1. |
Stuck Inside
03:22
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We’re all just stuck inside,
Might just be prisoners in our minds.
One hour to exercise,
The demons that we try to hide.
Feel unsatisfied,
Feels like social suicide,
Feeling stuck behind,
Isolation nationwide.
Now there’s time to make a change,
Time on our hands, won’t go to waste.
Make it through another day,
Another song, another game.
Like you’re just a waste of space,
Unproductive, fall from grace.
Laid off, and weary eyed,
This depression will subside.
You’ll find and lose yourself,
Pick a book up off the shelf,
Write a line or two,
‘Cause it’s okay, you’ll break through.
Smoke another cigarette,
Try not to think of your regrets
For an hour or two,
The little things help you get through.
Now there’s time to make a change,
Time on our hands, won’t go to waste.
Make it through another day,
Another song, another game.
Take a step back
And then you’ll realise
It’s okay to feel the way you feel inside.
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid to try,
Don’t be ashamed, don’t be ashamed to cry.
Take a step back
And then you’ll realise
It’s okay to feel the way you feel inside.
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid to try,
Don’t be ashamed, don’t be ashamed to cry.
Now there’s time to make a change,
Time on our hands, won’t go to waste.
Make it through another day,
Another line, another page.
Still there’s time to pave our way,
Time on our hand’s, time to play,
To make it through another day.
These little things that keep you sane.
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2. |
Ghosts in Our Dreams
03:25
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I’m struggling to get up
(Every day so out of touch)
Feels like I’m not enough
(Losing hope when things get tough)
I just don’t want you to see
(Tortured soul, hard to breath)
The pain inside of me.
These terrors we’ve seen
Just ghosts in our dreams
This pain that we feel
Please tell me it’s not real.
I’ve all but given up.
(Feeling empty, out of luck)
I’m starting to break down.
(In black and white, broken crown.)
And I can’t stand giving in.
(Forgive me mother for I have sinned,)
To the demons within.
These terrors we’ve seen
Just ghosts in our dreams
This pain that we feel
Someone tell me it’s not real.
Wish that I could just wake up
Pinch me now I’ve had enough
Is this a dream is this for real?
I can’t stand the way I feel
Felt like this most of my life,
But I don’t want to lose this fight.
Sick enough is how I’ve been.
Someday I’m gonna pay the price.
These terrors we’ve seen
Just ghosts in our dreams
This pain that we feel
Someone tell me it’s not real.
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3. |
The Curse
03:49
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This heart
Of stone
Battered, broken, bruised, alone.
These hands,
Will heal,
Callouses that flake and peel.
This life,
I know,
Should have ended long ago.
The blood,
I need,
A hunger that I just can’t feed.
Here’s a story of fate and woe,
Tale of a curse from long ago.
Dead inside, no longer bleed,
Just a victim of another man’s greed.
I just wish it wasn’t so,
Lost the only love I’ll know,
Torn from my arms, met a tragic end,
Then I sought my revenge.
Won’t say,
Goodbye,
‘Cause I’m the one who cannot die.
Gave up,
My nights,
Trying to bring her back to life.
Alas,
It seems,
That I’m the one that haunts your dreams.
Son of the devil,
Hero of none,
What’s done won’t be undone.
Here’s a story of fate and woe,
A tale from a long time ago.
Dead inside, no longer bleed,
No longer can daylight see me.
I still wish it wasn’t so,
Lost the only love I’ll know,
In my lust for sweet revenge,
Three cheers, cursed with no end.
Now it’s time to die,
No one will hear your cries.
Now it’s time to die.
Here’s a story of fate and woe,
Tale of a curse from long ago.
Dead inside, no longer bleed,
Just a victim of another man’s greed.
I just wish it wasn’t so,
Lost the only love I’ll know,
Torn from my arms, met a tragic end,
Then I sought my revenge.
Here’s a story of fate and woe,
A tale from a long time ago.
Dead inside, no longer bleed,
No longer can daylight see me.
I still wish it wasn’t so,
Lost the only love I’ll know,
In my lust for sweet revenge,
Three cheers, cursed with no end.
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4. |
Sunday Service
04:00
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There’s something in the air:
Another confession, another prayer.
Silently tonight,
Another child turns off the light.
If you’re listening up there,
What’s with all of this despair?
Sunday sermon comes,
He’s getting used to feeling numb.
