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grasaton XIII
00:58
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dau
03:57
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You're lost and exhausted
Don't know what to do
Cut out the dead meat
Leave some in too
That's what to do on a day like today
When everyone tells you that nothing can change
And all you can see is this featureless grey
I'm lost and forgetful
So nothing gets done
And nobody sees it
They say I'm strong
But how many times have I finished this song?
And how many times does it need to be said?
Confused and delinquent
My friends think I'm dead
I don't want to be hidden
I just know how to hide
So many apologies
But it's still the same
There truly is nothing to see here
Why would you change a thing?
That's how you'd like it to be
A world with no place for a creature like me
Tell me now, what do you see?
Your prophecy may not be wrong
Perhaps we die by our own hands
But at least for today we'll be better
Than I could have been on my own
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To have that kind of dependency
On just one single thing
Is the way we told you once
That you would have to be
You may think it unlikely
But then what if you are wrong?
But oh, such a little tube, such a little tube
I was standing in my kitchen yesterday
Thinking of the way I see
You may not see the difference
But trust me I need all that green
It's not really much of a superpower
But I'll take what I can get
And oh, that's the way I see, that's the way I see
There's one thing I have that you don't
And that's this old thing called the truth
It's taken a beating in recent years
But there's always that dog on your heels
And how does it feel to know
That if pushed I will fall, and if I fell I would hit the ground?
Oh, you just wait and see, you just wait and see
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Surround yourself with calming noise
Whether audio or visual
Nothing can change if it's loud enough
A flag on the wall could do it
That's a culture of survival
A culture for revival
Surround yourself with maps and trinkets
Colonial statuettes
Everything changes, louder now
Take it as a spear in your eye
But it's not always about you
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There's a man round at the office
He's pulling on the grapevine
He only listens to the loudest voices
A puppet in a suit and a prison
There's a man under all that armour
And to be honest you can see the cracks
As he strains to lift it over him
You'd almost start to feel bad for him
Until you realise that would be treasonous
A dummy for a hidden ventriloquist
When his lips move, who is it speaking?
When they come knocking down your door, well
What are you going to do, man?
They'll take you home
They'll bag you up
It's only an act of war
But you don't fight back
You can't say no
You can't say
In the free world
How could this happen?
In the free world
Anything goes
Do you want the same as I want?
Well, I know how not to get there
If you keep on shouting ``freedom!''
You will forget what it means to be free
The queen is dead
Long live the king
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Don't worry
If they say that it all will be fine
Don't worry
You see they don't know what time it is
Don't worry
After all there's not much can be done
Don't worry
At least you won't live to see your children
Work away at your millstone job
Get rich on the double
You're so much better than the rest of the world
Don't you see what you could become
Or hide away in a stolen vehicle
Live your life off the grid
You're so much faster than the rest of the world
I know how far you can run
There's more to life than yourself
Empty dichotomy
Try to care about some other humans
But what can they do for you
You might be better off
Down with the pigs and the slop
You do not see the truth
But in your own little world
You give out your tacky pamphlets
You promise us salvation
But you're pushing us over the edge
Leviĝu!
Ko cuxna lo nunji'e!
You tear a life down with words
Empty conspiracy
Well who am I?
That is the question
You do not need the truth
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We've lived in history
For one million years
And you say
Why can't it continue
Well look now
A change is on the way
There's too many forces
That push in one direction
Too many roads
That all lead to Rome
But history will be undisturbed
The world will still turn when we're gone
And who knows
Maybe you're right
Let's just wait and see what happens
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randka
04:52
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If you had lived upon the rock
It wouldn't have taken that much longer
Anyway
You will grow up into a lady
Then there won't be much more time
So why don't we go to town?
There's a hundred miniature houses
All gathered on the shoreline
They can't have been here last year
Money wasn't thrown around back then
They won't be here next year
When the sand has all washed away downstream
So if we only have an hour
We'll do nobody proud
You look at me as if to say "Only you can remember"
Well, I don't remember that
And if the world comes crashing to the ground
Turn it down
See what you've found
As the good book says
Now is not the time
To wash away your bad thoughts in a puddle of blood
But put them to one side
Let's go for a drive
There's two little birds
They're fighting in the street now
Spreading those feathers around
But what can you do?
Nothing can last forever
It goes until it stops
And when the sky is falling softly down
Burn it to the ground
Go another round
If you had lived upon the rock
It wouldn't have taken that much longer
Anyway
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Непосещаемый.
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jamais vu
07:29
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