So here am i right by the telephone, cause i haven't got no time to liquidate.
Then here i am right by the Cinnabon, i know that i ain't no fried of gold.
You see I ain't no texting to face the fever standing in my way.
You see, i don't want you here to see if i'm looking tired enough to be disturbed.
Try and demand, then i'll fake, untie you and sever you 'till your heart is mine.
Overview: (Arguments about irrelevant topics may reduce hope in your amygdala)
Subjects CNT & DK: Repenttherepentingsyndicates.
Birth compressir: Heave up that magnetic coil machine, produce the scarecrows infected with yes insects and brown nose lices. Make sure that the broken machine reanalyzes the mistakes you've made. Make it give you a makeover and you're good to go. (Lol i'm not here to deny)
Conclusion: If you start to walk towards the industry, you get the bareback inside your artistry. To be a part of that artistry, you might as well scream"I'M IN THE AUTISTRY!"
Even though you are already in the autistry.
AREYOUAREYOUAREYOU
Are you justified to be
angular, rectangular or angry enough to be?
DOYOUDOYOUDOYOU
Do you serve yourself to be
self-serving, other-serving, selfish serving to be?
HAVEYOUHAVEYOUHAVEYOU
Have you got your eyes to see
do things come and go or don't come at all?
Are you justified to be
Do you serve yourself to be
Have you got your eyes to see
So who the fuck are you to be?
O ye god, too bad.
Your ass is mine. Goodbye.
We're too smug to hide in order to pave along the sentiments.
We breed the silence so we may just stick out on what we've lost.
We (I)'ve gnawed (my)ourselves to pieces that we've distilled our taste,
we might as well get all lost.
I know we don't belong in this soil (as the human race).
Oh, the moral intentions that bubble our thoughts inside out.
Now, we're the only ones, where a mountain of telephones
start to seed out on what's left (of us).
I (we) know that we still have broken our gist to mend together as a whole.
We're dying on the street like a scene of the stage.
(We were told that) we're only part of the stage in life,
So much we'd resort to another fake company.
We don't need another disclosure.
We don't need another denial of existence.
We don't need another suffering and martyrdom.
We just need to feel all and free it all.
Rant: Oh, how cute! Deadpan dolls, both boys and girls, turning blind eye to everything rotting around them. A group of nice, porcelain looking dolls with strong smell of dishonesty and callousness. A beautiful landspace of neglected incoming apocalypse. No utmost care to fix this broken circuitry. How fucking great that is that the elite society is throwing the entire population under the bus for nothing but the suffering they have caused us? If making the world suffer suits well for you, sure. Fine. Come on, you can do it. But do NOT be telling us you're doing it for "honesty", cause it will not END well for you one day.
about
This is a demo EP. Most of the vocals here are recorded without the lyrics used until they're written sometime later. The words were sung differently but the point under these songs are clear. It is well suggested that you, the listeners, take good care of yourselves and your loved ones, cause it is a shitty place, especially shitty where you cannot trust anyone these days. Do what you feel is the best for you and love yourself.
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