1. |
Noise Complaint
02:34
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Are you capable of living like me?
I doubt highly, it’s negatively.
See I strive for success in a visual way.
Testing waters through treacherous bays.
You and me are opposing ends of a spectrum
That divides humanity.
Lover of lust and you’re righteous for evil.
Can you be the one that guides the way?
There was one before. She was incapable to stay.
Giving up, giving in. Is a lifeless task.
When you’re sat there, beyond the chastity’s mask.
So, what’s the right way to succeed?
Obscurity, gluttony, freedom or greed?
Smoke, pills, powder or needles?
When you’re hiding behind the children’s steeple.
So, we are reality
And we enforce it.
We are the scum you pick up off the floor.
We are the rich and we’re also the poor.
We are the tangible.
We are the feeling
We are whatever you choose to achieve from nobility.
So what’s the right way to succeed?
Obscurity, gluttony, freedom or greed.
Smoke, pills powder or needles.
When you’re hiding behind inside of the children’s steeples.
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2. |
False Accusations
03:08
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I’m stuck in position. I’ve lost recognition.
I’m a hazard, hazard in my head.
I had my own home, a world of my own.
You’ve commandeered, commandeered my throne.
The chance when I’m away, you take but you stay.
Now I’m lonely, been tossed from my twirl.
You cannot just walk in. Remove what you have seen.
And leave. Leave me unknowing, but you
You blame it on me. You blame it on me.
Don’t let me stop you, don’t let me want to,
Don’t dare, surrender me a choice.
Don’t let me come down, don’t let me leave ground.
Don’t accuse me. Accuse me like a cause.
I seek recognition; it’s my own disposition,
Your chance. Chance to realise.
That I’m not your problem and I surely can’t solve them
When its something…
But you blame it on me. You blame it on me.
I’m not your problem and I surely can’t solve them
When it’s something, I didn’t create
So I will just lie here, indulge in my own sphere
And drain. Drain until I’m sane.
See, I’m not your problem and I surely can’t solve them
When it’s something, I didn’t create
So I will just lie here, indulge in my own sphere
And drain. Drain until I’m sane.
See I’m not your problem and I surely can’t solve them,
I’m not your problem and I surely can’t
I’m not your problem and I surely can’t solve them when it’s something
Why do you blame it on me?
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3. |
Burnt Out Fire
03:17
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Pyramids and prisms. Fill my mind.
Accompanied, by the cult child’s cry.
Senselessly scribble to try and find
Subconscious truth.
Frolic and fry, frolic and fry.
Misleading, not love.
Disrupted, not free.
The damsel’s dove is now strangling me.
Desiring, desire.
In burnt out fire.
Now I’m blunt, yet bleak
And it makes my limbs, limbs go weak.
Misleading, it’s not love.
Disrupted, you’re no longer free.
The damsels, damsels dove.
Is now strangling me.
Impurities strike, over my body.
I don’t know why and I sure as hell just don’t know how.
So tell me what, you’re going to do.
When it all comes down, smothering your mind.
Indulgent in time.
You’re going to channel out.
Channel out the old throne and channel out the unknown.
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4. |
Nature Boy
03:11
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If I were the soil and you were the sun.
We’d be sitting on the edge of misanthropy.
If you, were coming into a new light,
We’d be holding ourselves to uncertainty.
Strolling up to you are his wandering eyes.
His soul is linked to this absolute memory,
Clock time is ticking and to the surprise of,
A man struck down by his very own monotony.
Two hands are pulsing but we both stay still.
I’m the one, who’s begging, simply pleading for a thrill.
But I wait.
Strolling up to you are his,
Strolling up to you are his,
Strolling up to you are his wandering eyes.
You’re laying there your own demise.
Strolling up to you are his wandering eyes.
You’re laying there your own demise.
Strolling up to you are his wandering eyes
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5. |
Static
05:04
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Moving through still time, I am still mine
And we’re separated by only an opinion.
I am still mine and you’re just yours.
Though I can’t help but merely wonder.
How we made this and why it’s still here loathing in fear.
Meet miss interrupted time; she’s sour and oh so fine.
And now she’s sour and static sombre and still.
Little to live, so much time to kill.
Pursuing a charge at nothingness.
You better come once more my sweet caress.
It’s enough to make you say that we’ve got to stop doing this.
See some have seldom bliss and it’s through,
Lovers tainted kiss.
Why can’t I float down to the valley?
And remember myself.
It’s just a little misdirection that’s conveying your stealth.
Why can’t I float down to the valley?
And remember myself.
