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For the young
04:46
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Dear, fear no fear. I can speak to the gods,
and they don’t care at all.
Here, wine is cheap. Clouds are near for the young.
Away to lose control.
Don’t you know?
Pleasure may come and go.
Just like us:
Angels sure seem alone.
So, sin as you will. Do as pleased. Kneel for none.
Tonight we fight alone, against odds.
Firm hands against the sun.
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Lord of Lords
02:27
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Lord of Lords:
Dreams can burn. Hands let go.
Lesson learned.
Chase the moon.
Aim to lose.
Lord of Lords:
War will come. Heads will roll.
Lesson learned.
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Under the sun
03:34
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Tasted harm alone.
Wasted on shameless words.
Rambling on and on and on. Subdued.
Gaze. Empty gaze at what’s left after years.
Mainly, thrills leave no means back to sprints. Nomad skin.
Sun. Burning sun, shine on us. Bring us hope.
Where men sleep feeling guilt, no rain hits.
Nothing hides under the sun.
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Fathers lie
01:50
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Fathers lie with ease.
Heaven’s far. Off reach.
Little ecstasy. Long nights turn to weeks.
Morals can be bend. We all lose them.
Owned by words in mist.
“Old war dogs can’t feel”.
Who’s to take the blame? You still owe them, kid.
Keys ain’t yours to keep, ‘cause you ain’t worth it.
It takes all you want to keep some hope.
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Night singer
02:40
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I saw it coming. It’s such a shame.
The moon was mumbling, and I,
I ceased to care.
I live defeat. I survive.
Trust ain’t cheap. I sing at night.
While no one watches. While some may kiss.
The night is calling, and,
it aches for me.
I’ve lived defeat. I survived.
Though trust ain’t cheap, I sing at night.
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A quick statement
02:07
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Don’t you really care about daily things?
Well you should care about rape in the streets.
Most ours should feel similar at least.
Most hours just feel powerless.
I hate men.
Not the simple men, but the killing men,
those racist men, those homophobic men.
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Golden years
02:40
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You get tired of the quick thrills when it’s hard enough to lose.
Are the roses red where you live, or you live with lonesome wolves?
I know how hunger looks, and it’s sad but understood.
There’s no interest from who rules. There’s no bloodline you can choose.
Blood can flow while they speak, though I heard it all before.
“To forgive is not to be skipped” but I love to hate at noon.
I guess I found some worth in these precious years in gold.
Under pressure Kings may fall, though I’m sure we’ll overcome.
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