Dead sleep, flash of lightning in our heads
Out to sea, no way we're ever coming back
These are my last, last words
No one will ever read
Nameless stars fall down on me
Traffic builds, rush hour in my blood
Everyone's a phony, it's a bullshit game that I have lost
But I'm a lucky son, alive with bated breath
Tick box forty-one in a hunters cap
Hang me in the halls of obscurity
Behind the velvet ropes in a distant gallery
Save a place for me
When all is said and done
Dressed to kill for oblivion
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Will somehow managed to make it sound like the band was playing in an empty bar. Maybe that's what they were going for? (I wouldn't be surprised) luna_m
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The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
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