1. |
Spaced Out
03:11
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VERS 1
My mind is wandering, I reclaim my thoughts
They're off to anywhere, staying far too short
deep down in the valleys
or high up in the sky
and so there goes another minute by
CHORUS (2x)
Far away, far away from here
Far away, from here
VERS 2
My mind stays blank, my thoughts have flown
Can't handle emotions, as if my heart was drown
From sound to sound
I'm left spaced out
the madness in me has sprout
CHORUS (2x)
Far away, far away from here
Far away, from here
BRIDGE
A desperate search for dreams
staring into the blank
fucked over by myself
my entire life feels like a prank
CHORUS
Far away, far away from here
Far away, from here
SOLO
CHORUS
Far away, far away from here
Far away, from here
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2. |
Murderer
03:20
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VERS 1
Soldier could you do me a favor?
Dear Soldier please listen to me?
I know you ain't very good with words
So I'll try to make it clear
CHORUS
You can't receive peace with a gun in your hand
You can't expect freedom, threatening with it
You can't kill to sustain humanity
You can't murder in the name of liberty
VERS 2
Dear Soldier could you do me a favor?
Hey Soldier look me in the eye,
Could you kill me just beacause that's your order,
because they call me your enemy?
CHORUS
You can't receive peace with a gun in your hand
You can't expect freedom, threatening with it
You can't kill to sustain humanity
You can't murder in the name of liberty
BRIDGE
Cause you're a Murder Murder Murder Murder Murderer
Yeah, you're a Murder Murder Murder Murder Murderer
Yeah, you're a Murder Murder Murder Murder Murderer
Murder Murder Murder Murder Murderer...
CHORUS
You can't receive peace with a gun in your hand
You can't expect freedom, threatening with it
You can't kill to sustain humanity
You can't murder in the name of liberty
OUTRO
Murder Murder Murder Murder Murderer...
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3. |
Insane (Acoustic)
03:09
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VERS 1:
I creep you out, my rules obtain
I get deep down, into your brain (2x)
BRIDGE
Messing with you
(Ohoho...) Playing with you
(Ohoho...) Fucking with you
(Ohoho...) Can't help it
CHORUS:
You go insane
You go insane
You can't hide
You go insane
VERS 2:
I don't care, I've never cared
I fuck you up, until you break (2x)
BRIDGE:
Messing with you
(Ohoho...) Playing with you
(Ohoho...) Fucking with you
(Ohoho...) Can't help it
CHORUS:
You go insane
You go insane
You can't hide
You go insane
OUTRO:
Insane, Insane, Insane...
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4. |
Dream On
02:11
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VERS 1
You stopped dreaming a long time ago
You got caught by reality itself
Convinced that your ideals will never come true
You got rid of them by yourself
CHORUS
Dream on, Dream on
No one can steal your imagination
Dream on, Dream on
Reality is just a trap
VERS 2
You're sure now, the world can't change
You sure you've got everything you need
Throw away your television
And think for yourself
CHORUS
Dream on, Dream on
No one can steal your imagination
Dream on, Dream on
Reality is just a trap
VERS 3
Only hope can rescue our earth going down
So it's on you to act again
Don't keep your thoughts to yourself
But spread the word, so everyone else can...
CHORUS (2x)
Dream on, Dream on
No one can steal your imagination
Dream on, Dream on
Reality is just a trap
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5. |
Mr. X
02:03
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VERS 1
Every morning in the train
I meet people who look sad
They lost their grin, between breakfast and bed
And those who live with those ugly lies
Are the first to get promoted, well that's the prize
CHORUS (2x)
They've all got no balls in their pants
Their tiny little wieners
proof their ignorance
VERS 2
People rushing through the streets
Having an eye on their goals
Don't dare to look to the sides,
it could change their point of view.
And narrow minded as they are,
they totally forget,
That the goal doesn't matter
if you know your way
CHORUS (2x)
They've all got no balls in their pants
Their tiny little wieners,
proof their ignorance
BRIDGE
In suits, in ties supporting lies
a silent crowd , oh so damn proud,
no questions asked, obidient.
all look the same, no difference.
CHORUS (2x)
They've all got no balls in their pants
Their tiny little wieners
proof their ignorance
OUTRO
You've all got no balls in your pants
Your tiny little wieners
proof your ignorance
We've all got no balls in our pants
Our tiny little wieners
proof our ignorance
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