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Intro
00:29
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2. |
Spasmic Life
00:55
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Falling in the cracks – spreading across
The wastelands of my mind – substance is lost!
Paralysed by fear, anger and doubt
No place to spill but it's bursting out!
Running into walls – again and again
Subject of experiment – twisted and deranged
Lobotomized rat - trapped in a maze
Terrorized by a permanent gaze
Spasmic life spasmic life
Driving me insane
Spasmic life spasmic life
Perhaps it's all in vain
Spasmic life spasmic life
I really wanna know
Spasmic life spasmic life
Is this the way to go?
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3. |
BPS
01:35
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Gestures of rebellion it's all a fucking ruse
You use your subculture as an excuse
To be a lazy fuck with nothing new to say
Grounding your identity in being a cliche
To you and your kind this is just an act
A cry for attention, a suicide pact
A way to fulfill your teenage rebel fantasy
A meaningless pose, fuel for your vanity
Just another commodity
Just another market niche
One of many lifestyle choices
Being led by the silent voices
Boring!
Pointless!
Shallow!
Bullshit!
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4. |
Out Of Line
01:34
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Never gonna choose a side
Never make a compromise
Getting sick of your filthy lies
I see them through your disguise
Waving a flag, talking about god
Blackmailing people into joining your tribe
Binary logic, them against us
Well I won't take part in this farce
I won't enlist, I won't align
(I'll stay out of step, stay out of line)
I won't be pawn in your grand design
(I'll stay out of step, stay out of line)
A slave of symbols you create
To justify your need to hate
With your own head on a silver plate
Soon you're gonna meet your fate
A byproduct, a malformation
A foreign body in your heavenly nation
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5. |
Count Me Out
01:25
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I don't wanna live in your society
I don't wanna be a part of your fucking world
I don't want your small-minded mentality
I don't wanna be a member of your blindfolded herd
Drowning in swarms of trivial bullshit
Meaningless chatter, convenient lies
Bypassing the things that really matter
To get to your goal – acceptance and respect
Working for the man who kindly gave us jobs
Preocupied you couldn't see that he's the one who robs
Don't question him, don't anger him, he should know the best
Be humble and be quiet, blend in and stay oppressed
It'll be too late once you realise
Your possessions will evaporate
And so will your disguise
All that's left is an empty shell
From society's greatest mold
'Cause to think for yourself
Is what you weren't told
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6. |
Neurotic Chaotic
02:08
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My mind is wasted
I lost control
I'm a living example of a Murphy's law
Thoughts getting caught
In a feedback loop
Stuck in another case of mental state of catch-22
The more I think
The more I sink
My inner compass is leading me astray
The more I talk
The less I say
Not that it matters anyway
Fed up with frustrations
Plaguing my mind
Every time I think it's better I fall back down
This is a condition
Of broken soul
Thousand pieces that were once together are now biting on each other's throats
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7. |
Alienation
02:25
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Another look into abyss as insanity creeps in
A permanent stranger is what I’ve always been
Retreat into void when things get rough
Some kind of suffering just bearable enough
Don’t ask me why there’s absence in my eyes
I guess that’s just a symptom of my self-despise
Don’t talk about how everything will be ok
As this crazy world gets colder day by day
Setting up barricades against any human touch
The shield to protect myself from the constant barrage
But as walls get raised and windows shut in
I find myself alone against the enemy within
You die as you live – scared and alone
Always uneasy, never at home
But out of blind will, despite of it all
Somehow you persist, somehow you go on
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8. |
Downward Spiral
02:48
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Scanning people like I'm paranoid
Incapable of any normal thought
Neural synapses burning out
My well-being's shot and left to rot
Rituals of self-destruction
Chemical self-mutilation
Come along this downward spiral
Where the only certain way is leading down
It looks like my course is setting in
I hope I won't get sucked in too deep
This reality is like a bad acid trip
Is this madness or just a chronic lack of sleep?
It's getting harder to keep up with this pace
This fucking city is melting my face
Inside this downward spiral the course is set
For miserable life full of pain and regret
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9. |
World Of Visions Unclear
02:18
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Plane ticket bought
Ticket for a better world you've eversince sought
Some may say you'd better stay here
But no, not in this country full of visions unclear
Not a preacher, not a wise guy
Just a person who won't be able to fly
Fly to the limits of friendship
I unintentionally rip
I start to wonder if I'm too much of an ass
But you'll meet no other person
Who'd just let this friendship pass
Search for your happiness
Fight for everything you've ever fought
In my mind you'll always be caught
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Midnight Climax Zagreb, Croatia
Henec - Vocals
Joks - Guitar
Obi - Bass
Bađo - Drums
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