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L'appel Du Vide
02:09
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The hardest part is feeling sorry for the best I could, the best I’ve tried truly.
This is hardly enough for me.
Sometimes second chance is just a temptation you can’t stand.
I know i’ll never understand.
We’ve seen it all before, but made the decision,
now we both hurt, but answered every question.
I want to make you realise
that I am no one when you close your eyes.
The only way I’m feeling human is when you look at me and just stay silent.
Trying hard but not hard enough,
chasing something you already have.
This is our story, a story with an end.
You had me at first sight.
(If it hasn’t been for you)
You left me at the first trial.
(If it hasn’t been for you)
You couldnt make it more tight.
(If it hasn’t been for you)
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2. |
(Sounds Like) A Bad Joke
02:08
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I got home, I'm tired,
I’m full of anger, I couldn’t find myself today, it’s a vicious circle.
I’m running rounds without any plan,
but I promise I'll come back to you,
come back again, just wait, please wait.
'Till I got tired, then you can put off my fire, I've found a place where I feel safe.
The last time I've been there, I forgot to bring myself out of your heart.
Spit your curse inside me.
It feels like a different heart, since you let it in ashes fall apart.
Spit your curse inside me. Please leave! My life's bleeding.
Why would you hurt me more? Just turn the knife you stabbed before.
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3. |
What You Call Life
01:53
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I feel the pain in my head, in my chest.
It's time to wake up from this dead end, it's time to wake up from this empty shelter.
Something went wrong, something misses, searching those who are telling me what misses from me and what I need.
I don't take a rest, comfort is not my home.
I'm walking with my head down,
and I cannot hear the empty words, but I still see those empty fucking faces.
Many dead end unfold in front of me, this is what I still like.
Sometimes different, but usually same, I don't need a mouse's way.
I'm just a kid, who can't believe everything, and who walks alone in this bitter cold hole what you call life.
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4. |
Despair Of Abyss Edge
03:04
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We build our dreams and we hope the best:
A perfect picture, what reflects what's in us.
But it's dirty like our soul and 'against the wall'.
Waiting for our glance just to know what we are willing to.
We're making decisions and we never look back.
Holding the past just to be strong for tomorrow,
or ask ourselves a question, a question what chokes us.
Where's the right direction and what should I do,
what I decide is the right direction.
Not the liars.
Not the liars.
It’s my turn to balance the answer,
but they'll watch me in despair of abyss edge.
When I hopelessly try to hold on,
waiting for the hope that carries on his back on the right direction.
And finally climbing high, I see my dreams in despair deep,
but that does not distract me and I'm no longer climbing high.
The balance is bend, then break so all those liars will in despair.
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5. |
The Best Is Yet To Come
02:13
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My gullibility is not my weakness,
I'm standing alone behind a line that I've drawn.
Gazing the skies, I feel like I desire a place, where all of you belong there.
I’m sure in today, I don’t think of yesterday.
The past has gone and tomorrow hasn’t even come.
I walk the path, the path of the others
that is safe, that is walked.
I'd be glad to have a helping hand to hold and whispering into my ears:
The best is yet to come.
I was giving all the way through what I got back?
It's not enough to a mention, not enough to fuel my heart.
I’m standing with two feet
on the ground, but I feel like I’m floating.
I'm high, I should wear anchors, anchors to keep me pulled down and to make me realise that I was given helping hands, disguising as some friends.
The best is yet to come .
I know I won't stand alone behind the line.
The best is yet to come.
I don't need a path that’s been walked before.
I get why I started this.
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6. |
Lifetime
02:17
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Sometimes you just don't feel comfortable in your own skin.
You feel you have had enough,
you can't explain, but you don't even want to.
The worst part is when you give up planning, or thinking, or anything.
...And you're just drifting away,
running from the past,
the things you did, the people you hurt,
just don't want to face the things,
And then you wake up one day feeling empty, vulnerable,
but you just pull up your socks and go on.
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