Detached from the abuse,
Misguided and confused.
A devil’s christening,
Coercive conditioning.
A man of god, a disease,
Hope you never find peace.
Disgraceful you see
Another child on their knees
As they beg and they plead,
Yet still you proceed.
Are you listening
As their cries and their screams
Forever fall on deaf ears,
Never drying the tears.
Sickening fall from grace,
A religious disgrace.
You’ll just watch them succumb.
Keep them under your thumb.
Your torturous deeds
To a child on their knees.
’Til kingdom come,
Never find salvation.
Man of god, evil stems
From what you do unto them.
In the name of the lord,
Rotten to the core.
Nothing holy within,
You took their faith, with a grin.
Never thought you’d be found out
You’ve always hidden from this.
The institution that protects you
Still claiming ignorance.
When did you start to believe
That the things you do are okay,
Using your privileged position
To make children obey.
Where’s your fear of god?
No excuses for the things that you’ve done.
There’ll be no forgiveness:
You won’t ever get to heaven.
When times runs out
There’s no bright lights and there’s no pearly gates
For those who abused their faith.
A man of god, a disease,
No you'll never find peace.
Disgraceful you see
Another child on their knees,
As they beg and they plead,
Yet still you proceed.
Man of god, a disease,
How can you lie with such ease?
Disgraceful you see,
Another child on their knees.
Man of god, evil stems
From what you do unto them
In the name of the lord,
Can’t take it anymore.
Nothing holy within,
You took their faith, once again.
Still they beg and they plead,
And they just want to please,
And they want to find peace.
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5. |
Another Day
02:42
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Here comes another day
It’s just another ride
It doesn’t matter I’m just going with the tide.
Won’t make a difference,
‘Cause I’ve been certified:
Insane and proud to say that I am still alive.
It’s plainly evident,
And oh so definite,
One day you know the Great Depression will subside.
I’ve seen the evidence,
It’s not so elegant,
Observations show a world so full of negligence,
Wonder if we’re all just part of an experiment,
Or maybe I just need to take my fucking medicine.
Guess I still don’t know who I wanna be,
Live my life like this ‘cause I don’t see another way
And I’ve forgotten how to fucking breathe.
‘Cause I still don’t know what I wanna say.
Live my life this way and I don’t know how to be free.
And I’ve sold all of my tickets to an early grave.
I’m damned if I do,
I’m damned if I don’t,
If you still think that I’ll break down I know I won’t.
I’m not a victim,
But I’m addicted,
Don’t wanna be just a statistic of the system.
Another day gone,
Now for the apogee,
When lights go out I guess the show still must go on,
Feeling conflicted,
With this affliction,
Dreaming up all of the words I’ve never written,
Another nightmare where I’m living as the villain,
And now I see I never needed your permission.
Guess I still don’t know who I wanna be,
Live my life like this ‘cause I don’t see another way
And I’ve forgotten how to fucking breathe.
‘Cause I still don’t know what I wanna say.
Live my life this way and I don’t know how to be free.
And I’ve sold all of my tickets to an early grave.
Guess I still don’t know who I wanna be,
Live my life like this ‘cause I don’t see another way
And I’ve forgotten how to fucking breathe.
‘Cause I still don’t know what I wanna say.
Live my life this way and I don’t know how to be free.
And I’ve sold all of my tickets to an early grave.
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6. |
The Art of Letting Go
03:52
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Story starts like this,
Started with a kiss,
When he took your hand,
You thought he’d never go-o.
Then your first mistake,
Hope your heart won’t break,
Despite all the lies,
Gave him a second chance.
Tragically I know,
This is how the story goes,
And he’s taking off her clothes,
This chapter’s coming to a close.
Hate to say I told you so,
But I told you so.
Let this be a lesson,
In the art of letting go.
You taught yourself to love,
And it’s forever ’til it’s not.
Now in your self-pity you’re admitting defeat.
Hate to say I told you so,
As you’re letting go,
Pain won’t last forever,
It’s still hard, yeah I know,
To pull yourself together,
Pick yourself up of the floor,
When it feels like you will never ever feel love anymore.
Another sleepless night,
Something isn’t right.
There’s something you can’t see.
He won’t pickup the phone,
You’re feeling so alone,
While he’s with her instead.
Tragically I know,
This is how the story goes,
And he’s seeing her again
Says that they’re just friends.