It’s just another imperfection that’s affecting my health.
And now he’s sour and static, sombre and still.
When you’re withering away and you’re haggard.
When your first sip is nearer to your last.
When you’re holding on, you’re just holding on.
When you do become just discharge
And accept we’re merely mess
So toxic, purely toxic, you’re damsel in distress.
You’re the damsel in distress.
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6. |
Shiver
04:43
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Shivers travel through my soul.
When I think about what I’ve done.
Is my mind, taking over my world.
Is my soul coming undone?
Is there blood on the bathroom floor?
Has my world become a hell?
Have I switched to the parallel?
Oh, my minds, playing games again
Oh, my minds, playing games again.
See, they dragged me down the stairs
Threw me in the back of a car.
Mouth screamed, minds unaware.
They’ve taken me further than far.
Is there blood on the bathroom floor?
Has my world become a hell?
Have I switched to the parallel?
It’s a sour city love.
With her long light lines
Look over there; it’s a dirty daft dove
With her sweet, sound swine’s.
With her curves called bliss, there’ll be a mind to miss.
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7. |
Dua Dara
03:12
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Can you see how you tempt me?
Can you feel it in the air?
I can see the scarring grip of you
I can sense your scarring stare
When the world brings me back to you,
I’ll be weightless, worn and torn.
When I travel through your faithful flesh
I’ll be struck down fierce and strong.
Can you see that I’m just longing?
Do you know that I’m barely here?
Can you see that each movement,
Compliments that scarring stare?
When you slowly walking up to me
And there are no others there.
I forget, just who I am,
Know not who when or where.
Can you feel me flex around you?
Or slither beneath your skin?
I can see the subtle sounds of you
They taint me from within.
When you’re told that I wont be there
Do you mind a sombre soul?
I can say I must deny mine
Though can’t quickly gain control.
Can you see that I’m just longing?
Do you know that I’m barely here?
Can you see that each movement,
Compliments that scarring stare?
When you slowly walking up to me
And there are no others there.
I forget, just who I am,
Know not who when or where.
When you’re slowly walking over,
I have prepared myself to care.
I’m indulged; by a vivid light
And my vision is now impaired.
If I use to have control
I’m no longer feeling this.
I’m limbless, lifeless,
Blatantly a bitch for your bliss.
I’m limbless, lifeless, a rancid rag doll.
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8. |
Natural Selection
03:44
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Nothing can separate her ear-to-ear grin.
Beaming eyes or dance floor highs.
Nothing’s as pronounced as her natural seduction
Mixed in a bowl with alluring domination.
Slam on the breaks it’s a path that ideal.
Slithering slime and conscious of crime.
Something in the way of her hesitant mind.
A distant desire, she’s struggling to find.
Reaching out to perpetual bliss.
Seamless strides, through tedious tides.
I’m in the centre of her natural persuasion
Caught off guard and now prone to abrasion.
X 2
Her cogent tongue pierces down upon destiny
And spirals into superficial transcripts
Of hatred and despite to those who’ve not been intrigued.
To those who’s purity embellishes their counterfeit dreams.
Supports angst, anger or fury.
Leaving just another soul vulnerable to me.
Vulnerable to a world of splendour
We’re vulnerable to a world of splendour
You’re vulnerable to a world of splendour.
Nothing can separate her ear-to-ear grin
Nothing can separate her ear-to-ear grin
Nothing is as pronounced as her natural seduction.
Her cogent tongue and her cogent lips
They’re piercing upon what?
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9. |
Kablammo
03:21
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Take me for a ride; take me for a trip
What are you going to do when you can’t get a grip?
Let go, let go, let go.
Let go, let go, let go.
Take me through the present take me through the past
What are you going to do when you can’t get a blast?
Let go, let go, let go.
Let go, let go, let go.
Just a little pour just a little spill.
What’re going to do when you can’t get a thrill?
You’re going to have to take me.
Take me through the present,
And you’ll have to take me through the past.
When you don’t know where you are going,
Tell me where, where will you find yourself?
When you don’t know where you are going,
Tell me where, where will you find yourself?
When you don’t know where you are going.
Where will you find yourself?
Well, you won’t.
You’re going to have to, let go.
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10. |
Johnny
03:32
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So the other day me and the boy’s.
You know Freddy, Mick, Jonno and Luke.
We were all hanging around Johnny’s house.
Having a few beers, smoking a few crack pipes.
You know, whatever people do.
Well, me and Johnny, couldn’t quite agree.
And I couldn’t quite relate to the sympathy.
That was, Hey Johnny.
Your girlfriend is shit.
