1. |
Self-destructing
04:11
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high heeled girls are finally hitting the dancefloor
taking pictures like they were never around
and i’m kinda desperate so i’m deep in the game now
fooling around like i’m fifteen again
but it’s hard to pretend when you don’t really care
and you can barely feel any touch
and it seems that i’m in it but i’ll never be sure
and it seems that i’m in it but i’ve never been more into
(self-destructing)
full of shit
give me a little break and i’ll
find the way to cut it out for you
beasty boys are shouting something confusing
smashing the glass on every table they see
and i’m feeling tired of the justifications
they seem to make for every mistake they made
but it’s hard not to notice that their ways are kinda obvious
and not even I would try to make them stop
and soon i find myself part of this team
and it seems that i’m in it just to make them scream
(self-destructing)
my kind of things
give me a little break and i’ll
find the way to put it right for you
some old people are getting drunk in a bar
saying things like they’ve just talked with the god
and i try not to listen cause i’ve heard it before
again and again in almost every other place
but it’s hard to pretend that i don’t like their voices
so worn out and so daft and so dumb
and i see that it’s just what i might become
and i see that it’s just what i am if i keep on
(self-destructing)
same old bit
give me a little break or i’ll get very old and very bored alone
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2. |
Isles of Da Da Da
03:12
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losing the grip on things
losing the sense it seems
i wanna skip all the boring days
i’ll rather jump straight into isles of da da da da da
da da da da da
spending my days alone
don’t try to visit me in my home
i want to waste inexpensive time
alone
in the isles of da da da da da
da da da da da
saint paul saint paul saint paul
fell from the horses back
never got no better
says the mother:
„child is just a part of me that walked away”
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3. |
In Love (With Myself)
04:00
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she plants a kiss on my forehead
cause she knows i mean what i say
she left her shirt on my window
cause she likes to think i’m in love with her
but i’m not
i’m in love with myself
and i don’t really care.
but i’m not
i’m in love with myself
and i’m not gonna change.
she placed her hair on my pillow
she wants it to work like a spell
left me a drop of her perfume
cause she likes to thing i’m concerned
but i’m not
i’m in love with myself
and i don’t really care.
but i’m not
i’m in love with myself
and i’m not gonna change
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4. |
I'm Special
04:03
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i had to let you go
but - fuck me - i know
that neverending show
like no one else before
cause i’m special
and i know the wicked ways
you and your kind have left behind
the secrets long forgotten
cause i’m special
so why don’t you let me be
you never had just what it takes
to best the one like me
i had to realize
this shit had place and time
and doesn’t say a thing about
the way we live inside
our countries
and the world is spinning fast
and just because you know the codes
it doesn’t mean you’ll last
but i’m special
and i’m not afraid
i’ll play my part and leave the chart
through multiversal gate
cause i’m special
you will rise again and again
after a series of rests
gray as a concrete wall
strong as an urban solitude
thin as a shadow obelisk
dry as a london gin
with your eyebrows shaved
you will rise again and again
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5. |
Delusional
03:35
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robert, may i know a thing or two
about the things you do?
but i can’t
or may i ask about the thing you say you cannot
live without?
there’s nothing to know about
i close this thought inside a box
that no-one has a key to
i’ll bear this burden by myself
on my own, without you
i throw up my hands
i’m giving this up
i throw up my hands
i’m giving you up
my childhood friend is delusional
my childhood friend is delusional
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6. |
Love You Big Time
02:11
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you’ve got to tear it apart
turn it upside down
scratch it and twist it and turn it
smack it unpack it and burn it
you need to get it right get it right get it right
you need to hold onto a thought
i love you big time
love you big time
you’ve got to tear it apart
turn it upside down
scratch it and twist it and turn it
smack it unpack it and burn it
get over it and smile again
you need to smile again
you need to get it right get it right get it right
you need to hold onto a fact
i love you big time
love you big time
you’ve got to turn it around
turn it inside out
catch it and form it and fix it
spin it and bounce it and mix it
you need to get it right get it right get it right
you need to hold on to a thought
i love you big time
love you big time
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7. |
Telepath
03:50
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what i call my mind
is just an ashtray for some people
oh is that right or is that not
you’re striking me with all you’ve got
but you’re underrating me
what i call my kind
is just a bunch of uninspiring people
oh is that right or is that not
you place your hand on my weak spot
you’re overwhelming me
what i call my mind
is just a sticky note for you
oh is that right or is that not
you’ve cancelled sunday I forgot
you’re overwriting me
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8. |
Pay The Piper
03:38
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i left my tree behind to work
inside a factory of schemes
and if it matters for you
it’s not quite what it seems
i live a thousand lifes a week
and spread opinions everywhere
if it makes a change stay quiet
clap hands if you don’t care
and pay the piper
for the sins
that he tried
on your behalf
pay the piper
for the risk
that he took
just to show you how it tastes
i miss what i have left behind
feels like i’m stuck in silver age
if you won’t send more money
i’ll never leave the stage
so pay the piper
for the sins
that he tried
on your behalf
pay the piper
for the risk
that he took
just to show you how it tastes
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9. |
Unknown Offender
03:13
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god save her
cause if i were to help her
i know yes i know you would end it soon
i know yes i know you would cast your spells
unknown offender
imposter-entertainer
i know yes i know who’s behind it all
i know yes i know who’s behind it all
believe me
i cannot protect her
but i won’t reject her
as much as i respect her
if i tried if i tried you would hold me back
i know yes i know you would hold me back
uknown offender
imposter-entertainer
i know yes i know who’s behind it all
i know yes i know who’s behind it all
it’s you you you you you you you you
it’s you you you you you
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10. |
Reality Show
03:32
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we are dummies
living in a town where people never read the signs
our chests are empty
we’re breaking the lines
for just a second before we fall apart
we are matches
stuck inside the box in dozens looking just the same
our brains are roastin’
we are the flame
for a little while before we die
we are killers
pressing down and changing shapes of grapes
our bones are breaking
we are the sacred stones
for a while before we’re sinking deep
we are the graduates
taking grants for changing and for staying just the same
our pictures hanging
inside a hall of fame for a little while
before they forget us
(and it does happen)
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