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The Unsung Victim
03:25
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Blindfolded against the wall,
nothing changed in the past decades,
but we’re chained to depressing dreams:
“to be awake is to be alive”.
Hundred miles away from home,
I don’t know how far this can go.
The burden is the same or greater,
but we need to end this nightmare.
This is the way we’re forced to live, to watch the world spinning in flames.
Our cigarettes are burning slowly,
the embers (are) falling for our rights.
Hundred miles away from home,
I don’t know how far this can go.
The burden is the same or greater,
but we need to end this nightmare.
Standing still / counting back / the preacher speaks / muzzle flash.
This alarm is to wake the fuck up, we are more than flesh and bones. You can tear down all our shelters, we will build up more and more. We are coded for survival, our beliefs are carved in stone.
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2. |
Skeleton Dance
02:54
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I wonder where empathy has gone,
why I became the one I was scared of?
In those days, in desperate needs your
empty words were blown by the wind.
We've been judged by what we've done
as we all looking for some answers,
Start to begging relief from ourselves,
when things are getting worse.
I can't hold you back,
if that's what you need.
I wish you'll understand it,
why this silent treatment hurts,
I feel I don't deserve this
as I'm getting rolled with the memory.
Skeleton dance in the twilight,
we fall into our nightmares,
a tight rope won’t be your guide,
a threadbare bone leads to contrite.
We live with what we have,
but yearn for something more,
you'd rather hang on a sure thing,
then try to cut the rope.
A nest can’t be safe when you’re out there,
This mess is choking me,
trapped in a shell, lost but beware,
a confession sets me free.
Can't hold you back if that's what you need,
Can't hold you back, just take all you need.
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3. |
Sleeping With Ghosts
03:45
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Longing for the light that was seen in the picture
Coloured with hopes and passion, not confessions
but the silence tore apart the whole canvas,
and it's only an empty frame -
that was left from us,
that was left from us.
Sitting with ghosts, ghosts who came to put burden on us,
Sleeping with ghosts, ghosts who are here to remind us.
They say, these days won't fade away,
as the sun sets cold and far between.
They say, these days won’t fade away,
as the sun sets cold and far between.
Shining bright!
Coming one chest, but the pressure lasts,
while the moments are passing,
and there's the heat what's just missing,
I guess.
Missing,
I guess.
Crippled in the heat,
The spark might come
from the evil
you won't speak.
As you see it deep,
like a black cat on the street
But you still have to cross,
as I'm still right here.
I'm still right here.
They say, these days won’t fade away,
as the sun sets cold and far between.
They say, these days won’t fade away,
as the sun sets cold and far between.
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4. |
Pale Grey Weight
03:21
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You might think that over time
our balance should’ve been earned,
but time and time again we find
our mistakes have returned.
Even if I've sworn repent
and promised, "I won't stay"
I find myself back here again
with the same old pale grey weight.
How many times must we become the ones
who knows where it ends?
How should we break this cycle?
...and so it goes, and so it goes,
it's the pressure, I suppose,
no matter where I start to roam,
it doesn't matter to me.
"It doesn't matter much to me" -
I keep telling that to myself,
I strengthen myself with distance
from the same old pale grey weight.
How many times must we become the ones
who knows where it ends?
How many times must we force ourselves
to say farewell to the past?
To defeat myself as my rival,
To become one with the pack,
To break this cycle,
to shape what the future lends.
Time measures nothing but itself.
It heals the past to wound what the future repels.
Time measures nothing but itself.
It heals the past to wound what the future repels.
Time measures nothing but itself.
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5. |
Copper and Rust
04:49
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Enough with this nonsense,
We’re not here for scenery -
Copper and rust,
Shine and fear us!
We can’t be more divided
By furious speeches
And passing lights
We can’t sit next to those
who blames a phantom
through blinding ties
You took our colours,
you took our faith,
But you can’t take
what you handle with hate.
We can’t feel more frustrated
By ignorance
And empty smiles
We’re deaf by all the lies
They told to us
While they fed their lives.
We are the pressure,
the promise of youth,
An opposition
you just can’t get through.
We’re not here for applause,
not here for scenery -
Copper and rust,
Shine and fear us!
Shine and fear us!
Let’s burn these candles,
And prepare for the end,
when the curtain drops,
and smoke fills the air.
It’s a reminder
On what we have lost,
Sending this signal
To the ones we can trust.
Sharing the same thoughts,
Same ache, same pain,
Our suffer is common,
And so as our fate.
Therefore we can’t mourn -
Retreat and heal,
The tyranny should fail,
And time won’t stand still.
Time won’t stand still.
Time won’t stand still.
Time won’t stand still.
Time won’t stand still.
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6. |
The Dividing Line
03:14
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Lurking in the shadows,
while the light shines on those ones,
who keeps us in our cave,
blinded by their gods.
Hollow footsteps mark my path,
can't trust those who "made it" -
Rather hit on ignorance,
deep-rooted in our spirit.
When you take their hammer,
they'll become your nails.
