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The Day Called X
05:22
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Your war, my aching heart is torn apart
It’s so out of control
Your words, the evidence, our new shared helplessness
It’s so out of control
My mind, your empty soul stuck in this, black-hole
It’s so out of control
Insane, to every word, hold on, absurd
This pain can’t last forever
No, we’re not condemned
This is not the end, this is not pretend
Oh, endure this, oh, endure this
Inevitable, more or less
This world does not want you
This fallen day will never define you
Your world, an empty core with nothing to live for
It’s so out of control
You have no worthy cause, on guard now all because
It’s so out of control
My mind can’t understand, too sick to comprehend,
It’s so out of control
Insane, to every word, hold on, absurd
This pain can’t last forever
No, we’re not condemned
In these days, these times, the suicides and insane minds
Will change our lives, we realise and move the tides
We’re not in decline, reassign to re-align
To survive mass regrets and the ill effects
They will all be shut down on this day called X
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Replicas
03:52
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There’s a replica on my back
A megalomaniac
A swansong, whore effigy
A lifelong forgery
Well, there’s a replica on my back
A troubled insomniac
I’m moving too fast to care
I know, I can’t take you there
Well, you can’t copy me
Where is your honesty?
It’s been this way for years
Where nothing is as it seems
Well now you can’t copy me
Erase your history
Things will not work out for you, too
There’s a replica on my back
A megalomaniac
A primitive counterfeit
A makeshift duplicate
There’s a replica on my back
A long-lost amnesiac
A regular, dead, has-been
I know, I can’t let you win
I cannot die, no-one is me
I cannot die, set yourself free
I cannot die, no-one is me
You cannot die, my carbon-copy
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Pioneers
03:30
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We are alone, we’ll die as amateurs, not pioneers
No-one is on our side
We’ve no control, we don’t fit your mould, ignored by everyone
Are we dead, are we alive?
No, we are not real-life
Redefine everyone
I tore through dark; to tear you apart
The hate of everyone leaves us nowhere left to hide
Controlling it all, creating obstacles and chemicals
We accept, now you deny
No, we are not real-life
Redefine everyone
No chance, no fear, watch us disappear
But in your world of choice/decay
A pioneer will lead the way
Out of here
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Antibiolotics
04:40
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Reverse future’s, time has stood still
Failure leader, absent, farewell
Sickness, weakness, days that can kill
Tighten funding, bodies, landfill
Answer a question; you’re here to kill our young?
Answer the question; it’s here for our first born
Islands sectioned, contain the ill
Over usage, control yourself
Spare the pretence you feed the fear
Ignored warnings, results severe
Answer a question; you're here to kill our young?
Answer the question, it's here for our first born.
Our negligence has led to this
The evidence shows how much we've missed
A pistol born from the transmittal
Upon the table in the hospital
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Cold War
04:38
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I can’t stand it, asymptomatic
I know the output, don't know the cause
I can’t stand it, asymptomatic
I fear the outlook, go back to how it was
The end is coming
We are nothing in cold war
I can’t stand it, asymptomatic
Take out the headline, extract the news
I can’t stand it, asymptomatic
You shoot your mouth off and light the fuse
Well, if this world’s in shatters
We’re heading backwards
There are no choices
Just give me something
We are nothing in cold war
What is not called for?
In your worthless war
The streets tonight
Filled with gunfire
Could I relate, not hate instead?
I can’t, I’m already dead
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Eras
05:53
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Through fire and rain
Yeah, my era will blow you away
It's never the same
Yeah, this era will blow us away
Through all we know and where we've been
My era is a killing machine
Through all we know and what we've seen
This era is a killing machine
This era' counting down the time to decide your fate
This era' showing signs that regret’s too late
Life’ gone, time-bombs
Life’ gone, time-bombs
Watch this world fall down and burn in flames
Come watch this world fall down and drown in waves
If we're beyond help, why don't you kill yourself and save the day?
We’ve no control anymore
Come watch us fade
We’re blinded to it all
Years pass by
We’re so fucking small
Watch us die
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Monolith
04:08
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Break away from how you live
Living in a Monolith
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Fatalism
05:00
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What does not kill you will just bleed you dry
It comes and goes but it never leaves your side
Check what you've got before you lose your mind
No, it's not set, yes tomorrow isn't defined
I don't want to die in here
You're so preoccupied, you're so insincere
Oh, well I had to hide, hide from the fear
Where you can’t deny, you can't interfere
Oh yeah, its tears me inside-out
Oh yeah, its tears me inside-out
Just got to accept the here and now
Just got to accept the here and now
Or your future here's in doubt
What does not kill you will just bleed you dry
You point your finger without ever seeing mine
Check what you've got before you lose your mind
Control yourself or you will be left behind
You kid yourself
Fatalism take a bow
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T.T.O.
04:02
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Out there on the pathway, on a weekday
Are the signs I can't ignore
In the places, in your faces
They have been there all along
While, in the meantime we are docile
There is nothing to offer
But our bodies for your stories
Everyone must now suffer
Take them out
But we don't know who they are
Take them out
But we don't know who they are
Can you show knife-play in their x-ray?
In this broken seminar
On a mission of destruction
We know you cannot be far
There ain't no answers, it can't change us
We'll be gone before they are
We'll be shot on the highway, living your doomsday
Up on the big screen with the stars
We are all to blame, we turn away
It’s so insane, now make them pay
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Zealots
03:08
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I’m never going to be your only advocator
I’m never gonna relate
I’m never going to communicate on levels like this
Lose your self-righteousness
I’m never gonna repeat
I’m never going to believe
Save your breath and search for something more
Zealots
There’s nothing left inside me, we just can’t agree so give up
Oh, zealots
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11. |
Year XI
04:54
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Well, that year it was my time
Well, that year it did define
All the things I've done, it has been and gone
Well, that year can't be again
Well, that year I can't forget
It can't be replayed, always yesterday
Well, that year I won't move on
Well, that year I've always thought
I can never find my own peace of mind
We’re losing time, the best time of our lives
Life passes by, never mind
I can't go back in time
Well, that year it can't be seen
Well, that year the death of me
Lost it by design, I was in my prime
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12. |
Disconnect
05:58
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My angers down, all thoughts have left my head
I wanted you to know they won't be coming back
It brings me to my knees, I'm coasting through the days
I have no guarantees and there is nothing left
It's been years now since I went through that stress
The damage has been done and I'm still torn to shreds
I'm doing all I can to repair the senses
I'm making many plans to get me through this
It's clouding over now I have to just accept
I'm stuck here anyhow, watch me disconnect
I'm wasting time, I have to get on-track
I need to feel alive, work through the setbacks
I'm doing all I can to repair the senses
I'm making many plans to get me through this
I’m still alive, nothing left now to despise
When is it gonna end?
Through my demise, suffocated by the stress
Through all your lies you’re not even second best
Come watch me disconnect
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Broken Links London, UK
Formed in 2008, playing a fusion of Goth-Electro, Post-Punk Prog Pop-Rock from the UK.
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