Hate to say I told you so,
But I told you so.
Let this be a lesson,
In the art of letting go.
You taught yourself to love,
And it’s forever ’til it’s not.
Now in your self-pity you’re admitting defeat.
Hate to say I told you so,
As you’re letting go,
Pain won’t last forever,
It’s still hard, yeah I know,
To pull yourself together,
Pick yourself up of the floor,
When it feels like you will never ever feel love anymore.
You’ve always hated the goodbyes,
Broke you down just one more time,
Always felt just second best,
You’ll get through this, you’ll pass this test.
You’ve always hated the goodbyes,
Watch you cry, just one more time
Always felt just second best,
You’ll get through this, you’ll pass this test.
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7. |
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This is the recipe for
Those songs like the ones you’ve heard before
You’ll need a beat to dance to,
Here it goes 1234.
Now it’s time to move along,
The chorus can’t be too long,
Catchy it needs to be as well,
If you want it on the radio.
It’s parasitical
Rarely political,
Topping the charts,
With something so fucking superficial,
If this is in I’m out,
I’ll go against the grain,
If that’s what the world wants,
Then I’ll no longer play the game.
I’m really sick of it,
Almost always sounds the same,
Ghost writing prevalent,
It’s driving me fucking insane,
I guess it’s such a shame,
That I gave up trying to rhyme,
Did I lose your attention?
Are these lyrics just a joke?
This is the recipe for
Those songs like the ones you’ve heard before
You’ll need a beat to dance to,
Here it goes 1234.
Now it’s time to move along,
The chorus can’t be too long,
Catchy it needs to be as well,
If you want it on the radio.
It feels like torture,
Accompanied by greed,
These record labels
Selling sex all over MTV.
I may be ignorant,
Won’t be a sycophant,
I won’t sell out to
Feel just a little more significant,
Written to be forgotten,
Is the industry rotting?
Plagued by a fever it can’t sweat out,
But it’s never stopping.
I gave up trying to rhyme,
But I’m a storyteller,
If you think this is bad,
Please tell me how the charts are better.
This is the recipe for
Those songs like the ones you’ve heard before
You’ll need a beat to dance to,
Here it goes 1234.
Now it’s time to move along,
The chorus can’t be too long,
Catchy it needs to be as well,
If you want it on the radio.
This is the recipe for
Those songs like the ones you’ve heard before
Repetition will be your friend,
Repeat again and again again.
Now it’s time to move along,
Fade out coming up in moment,
Don’t write words for this next part,
They won’t be audible anyway.
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8. |
Isolation (Bonus Track)
03:09
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Isolation’s got me down.
Guess there’s no more going out.
If you’d told me a month ago,
Never would have thought I’d miss it so.
Never one to socialise,
But now we’re all just stuck inside:
There’s only so much one can take,
Before you start to bend and break.
Life support is running out,
I hope now you’re really proud.
Amputate society,
Pull the plug, spread misery.
It’s not long ’til we find out,
There won’t be a shred of doubt:
The Conservative party
Will never work for you or me.
Stay inside and isolate.
Keep ‘em all 6 feet away.
When will it get through your head,
Indiscriminately dead.
Budget cuts the real disease,
The NHS now on it’s knees,
A decade of austerity,
Now I find it hard to breathe.
Life support is running out,
I hope now you’re really proud.
Amputate society,
Pull the plug, spread misery.
It’s not long ’til we find out,
There won’t be a shred of doubt:
The Conservative party
Will never work for you or me.
I’ve been trying to write a song a day,
Trying to write something I don’t immediately hate.
Trying to put some words on this page
But it all just seems way too cliche.
I’ve been trying to write a song a day,
Trying to write something I don’t immediately hate.
Trying to put some words on this page
But it all just seems way too cliche.

Life support is running out,
I hope now you’re really proud.
Amputate society,
Pull the plug, spread misery.
It’s not long ’til we find out,
There won’t be a shred of doubt:
The Conservative party
It don’t work for you or me.
Life support is running out,
I hope now you’re really proud.
Amputate society,
Pull the plug, spread misery.
It’s not long ’til we find out,
There won’t be a shred of doubt:
The Conservative party
Never works for you or me.
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Politically inclined, socially awkward, lyrically explicit DIY punk rock from London, UK, with a focus on creating community
through music.
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