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Boxes
02:26
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rolling box through the narrow streets ive got a free ride but cant even move my feet as i want and oppressed by the glance of the almighty blindness and the pressure of my bright and metal bracelets
NO I CANT STAND THIS COLD GLARE BURNING HOLES IN MY BACK AND IN MY CELL THIS PALE BLUE LIGHT OF A DAY WITHOUT A NAME
take off my raggies and piercings lucky one tonight ive got free housing and for sure they will remember me with all the fuckin pictures finger prints and even dna
NO I CANT STAND THIS COLD GLARE BURNING HOLES IN MY BACK AND IN MY CELL THIS PALE BLUE LIGHT OF A DAY WITHOUT A NAME
this box is all included food bed and drink but detention cant be eased above all when you are here to stimulate and amuse the apetite and mind of the ones who love to damage you
NO I CANT STAND THIS COLD GLARE BURNING HOLES IN MY BACK AND IN MY CELL THIS PALE BLUE LIGHT OF A DAY WITHOUT A NAME
but as a non declared street seller no they couldnt keep me not enough to show how im a threat to society so fuck off for this time but with invitation to come back in a while for the next dark humiliative celebration
expelled expelled from the fucking house of rules
get off get off the bloody rusty hook
no complaints cause once again i can hear the nighttime
no complaints cause once again i can hear the nighttime
no complaints cause once again i can hear the nighttime
no complaints cause once again i can hear the nighttime hoots
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Rooftop Ghosts
03:03
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It seems that we are now walking alone floating all together over our own thoughts only the cold is bringing us back to the reality of this opening night
and only some buses passing by some shady car parking close one metallic cling and one eye blink
about to be evicted by those cynical pricks weve got to bring another building back to life
down elephant alley black bones standing empty old walls all kind of silent halls creepy bird standing while others are sleeping while shadows are jumping on forgotten dead concrete bodies
FORGOTTEN DEAD FORGOTTEN DEAD FORGOTTEN DEAD CONCRETE BODIES
Thirty past crime time straight to the hole in the apple street cats of black hood walking bats in rusty woods
checking around if no one comes who could mess up with the show no snitching owl no bored fucking hero no depressive blue light
ready to fly over beloved backyards sweaty and wobely roofs
down elephant alley black bones standing empty old walls all kind of silent halls creepy bird standing while others are sleeping while shadows are jumping on forgotten dead concrete bodies
FORGOTTEN DEAD FORGOTTEN DEAD FORGOTTEN DEAD CONCRETE BODIES
hands on the wall feet going high a breath through the window and here we are
cold empty safe broken mirrors yeah here is our rotten paradise
wish will reflecting howls of anxiety laughter and fear
wish will reflecting howls of joy anxiety laughter and fear
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Miserable
02:55
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i found myself so miserable in the puddle of an eye covered in mud and trouble stuck to the ground vulnerable
i found myself so miserable in the puddle of an eye sinking in negativity expecting a foot to crush my body
but its not cause im wet tired dying for a ride that i ask for such pity and scorn
you make me sick i feel weak cause im touched by such fucking glare
CAUSE I AINT WHAT I FIND IN YOUR EYE ITS BLEEDING INSIDE DEEP AND WIDE LASER CUTS
NO I AINT WHAT I FOUND IN YOUR EYE
i found myself so miserable in the puddle of an eye hocus pocus and you changed my vision this repellent picture is my reflection change myself so shitty bent light gloomy thoughts down in my mind
but its not cause im standing in the street with my crafts that i ask for such pity and scorn
you make me sick i feel weak cause im touched by such fucking glare
CAUSE I AINT WHAT I FIND IN YOUR EYE ITS BLEEDING INSIDE DEEP AND WIDE LASER CUTS
NO I AINT WHAT I FOUND IN YOUR EYE
your optic nerve is gettin in my brain inception of ideas
your optic nerve is gettin in my brain inception of ideas of some rotten image of me
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Queer squatpunk.
We played at your house eviction party.
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