1. |
Rightsayers
04:51
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RIGHTSAYERS
Walked into a bar called the lucky star
Not a single friendly face. One nation one race
You're a loser and I am scared, don't like it how you stare
At me and my friends, makes my hair stand on end
you are too devoted Your mind is colour-coded
You're drawn to the right , but you're wrong
your opinions are too loaded Your politics corroded
Why can't we all just get along
Why do you hate me? Why don't you like me? Why won't you get me? Can't you let me be?
Why do you hate me? Why do you hurt me? Why won't you get me? Can't you let me be?
You're rabid!!
something in your eyes, your ugly smile of lies
I think we should get going, hostility is growing
you are too devoted Your mind is colour-coded
You're drawn to the right , but you're wrong
your opinions are too loaded Your politics corroded
Why can't we all just get along
Why do you hate me? Why don't you like me? Why won't you get me? Can't you let me be?
Why do you hate me? Why do you hurt me? Why won't you get me? Can't you let me be?
You're rabid!!
Now I'm having nightmares of you and your kind
That you would come knocking On this door of mine
And everything is violence In my worried head
Oh how you want to kill me and you want me dead
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2. |
Soul Sucking Void
02:51
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soul sucking void
Verse 1:
I scroll through my feed, it's an endless well
Of empty affirmations and stories to sell
I'm addicted to the likes, the hearts, and the shares
But my soul's getting sucked into this void of despair
Pre-Chorus:
I'm drowning in the noise, I'm searching for some truth,
in this echo chamber of my own design
I'm losing myself, one pixel at a time
Chorus:
Social media, soul-sucking void
Of hollow affirmations,
Social media, soul-sucking void
Of empty comformations,
Verse 2:
I present a curated version of myself
To the world, on the screens, on the shelves
But who am I, behind the filters and the lights?
Am I just a collection of followers and likes
Pre-Chorus:
I'm drowning in the noise,
I'm searching for some truth,
in this echo chamber of my own design
I'm losing myself, one pixel at a time
Chorus:
Social media, soul-sucking void
Of hollow affirmations,
Social media, soul-sucking void
Of empty comformations,
Bridge:
we don't really connect
we're all suspect
I'm tired of the fakes, the trolls, the bots
of feeling small, ignored, or forgot
Outro Chorus:
Social media, I'm breaking the spell
Social media, I'm leaving this hell
Social media, I'm disconnecting
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3. |
Catch 22
03:43
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Catch 22
I was ready for a nasty night, all done up, in my icebergs and concrete.
Just to reel in some sex offender, go crazy, make it rough or tender, then get up and fly,
tout de suite.
Now will I keep my cool
Or take another look at you, my only one
And tell you all I am, and all that I have done
I got ‘em babes wrapped around every finger, when I show up, ‘round me they linger.
How am I supposed to justify aimlessly wading ‘round the streets at night?
Look at all the stars in the sky -
but one ever brightest sparkles in my eyes.
Now will I keep my cool
Or take another listen at you, my only one
And tell you all I am, and all that I have done
That fatal night this thing went down that I can’t reveal to anyone:
got well and truly melted by the sun.
So we could meet again if I catch your drift - gods everywhere are throwing out their gifts and I am king David’s beautiful Absalom.
Now will I keep my cool
Or take another touch from you, my only one
And tell you all I am, and all that I have done.
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4. |
Broken Skies
04:35
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Broken skies
V1
When the rains turn into floods
Icebergs melt into oceans of latex gloves
The world is burning and we're turning apart
we're running out of trump cards
C:
There are no angels that's for sure
No salvation or belzebub
There are no angels can't you see
Only broken skies above
Skies above, above
Only broken skies above
Skies above, above
V2
When our sun twinkles too bright
When our hearts freeze by the coldest night
The world is burning open your eyes
stop the yearning the tide's already on you poolside
C:
There are no angels that's for sure
No salvation or belzebub
There are no angels can't you see
Only broken skies above
Skies above, above
Only broken skies above
Skies above, above
V3
Don't be a pessimist there is stll time
The clock is ticking fast it's too tightly wound
Don't be a pessimist there is still time
Are we going to last or are we the last in line
C:
There are no angels that's for sure
No salvation or belzebub
There are no angels can't you see
Only broken skies above
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Corpse Feet Helsinki, Finland
Corpse Feet is a one man band, a Heavy Metal group gone wrong, the love child of Jonas Franck, a musician with more than 40
years experience listening and getting kicks out of Calypso, Rockabilly, Synthpop, Jazz and Metal.
When he's not making music he goes fishing or cracks bad jokes whilst looking way too young for his age.
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