1. |
Result Of Free Will
03:28
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Result of Free Will
As you’re giving the instructions for me to survive
That would lead me to happiness and eternal life
Another short story of mine
But as you know the choice is mine I grab the right
I prefer the fights, confuse your thoughts,
Moral against amoral, This is our kind of tight
'So please don't give me any direction
You give the reason to my rebellion
Forbidden deeds (like a) noose around my neck
Whites in my eyes turn to red and black
Release the evil with my last breath
You play God, a God without any sin
I commit, i commit all of them
You play God, i am Satan
You can take pride in your best creation
The result of free will, the result of free will
You play God, i am Satan
I’m just following my own decision
The result of free will, the result of free will
You play God, i am Satan
You can take pride in your best creation
The result of free will, the result of free will
You play God, i am Satan
And by the end of the day we shake hands
The result of free will, the result of free will
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2. |
Chords We Adore
04:28
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Chords We Adore
Gain the speed while surfing on the wheels
Show directions between so many dead end streets
Those chords are the connection that lasts forever between you and me
Our common language in the middle of foreign fields
Sitting by the big river
Watching the horizon on the top of (the) mountain
Ears went deaf and eyes went blind
All the senses lost in sound
Used this medicine to treat
Social anxiety disorder
We've been together through thick and thin
Remission and recovery
Drug to tide over
Growing up on the chords that we adore
Never felt solitude in the dark
Never heard how loudly fractured my heart
Growing up on the chords that we adore
They're still the solace and relief after all err
Those chords will be my last love as the first was so
On the streets of broken dreams
When knocking around in the wild of trees
It was the light in the gray dim morning
The smile when mournful inside
Through the days i've never worried
Because those were the last noise until eyes closed overnight
Growing up on the chords that we adore
Never felt solitude in the dark
Never heard how loudly fractured my heart
Growing up on the chords that we adore
They're still the solace and relief after all err
Those chords will be my last love as the first was so
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3. |
Wasted On Someone
04:25
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Wasted on Someone
Oil on canvas hanging on the wall
Your framed world told us who you really were
Birds and flowers In your Still-life paintings
Were the words you’re never saying
Let me in
So give me the key to the door
Enter your empire
Can’t break through the walls
So give me the key to enter the door
Wasted on someone
Woe over your dead body, all falls apart
Wasted on someone
It was too late to understand, all falls apart
We were not the best friends, not even when it was close to the end
Though you were there and held my hand
But then we just passed by, said hello and nothing more
a man who lost his pride couldn't be somebody's hero
Let me in
So give me the key to the door
Enter your empire
Can’t break through the walls
So give me the key to enter the door
Wasted on someone
Woe over your dead body, all falls apart
Wasted on someone
It was too late to understand, all falls apart
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4. |
My Lobotomy
05:19
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My Lobotomy
No more smile and no more tears
Emotions are gone since they’ve been systematically killed
The shine in the eyes, the fire inside have faded
Stepping forward is restrained by gang-chains
In the alley of disappointment legs are enchained to the past
I’m so worn-out, so worn-out
All the attempts were barren of results
The heart is pumping blood harder
The head is aching all over
Bones are like leaden bones
Chase the demons away
After this race is time to rest
Chase the demons away from the past
I’m so worn-out, so worn-out
You are my lobotomy
A deep hole in my head
You are my lobotomy
The area of distress
Emotionally Infantile personality
Unconsciousness
Lost responsiveness/ self-awareness/ self-control
Infantile personality
Unconsciousness
You’d better break my heart my darling…
Already broke my heart
And now just take the nails, just take the nails away
You are my lobotomy
A deep hole in my head
You are my lobotomy
The area of distress
Emotionally Infantile personality
Unconsciousness
Lost responsiveness/ self-awareness/ self-control
Infantile personality
Unconsciousness
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Poison Alley Budapest, Hungary
Miklos Czifra - Guitar
Andras Vermes - Guitar
Kristof Hornyak - Drums
Attila Pap - Bass
Andras Bödecs - Vocals
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