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Tightrope
03:47
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You better run away from everything
Everyone you used to be
Before ghosts haunt your own back
Sinking in hypocrisy now your walls are shaking me
Common sense imposed ends up being mad
WHEN PEACE TALKS END IN ROW
PEACE TALKS END IN ROW
I'M TIGHTROPE AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'LL DO NOW
We're just a bunch of cowards
Waiting for something's gone
Dropping some coins and bombs
On other's lives
We reached your goal
We'll never come back home
WHEN PEACE TALKS END IN ROW
PEACE TALKS END IN ROW
I'M FALLING ASLEEP BUT NO ONE'S WATCHING
NO ONE FEELS MY BLOOD
I'LL TAKE MY ONE LAST BREATH
BUT WHEN I'LL DIE JUST LOOK ME IN THE EYES
What did you do to save the world today?
WHEN PEACE TALKS END IN ROW
PEACE TALKS END IN ROW
I'M FALLING ASLEEP BUT NO ONE'S WATCHING
NO ONE FEELS MY BLOOD
I'LL TAKE MY ONE LAST BREATH
BUT WHEN I'LL DIE JUST LOOK ME IN THE EYES
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Adiόs, ¡Pueblo Lavanda!
04:54
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The night just waits one thing,
it's exciting how she leads you
to sleepwalking through her walls.
I have drown my dreams inside my memories until they died,
now it's me against them all.
It's time for me to rise up to the clouds and watch my ego fall apart,
just like your words that I used to chase everything seems to be so far away,
but finally I'm gone.
And nightmares come to prove that I'm still alive.
Mark my words, they're taking over my world.
Pointing the finger over the atlas to feed my desire to escape,
but I can't even think about it, no matter what.
AND WATCH ME PERISH UNDER THE RUINS OF DISGUISE
EAT MY EGO AND BURY MY SOUL ALIVE
I PLEDGED ALLEGIANCE AND TOOK SOME CHANCES
COILING MY WOUNDS UP AND BURNING BRIDGES
WELCOME TO THE TOWN WHERE NO ONE’S SLEEPING
I’M LEAVING
Fill my lungs with expectations,
the ones that made me wish you were never born.
I'm still living tired in my dirty wreck,
then coped my gaunt guilts with my highest faith.
It's time for me to rise up to the clouds and watch my ego fall apart,
just like your words that I used to chase everything seems to be so far away,
but nightmares still come.
I dwell the meaning of my existence to details that cut me to death.
The cracks are now fading over my face as the souls that this time ate.
AND WATCH ME PERISH UNDER THE RUINS OF DISGUISE
EAT MY EGO AND BURY MY SOUL ALIVE
I PLEDGED ALLEGIANCE AND TOOK SOME CHANCES
COILING MY WOUNDS UP AND BURNING BRIDGES
WELCOME TO THE TOWN WHERE NO ONE’S SLEEPING
I CANNOT LEAVE
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Strong roots and weak bones are falling to the ground,
I found ourselves in photos of us around the town.
I always take a stand and never back down
but you gave up on me and this is where we are now.
We climbed a million stairs without reaching our goals,
everything we did so far now has come and gone.
We were travel friends and life companions ,
until we reached our bittersweet end.
You were the only thing I used to fight for.
And now I feel like I’m falling down,
I’ll whine my misery until my breakdown.
We scattered the cards around,
the hardest part is coming right now.
And now I feel like I’m falling down,
my pieces are now lying on the ground.
I held my breath until now,
I’ll shout our breakdown over and over again. Travel Friends & Life Companions
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4. |
City Of Inepts
03:23
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I do remember all the times that we spent,
so awkaward and nervous this is how I felt
and I’d break my bones just to see you again,
I’m twisting the knife with canes.
I’m slowly falling like the sand in an hourglass
and still fighting for something that I barely know.
Doubts and bouts of me against the heroes of this town,
it’s not about the place, it’s all about the people.
IT’S NOT THE SAME THING TO KEEP ON WASTING TIME ON YOUR SHIT
THAN FEELING LIKE THE FUCKING BLACK SHEEP
HOLDING MY ABSENCES UNTIL THEY GO OFF TO ASHES
AND TIME FADES AS MY HOPES
My city of inepts won’t last.
My city of inepts won’t last.
IT’S NOT THE SAME THING TO KEEP ON WASTING TIME ON YOUR SHIT
THAN FEELING LIKE THE FUCKING BLACK SHEEP
HOLDING MY ABSENCES UNTIL THEY GO OFF TO ASHES
AND TIME FADES AS MY HOPES
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Il Bel Paese
03:27
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I giochi nei cortili i graffiti per le strade
Sono il ritratto della gente che sta male
Nella monotonia siamo angeli ed eroi
Dai cortili alle piazze per i corridoi
Non è tardi
Per alzare la voce
Lo dicono tutti
Ma non se ne parla più
NEL PAESE IN CUI SONO NATO
I SOGNI DELLA GENTE FINISCONO ALLA CLASSE ABBIENTE
IL PENSIERO CHE ARRIVA DALLA STRADA
MI APPARTIENE COSA VUOI CHE ACCADA?
(NOI CONTRO TUTTI!)
Ci rimangono solo vecchie foto In bianco e nero
Per celebrare i vecchi tempi in cui tutto ciò era nostro
Abituati alla fine del nuovo progresso
Soffocati da gente a cui non dobbiamo niente
Non è tardi
Per alzare la voce
Lo dicono tutti
Ma non se ne parla più
NEL PAESE IN CUI SONO NATO
I SOGNI DELLA GENTE FINISCONO ALLA CLASSE ABBIENTE
IL PENSIERO CHE ARRIVA DALLA STRADA
MI APPARTIENE COSA VUOI CHE ACCADA?
(NOI CONTRO TUTTI!)
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6. |
Battle Cries
03:38
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My trophy room is empty
But I'm happy I cannot lie
We cut our teeth through the streets
And we had the time of our lives
But I shiver into the bones
I got my friends and I roam
You are not telling the truth
Like the posters on my walls
We worked our fingers to the bone
And hit the roof with anyone
HERE I FOUND MYSELF AGAIN I'M NOT ANYMORE THE ONE TO BLAME
SOMETIMES WE WATCH THE STARS AND I WONDER
WE KEEP ON RISE WITH BATTLE CRIES BUT WE FIGHT JUST TIME TO TIME
WE KEEP ON STRENGHTEN OUR BONES
The more we grow up the more we understand
Where our hearts stand they belong to our land
This is my home and I will not escape
I got my wolfpack and here is my fate
We worked our fingers to the bone
And hit the roof with anyone
HERE I FOUND MYSELF AGAIN I'M NOT ANYMORE THE ONE TO BLAME
SOMETIMES WE WATCH THE STARS AND I WONDER
WE KEEP ON RISE WITH BATTLE CRIES BUT WE FIGHT JUST TIME TO TIME
WE KEEP ON STRENGHTEN OUR BONES
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