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Psycholab
05:40
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PSYCHOLAB
…and while noone craves redemption any longer
old school impulse control has fallen out of style
and now the stage is free for every chaosmonger
whose ol’ silver tongue is only spewing bile
the game’s unplayable, the players are hungover
the rules discredited, the gameboard is a mess
so while there is no shame, no red line to cross over
the truth has clearly never ever mattered less
but let us party on and dance untill the morning
they’ll never catch us if we just can stay ahead
so let the fiddler play his tune and let us dance
untill we’re dead
and now the wheel is spinning faster every hour
and the ditch, so wide, impossible to evade.
I have no voice, no stage, no audience to talk to
I am tired and I’m hungry and afraid
so let us party on and dance untill the morning
they’ll never catch us if we just can stay ahead
so let the fiddler play his tune and let us dance
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2. |
Return To Sanity
04:01
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RETURN TO SANITY
speak for me
let me believe
there’s no end
to what i’ll acheive
religion dies when noone cares
return to sanity alleviate our fears
set us free
stop the deceit
let us see
all the conceit
the lie is complete
open our eyes
so we might see
set us free
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3. |
This Is Your Captain
07:04
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4. |
All My Life (I Love You)
03:20
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All My Life (I Love You) (Spence)
all my life I love you
all my life I love you
place no one above you
all my life I really love you
I love you la la la la!
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5. |
Edgar's Bathtub
00:55
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6. |
Elysium, Soon
08:07
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Elysium, Soon
we’ll leave the cities far behind when we go
the day’ll arrive with promise in it’s hand
we’ll keep our destiny at bay while we sail
to other places, closer to the heart
southern breeze, blow desire into my heart
northern winds, breathe fire into my soul
that path lies across the waves
i wish i could follow
we still have to break the chains
the promise is hollow if fear remains
they left the fountain far behind and moved on
and walked beneath the shadows of the moon
the train snaked off into the dry barren dunes
moving slow, to the rythm of their song
southern breeze, blow desire into my heart
northern winds, breathe fire into my soul
Their path snaked across the dunes
I dreamed I could follow
while they sang their songs to the moon
my song seemed so hollow, so out of tune
beneath the shadow of the moon
pray their deeds would make us bolder
but we might find Elysium soon
if we could stand upon the shoulders
of Phoebus Apollo
the one-eyed yet has to appear
we’re all blind. confused,
we mill around content with lies
the window closed again too soon
we moved on
the final frontier faded from our eyes
Their path streaked across the skies
I wish I could follow
we cannot just close our eyes
the promise is hollow if fear remains
we’re In the shadow of the moon
pray their deeds would make us bolder
we might find Elysium soon
if we could stand upon the shoulders
of Phoebus Apollo
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7. |
Revenants
03:44
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Revenants
first the one and then the other
first a foe and then a brother
nothing to lose, all to gain
sweet relief, a cause to fight for
to belive in and give your life for
the fog came down and blinded us all
they will come and they will find us
when we sound the call
let it ring and they will hear us
god will never let us fall
such a sweet dream to follow
when all truth just rings out, hollow
nothing here now. only lies
some will die and some will scatter
the desert claimed them all
thousands dead, a nightmare vision
will god love us when we fall?
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8. |
Crownee Says
03:55
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Crownee Says
it’s like living in a state of war
they shut us in and locked the door
will we ever go back to what we had before?
stir crazy and awaiting doom
wearing sweatpants, in my room
just a steady stream of doom and gloom
no waters turning to blood
it’s not raining frogs
no locusts or lice
boils, hail or flies
it’s a year since she wore that dress
she’s not dressing up to live through this mess
just a whole lotta illusions still left to undress
there’s no point in throwing the dice
when they always seem to come up snake eyes
got nowhere to go, nowhere to socialize
no waters turning to blood
it’s not raining frogs
no locusts or lice
boils, hail or flies
how long to grin and bear it?
how long to hate and fear it?
put the mask back on,
pretend to be proud to wear it
pause button seemingly stuck
all the choices really suck
no breathing space,
no breaks and no luck
no waters turning to blood
it’s not raining frogs
no locusts or lice
boils, hail or flies
still here alive
still stuck inside
still holding on
how I wish this all was gone
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9. |
Condor
04:07
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