If you bow to their hand,
the whole movement fails.
Embers and reflections,
a cause to leave this place,
we all deserve more than these walls,
to live outside our fears.
We stand for the unversed,
it's the point of no return,
(I'll) leave my burdens down there,
this void won't let them burn.
When you take their hammer,
they'll become your nails.
If you bow to their hand,
the whole movement fails.
Will these walls once crumble,
or should we dig a hole?
- as long as we die trying,
they can't earn full control.
I can't embrace this vision
without a lack of faith.
The values we believe in
should define our saving grace.
Fake smiles fade wherever I roam -
so skip the prayer, cast the stone.
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7. |
History Prevails
02:59
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Should I face the eagle that haunts me in my dream?
It's late night,
and I can't sleep.
There's a lot going on my mind,
I yearn, I learn, I probe.
Waving flags without a true heartbeat,
placing wreaths next to the concrete,
(while) suffer and pain formed a statue,
history books prevail on the untrue.
It's a long ride and I won't stop -
There's still so much things to tell
Passing the torch without a doubt
on silence and empty streets.
Forgiveness can't become an option,
all my worries would lead me astray.
A statue can't shape my sole bequest
a clandestine gesture won't be missed
Flags can't shape our sole bequest
We must speak up for the oppressed!
I try my best
but the past can't hold me down.
Waving flags without a true heartbeat,
placing wreaths next to the concrete,
(while) suffer and pain formed a statue,
history books prevail on the untrue.
It's a long ride and I won't stop -
There's still so much things to tell
Passing the torch without a doubt
on silence and empty streets.
Forgiveness can't become an option,
all my worries would lead me astray.
I try my best
but the past can't hold me down.
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8. |
The Fall of Common Sense
03:37
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See the shining in my eyes,
it reflects the moon.
I’ve been sacrificed the light
to heal my wounds.
Summoning spirits by my relics
they’ll recover my soul.
A broken mirror can’t reflect,
how fragile am I in this void?
In that strife I have lost the light
I need to make sacrifices to recover myself.
In that strife I have lost the light
I can’t let this obscurity take over my life.
With the voice of angry thunder
I face my doom
This pressure squeezes my chest,
creeps into my thoughts.
My cold heart has stories to tell,
but I stitched my mouth.
I spent a lifetime in this hole
to feel myself human after all.
To beat my rival and feel safe in my shell,
I’ll turn against my world to protect me from my own hell.
Break out and leave the dusk behind.
To beat my rival and feel safe in my shell,
I’ll turn against my world to protect me from my own hell.
In that strife I have lost the light
I need to make sacrifices to recover myself.
In that strife I have lost the light
I can’t let this insecurity take over my life.
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9. |
Our Father, Premonition
04:29
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How much can a broken man take,
swinged away by a low tide in the stream?
Mesmerized by the bottom to leave,
too close to be swallowed by the deep.
"Sorrow makes us all children again." -
as (the) lack of compassion wants to remain,
nostalgia just offers a spade and a chain.
The whole world is painted in black -
the record skips to remind you all you had,
where scratches mark the surface,
just follow the noise of the purpose.
What needs to happen to break a man,
who feels an urge in the stains of his hands?
Premonition raised us in the room of upheaval,
But when we stick as a pack they treat us half-equal.
Silence and doubts are the worst to advise,
let the weak and the dumb seek for their demise,
Searching for answers, accepting lies.
The more they swallow the less they care,
(while) these cities were built on our elders' despair,
these buildings and bullet holes became our altair,
but prayers will not help us,
and the mass just feeds our flame.
What needs to happen to stick together in times like these,
to set an alarm that rings for the sacrificial sheep?
How many times must we become the ones
Will we gather to break this cycle?
Or our father, premonition becomes our rival?
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10. |
Az adás megszakad
02:54
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Üres híd, néma éjszaka
én mindig a kis dolgokkal kezdem
zsebemben felesleges dolgok
így lettem ura a semminek.
Üres híd, néma éjszaka -
A rádióból újabb jelet várok.
Egy perc pánik, egy perc csend,
ki lenn volt, soha nem lesz fenn.
Benntartom, kiengedem
Benntartom, kiengedem megint
Ahogy összeomlik a rendszer,
úgy esünk szét vele együtt.
Hová megy végül az ember,
miután (már) semmi szükség rá?
Monoton telnek az évek
a rohamok közti sávban,
addig nő az indulat,
hogy aztán az adás megszakad.
És amíg nem tűnök el,
amíg kering a vér,
addig van rá esély,
hogy valahogy más legyen.
Ahogy összeomlik a rendszer
úgy esünk szét vele együtt
hová megy végül az ember
miután (már) semmi szükség rá?
Darabokra szétesnek,
aztán összeállnak a képek,
jelentések nélkül,
miután minden újraépül.
Benntartom, kiengedem megint,
Benntartom, kiengedem megint.
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Getting rid of frustrations as a pack since 2013. Melodic hardcore/punk from Budapest.
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