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Break Away, Cast Away, Fade Away
She locked him into the prison of his sins
And threw away the keys to the abyss of a fountain
She chained him to the corner and she chained herself to stubbornness
Ignored the chance that they had
This was the way how the years passed by
With expectations and with arrogance
How to escape from the cage of blame?
Barely lost the power to break those chains
Did they shame each other into breaking away?
Did they shame each other into casting away?
Cast away all those good old days
Fade away, eternal race
But it’s all about the anger
This is all about the fear
And it’s all about the anger and the fear they constantly feel
Love is a battlefield of wounded hearts
The glorious victory is no one’s
Lost the substance of their encounter
They wallow in their long standing harms
This was the way how the years passed by
With expectations and with arrogance
How to escape? as the birds in this cage
Barely lost the power to break those chains
Did they shame each other into breaking away?
Did they shame each other into casting away?
With the satisfaction of one’s self-regarding desires
With the possession of whether they are desired
For their own pleasure
Did they shame each other into breaking away?
Did they shame each other into casting away?
Cast away all those good old days
Fade away, eternal race
But it’s all about the anger
This is all about the fear
And it’s all about the anger
Cast away those good old days
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Break The Chains, Say A Prayer
Faceless masses devoid of hope
Crossing by
As we crawl through these streets
And the dawn cracks the sky
The memories we hold dear
Heal wounds in trying times
A sleepless generation
Sworn to lead our lives
Liberated
Done with sedation
Lost generations
We sing this song tonight
Liberated
(We) burn this city to the ground
Break the chains
That scarred us far too long
Break the chains
That kept us paralyzed
Say a prayer
We’re here to break the mold
Say a prayer
To take back what is ours
Will we fight and hold on
To dreams that keep us alive
This is our place and we’ll rise above
The memories we hold dear
Heal wounds in trying times
A sleepless generation
Sworn to lead our lives
The sound of our hearts
Let’s break us out
The sound of our hearts
Let’s break us out
And we'll sing
This song tonight
And we'll burn
This city To the ground
Break the chains
That scarred us far too long
Break the chains
That kept us paralyzed
Say a prayer
We’re here to break the mold
Say a prayer
To take back what is ours
And we'll sing
This song tonight
And we'll burn
This city To the ground
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In Hell At Home
05:11
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In Hell At Home
After these wasted days i say good bye
Nothing you can say will convince me to stay
On separated rugged road
I know i have a long way to go back home
i’m still seeking memories
I’m afraid good ones were gone
And still hold onto something
Alone all the way along up and down
Keep heading to nowhere
Where the soul rests on placid shore
However I would still do
Bury the bane and dig up the flame...
You know that soon i will leave you
It’s time to move on from our graveyard
And i’ll never look behind
When emptiness fills up my soul
Than you can find it in hell
You can find it next to yours, where we’re born
And i’m seeking memories
I’m afraid good ones were gone
And still hold onto something
Alone all the way along up and down
Keep heading to nowhere
Where the soul rests on placid shore
However I would still do
Bury the bane and dig up the flame
There's (still) so much that won't let me go
See you in hell at home where we're born
Here is no fun anymore
we sold our soul and not for gold
See you in hell at home where we're born
By the time the sun goes down, when the night begins to shine
By the time the sun goes down, when the night begins to shine i see you there
See you in hell at home where we're born
Here is no fun, no fun at all
we sold our soul but not for gold
(Oh my friend) See you in hell at home where we're born
Dancing on my own
I’m puzzling my heart all night long
I sold my wasted soul can’t back no more
See you in hell at home where we're born
In hell, at home, in hell, we're born
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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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