefs
Why don't we trust in talks? Oh my best self, where the fuck are you now?
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Zipcode N/A
01:05
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Wet pavement, cold night, the smoke is stinging my eyes. I'm walking with hands in pocket, with all the mess in my head. My shadow is my company, at the moment I need nobody.There's no guidemark I can see; it becomes my fate, it grows on me. Being displaced, self-exile,there is something so far I have refused to recognize. Anxiety, no hope, losing scope became my "fear of heights." I guess I need to live with it. One shot won't hurt; it can't get worse. Just one more, it is not yet a curse. Just one more, it can't get worse. Just one more, it is not yet a curse. Just one more, just one more,
just one more, just the last more. Just one more, just one more, just one more, just the last more.
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