1. |
Slap (In The Face)
03:26
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Stuck in problems of my own creation
Trapped in mental quicksand
Lost control of the situation
Like I was ever in control
There's still so much to see I know
But I left my keys back home
I have a map for a new dimension
But I forgot my keys back home
I stop and listen to myself
And I'm not making any sense
I need a slap in the face
Oh no, here we go again
I feel my head out of place
I need a slap in the face
You see a star, I see constelations
Always two steps ahead of you
Theories without foundation
No evidence, no sign, no clue
There's still so much to see I know
But I left my keys back home
I have a map for a new dimension
But I forgot my keys back home
I stop and listen to myself
And I'm not making any sense
I need a slap in the face
Oh no, here we go again
I feel my head out of place
I need a slap in the face
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2. |
Pagans
03:15
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After the nightfall
In our hidden place
We pray to gods unknown
We play our secret games
Away from judging eyes
Waiting to colonize us
Away from judging eyes
Waiting to catechize us
Here we stand
We got no souls
Under the eyes of men
Lords of the universe
Trapped inside themselves
Away from judging eyes
Waiting to catechize us
Away from judging eyes
Waiting to colonize us
It's really no surprise
That you don't understand
The bounds that moves our drums
This ancient primal rage
Pagans, pagans, oooohh
We sat around the bonfire
That lights our inner flames
We speak in tongues unknown
We move our limbs in trance
Away from judging eyes
Waiting to colonize us
Away from judging eyes
Waiting to catechize us
Here we stand, here we stand
We got no souls
Under the eyes of men
Lords of the universe
Trapped inside themselves
Away from judging eyes
Waiting to colonize us
Away from judging eyes
Waiting to catechize us
It's really no surprise
That you don't understand
The bounds that moves our drums
This ancient primal rage
Pagans, pagans, oooohh
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3. |
Monologue
03:45
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Space dust in time
Thoughts float on
Arranged in piles
Then, overthrown
For a split of second
That's our truth
Nothing matters
Except this view
I won't mind to share this sight with someone else
But today I got all stars just for myself
Words can't describe
What we see
Cause thousands worlds
Hides deep within
Untouched places
Poet's domes
Loneliness
Is delirium fuel
I won't mind to share this sight with someone else
But today I got all stars just for myself
I found beauty in things that no one else sees
I found truth between the ocean, space and me
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4. |
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Is there love in outer space?
Or just how much I brought with me?
When I no longer know your face
Oh, you'll still be in my dreams
I'm running out of oxygen
Oh, I've lost my breath again
No gravity or tears to fall
We've lost our ground
Smiles refracted
Supper's synthetic
Laughs through radio waves
Expectations floating
Collision approaching
Would you please answer me?
Is there love in outer space?
Or just how much I brought with me?
When I no longer know your face
Oh, you'll still be in my dreams
Distance froze the hearts of men
Empathy killed in metal tanks
But I guess it's not our fault
We've lost our ground
Smiles refracted
Supper's synthetic
Laughs through radio waves
Expectations floating
Collision approaching
Would you please answer me?
Is there love in outer space?
Or just how much I brought with me?
When I no longer know your face
Oh, you'll still be in my dreams
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5. |
No Small Talk
01:25
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Everything is strange
But familiar yet
Surrounded with
Faces I'll never forget
Everything is terrible
I'm laughin still
Can I ask you something
While this is real?
Talk about life
Talk about death
Talk about something
That you'll regret
Talk about the scars
The ones that hurts the most
But no small talk on me
No small talk on me
No small talk on me
Everything is fine
What I'm doing here?
Oh, nevermind
I'll just disapear
Everything is happening
Oh, so fast
Not keeping trace
Getting nowhere
Talk me about now
Talk me about the past
Talk about something
That you'll regret
Talk about the dreams
The ones that hurts the most
But no small talk on me
No small talk on me
No small talk on me
No small talk on me
No small talk on me
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6. |
Control
02:50
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I cling to things so hard
Now I'm afraid of breaking it
But could I let it go?
If I ever want to
Am I the pawn again?
Or am I in control?
Am I the prey again?
Or will they eat my soul?
Senseless power games
That I don't wanna play no more
Even I feel the strenght
It hurts to leave the board
Am I the pawn again?
Or am I in control?
Am I the prey again?
Or will they eat my soul?
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7. |
Repeat
03:42
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It is not in there
It never was
And you already knew it
When you reaches there
Feels so unfair
Things are not like you planned
Feels like a dream
Not a memory
Nostalgic thoughts can drag you down
Today could be
The best of times
But you're not here at all
It's late at night
You're feeling bright
Even it's just for a moment
You break your shell
Start feeling well
Great things are just begining
But when dawn fades
It all start again
Mismatches on a rainy day
Stuck on repeat
As you can see
Mismatches on a rainy day
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8. |
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Saw many things
Not enough I guess
Nothing surprises me
More than myself
Strange days
Far away from home
Nothing ahead
Nor behind, no more
Whats the verge?
Between mind and soul?
Universe and me
Vacant and whole?
Testament
Of my consciousness
Lost reflexions
Of a spaceman
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