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Morning always seems too stale to justify Lament blossoms, hours minutes of our lives Broken thoughts run through your empty mind At least a beaten dog knows how to lie I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety Endless hours in bed, no peace in this mind No one knows the hell where innocence dies Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone Blows away the safety only a sleeping pill knows I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety |
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| 2. |
| 3:34 |
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FROM DESPAIR TO WHERE
I write this alone on my bed I've poisoned every room in the house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for There's nothing nice in my head The adult world took it all away Wake up with same spit in my mouth Cannot tell if it is real or not I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where Outside open mouthed crowds Pass each other as if they're drugged Down pale corridors of routine Where life falls unatoned The weak kick like straw Till the world means less and less Words are never enough Just cheap tarnished glitter I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity A cripple walks in a straight line An imitation of dignity |
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| 3. |
| 4:13 |
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Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much I am a relic I am just a petrified cry Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir The applause nails down my silence La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to sigh, to a sigh I see liberals I am just a fashion accessory People send postcards And they all hope I'm feeling well I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy Where they patronise my misery La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh I sold my medal It paid a bill It sells at market stalls Parades Milan catwalks The sadness will never go Will never go away Baby it's here to stay La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh |
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| 4. |
| 4:09 |
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Your ritual everyday A mild shower soak in aftershave Best clothes do your best Look in the mirror go on Belittle yourself yourself yourself Belittle yourself yourself yourself You go on day after day Dreaming on a lie That you keep locked inside Of yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself Can you sleep tonight Cast aside for some pouting young pup Sink into a slurred veneer Alcoholic haze so now Least you can like yourself yourself Least you can like yourself yourself You go on day after day Reservoirs of guilt That your fixed grin always hides And yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself You look at ad's all day Everyone is perfect and you're so lame Free scent burns your skin But no smell can really cover sin Too many teenage holes to fill Too many teenage holes to fill You go on day after day Speak to your despised Blanking your loved ones And yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself |
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| 5. |
| 4:13 |
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Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man Everyday more numb to agony This the howl this the sigh of the lonely One day I realise oil on canvas Can never paint a petal so so delicate My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide A mile empty inside Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees |
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| 6. |
| 3:26 |
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Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my finger nails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a constant war Roses in the hospital There's no one to feel ashamed for All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital Stub cigarettes out on my arm Roses in the hospital Want to feel something of value Roses in the hospital Nothing really makes me happy Roses in the hospital Heroin is just too trendy All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital This century achieved so much Roses in the hospital To make a voice no voice at all Roses in the hospital Flowers cannot express the loss Roses in the hospital Torn reflections of burnt out trash Of burnt out trash Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever Forever Forever ever delayed Independence is a game Forever ever delayed Credibility, I'm yawning Forever Forever Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail Forever ever delayed Forever delayed Forever Forever Forever delayed The West scratches onto my skin Forever delayed Contagious like a suntan We never felt any sun |
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| 5:02 |
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Roses in the hospital Try to pull my finger nails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a constant war Roses in the hospital There's no one to feel ashamed for All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital Stub cigarettes out on my arm Roses in the hospital Want to feel something of value Roses in the hospital Nothing really makes me happy Roses in the hospital Heroin is just too trendy All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital This century achieved so much Roses in the hospital To make a voice no voice at all Roses in the hospital Flowers cannot express the loss Roses in the hospital Torn reflections of burnt out trash Of burnt out trash Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever Forever Forever ever delayed Independence is a game Forever ever delayed Credibility, I'm yawning Forever Forever Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail Forever ever delayed Forever delayed Forever Forever Forever delayed The West scratches onto my skin Forever delayed Contagious like a suntan We never felt any sun |
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| 8. |
| 4:14 |
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I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's alienation the anthem of care Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god They dig the new scene and their parties Where Stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity Vicarious thrills re-run their youth- We follow we have no voice the dead Radio nostalgia is radio death I wanna cover diamonds on my wife Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on c.d. Tranquillised icons for the sweet paralysed Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god So cool the new sound of the decade Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still All taste is nothing-old pictures blow dried Rebellion it always sells at a profit I am a face of fashion in Soho Square My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier My cheeks blood red as my favourite port But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Some god |
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| 3:30 |
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Stutter stutter says the little boy I wanna blow a hole in my head I swear what this world wants to hear Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome Stutter stutter silence no friend Children can be cruel she said So I smashed her in the fucking head Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette Stutter stutter nothing else but me I twitch and turn while underneath My contemporaries are so in control Fuck you fuck you I grunt and groan Stutter stutter can't keep it no more Children can be cruel she said So I smashed her in the fucking head Sorry dear it's the nature of Tourette Stutter stutter are your eyes closed You know a hole through which you can fall But I can't even be bothered to hang on When you're this numb news don't register I just opened my eyes |
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| 5:35 |
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Somebody told me to vote Conservative Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay Was I schooled without direction Gold against the soul Rock'n'roll has a conscience It supplies convenience Gold against Against the soul Against the soul Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E. Shareholding a piece of this fucking country Fossilize-make Yorkshire into a tourist resort And dream of new ways to humble the poor Gold against the soul White liberal hates slavery Needs Thai labour to clean his home Gold erodes Erodes the soul Erodes the soul A 1000 Marlboro deaths ignored everyday And who gives a shit about sexuality Gold against the soul Working class cliches start here Either cloth caps or smack victims Gold destroyed Destroyed the soul Destroyed the soul |
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