Hey Johnny, your girlfriend is shit.
So Johnny didn’t like this opinion of mine now did he.
He suggested that me and him went outside
And participated in quite animalistic like behaviour.
You know, the two, when two people
Start grabbing each other quite vigorously.
And it’s very uncomfortable for all the citizens,
Within the vicinity, of the neighbourhood.
Well me and Johnny, couldn’t quite agree.
And I could not conform to the sympathy
That was, Hey Johnny.
Your girlfriend is shit.
Hey Johnny, your girlfriend is shit.
Little did they know, there were two boys and one girl.
Watching from the neighbouring window above.
We heard a little bit of a crash, little bit of a smash and well,
Johnny was nowhere to be seen.
So me, James and Lizz, we’re just sitting there
And we’re wondering, and we’re wondering,
Where did you go Johnny? Johnny where did you go?
Johnny your girlfriend is…
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11. |
None Of Us
02:34
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You could come another day, you could find a greater way to,
To pursue a longer hold, to take on a different role
See, there’s a stream of company,
And it’s this best, this subtlety
You move those luscious lips
And you move those bearing hips
So can I, can i?
Just have a, minute with you?
Can I just have, minute without you?
Can I just have a, minute with, you.
I’ll pour down the jug into you
I will rest in a crease of your hand.
There’s a look in your eye that’s alluring
But you’re in need of a stable man.
There’s a slither of you that’s sombre
It’s been pushed to the back of your head.
See the devils been trying to find you.
But he got hold of me instead, instead.
Can I just have a, minute with you?
Can I just have a, minute without you?
Can I just have a, minute with you?
He’s pushing me out to the unknowing.
And he’s paving a road for my path
And he’s holding onto me so softly,
Just giving light to his, securing grasp.
There’s a mirror in the eye, of the beholder
But neither him, nor you or I.
Neither him, nor you or I.
None of us are the one; none of us are the one, no,
Gonna have to let it go.
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12. |
Slave
03:59
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I see a small white boy, in a small white room.
It’s through the hole in the wall, he is flexed, he is tall.
His mind is stretched and his bodies far fetched.
He’s the person you crave; he is the sly and subtle slave.
I see a small white girl, in a small white room.
It’s through the hole in the wall; she is silent on the floor.
He her mind is mangled and her body is tangled.
She’s the one in need. Can you hear her honest plead?
She is the subtle slave.
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13. |
Coconut Sunset
04:54
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There was a goddess and a fool,
What she did was something cruel,
Now she’s lying in her, laced beds of despise.
When the issue starts of weak and the fool is yet to weep.
It’s only time until, reflections in her eyes.
So you stare, deep into the mind,
If only his was just half as kind
As the fool that’s drifted and unseen.
Disrupted and untouched.
Sleeping miles, you’re running weak.
Hunting hungry, pacing perilous peaks.
Sleeping miles, running weak, hunting hungry.
I can’t fall asleep at night I can’t rest my head.
Can’t rest my eyes.
Running down the tracks, in the moonlight.
She’s got that after-taste moonshine.
Kicking back, oasis home, my own, my throne.
Soft breeze between palm trees.
Baby, take away my water and give me back my memories.
What he’s found, what he’s seen.
What he ran from, what he dreamed.
Is now buried, in a pit of despise.
What he ran from, where he’s kept.
It is in a book, that’s he’s kept.
Holding onto, nothing more,
Than the epitome, epitome of lies.
Hold on, through this absolute debauchery.
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14. |
M.A.M.L
05:07
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There’s mania, gushing out from you.
And there’s hysteria, she is gushing out too.
Where marvelling? When you lost out?
She is tied in filth without a doubt.
So you’re travelling through hindsight
Trying to make things close to right, but
Mania has taken control and hysteria disrupted the role.
Taste, waste, devastate.
Incline, desperate swine.
Mix, muse, separate recluse.
Incline, desperate swine.
I guess mania has taken control.
And hysteria disrupted the role.
Where’s marvelling when you lost out?
So you’re travelling through hindsight
Trying to make things close to right, but
Mania has taken control and hysteria disrupted the role.
Taste, waste, devastate.
Mix, muse, secret recline.
Incline, desperate swine.
I guess mania has taken control.
And hysteria disrupted the role.
Where’s marvelling when you lost out?
So you’re travelling, but you’re never going to make it back there.
Travelling, through your hindsight, but you’re never going to make it back there.
You will never, make it back there.
Mania has taken control and hysteria disrupted the role.
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WE ARE HOON
Punk / Garage / Surf Rock / Metal.
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