1. |
Heatwave
02:46
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Lost and sweaty in this shithole
Fuck! It looks like a trap
I can't feel my feet, I can't feel my hands
I'm stumbling into the dark
My nose bleeding toxic waste
And toxic waste in my lungs
A bad excuse for a night gone bad
I can't speak in their tongues
Heatwave!
Here comes the heatwave
A white noise scratches my brain
And push me right back at the edge
Voices whirling all around me
And I can feel their burning breath
Lost and sweaty in this shithole
I must find a way out
Of this midnight summer nightmare
Before I melt to the ground
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2. |
Joyride
03:28
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The tires rip the concrete
We sail into the tide
There’s nothing that can stop us
All the lights are green tonight
Intercity wet dreams
Intergalactic ride
20/20 vision
Three sixty degrees wide
We‘re going out
It’s a joyride
Neon lights are hanging
From the corner of your eye
Dancing on the windscreen
We can’t lose tonight
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3. |
Beware
04:20
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They don’t hide in the shadows
They’re always flooded by light
They know what nobody else knows
And you know that they’re always right
The won’t stop at nothing
To feed their voracious greed
They always get what they wanted
But never get what they need
Beware of the idle hands
A sacrifice for the modern gods
To keep them satisfied
On holy grails the blood flows
Hallowed be your suicide
A sacrifice for the modern heroes
Offer your humble remains
All the weak hail the heroes
As they go burning down in flames
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4. |
Koakola
02:46
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There’s a beautiful white heaven that waits for me
At the end of the rainbow
And beautiful cheerleaders that wait for me
At the gates
Promoting last technology tranquilizers and reality shows
While alpha male marines spill the blood
Of the damned of this earth
Never mind mate, you know ketchup
Is thicker than blood
You know, ketchup is thicker than blood
I’ll have a Big Mac Combo with large fries and Coca Cola please
Conversations in postmodern restaurants in white minimal deco
And cheap jokes in the lobby
While hard working ministers taste the late molecular plates of fine gastronomy
While alpha male generals feed the cannons with the damned of this earth
Because champagne mate, Is thicker than blood
Stock exchange index flashes in their eyes
Making big big plans while they powder their noises in the restroom
The grass is greener on the golf club
Dress code casual chick
For the happy Swedays
And their going down to the golf club
Going down deep down to the golf club
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5. |
No Reflex
03:03
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Daylight crawls among the streets
The streets are filled with toash and piss
Cheap drugs under yellow lights
Reality barks, reality bites
She asked me where we should go next her vision stronger than the text
No eye contact, no reflex, a vision stronger than the text
Six o clock, sick again,
Flying pigs raid the air
The side effects melt down my dreams
My dreams projected on the screens
The screen have eyes that suck your hopes
Your hopes are tighten up your throats
Your throats swallow down the lies
Your lives are swallowed in front of your eyes
No eye contact, no reflex
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6. |
2022
03:11
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Good times, for bad decisions
Good times to let myself down
Like a madman out on a mission
I wear my frown, wear my frown
I check the mirror, my visions clearer
A million ways, to turn things round
They say the end is coming nearer
I’ll drink to that, lets drink to that!
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
In 2022
A little jiggle on my fingers
Gunpowder fills the air
Lets get drunk on the blood of the winners
You know action kills despair
The hourglass has been turned over
Quicksand is fallen through
It feels like a big hangover
This twenty fucking twenty two
The crystal ball transmits no signal
Your young dreams won’t come true
The fairy tales gave no sequel
In two thousand twenty two
Like a madman, out on a mission,
Im laughing like a torn up shoe
A party crusher with big ambition
Ill have another drink or two
Like a madman out on a mission
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7. |
Twilight Zone
02:52
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The clock is ticking on the wall
The seconds crash against the floor
Eyes glowing in the dark
Sense of time, just falls apart
Strange noises. Improvise,
Im standing still, unblinking eyes
The floor turns into a hole
This place no longer feels like home
Its a twilight zone
Strange noises from the hall
Shadows creeping up the wall
Blood freezing in my veins
Im bound hand and foot in chains
Strange noises, I’m standing steel
Nerves turning into still
Reality is no longer real
Cant find the static line
My brain no longer feels like mine
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8. |
Midnight Shift
04:33
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I’m walking down the tube station
An alien on pills
Theres something smelly in the air tonight
The kind of smell that kills
The last train to voodooland
The land of hopes and thrills
As the train squeals on the rail tracks
My brain goes over the hills
Cinderella on a mission
Im twisting on my seat
Ladies and gentlemen brace yourself
Were floating into shit
Anticipation is killing me
My pace is getting swift
Walking among the walking dead
Im heading for my midnight shift
I went to the doctor to gimmie some shit
The doctor said you need a recipe
I went to chemist, he said I know what you need
And now I just can’t wait for another,
Another midnight shift
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Notowns Athens, Greece
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