1. |
queen quarantine
04:06
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queen quarantine
was it all a dream?
hiding in her bed
visions in her pretty head
all of the party people
who knock on her door
they shouldn’t bother
with her anymore
hubby doesn’t care
work is needed on his hair
carry home a bug
like a microscopic thug
all over the atlas
people who lost their bearings
she shouldn’t bother
with them anymore
queen quarantine
it was just a dream
hiding in her bed
with a crown upon her head
all of the party people
who break down her door
they shouldn’t bother
with her on the floor
her on the floor
her on the floor
her on the FLOOR
queen quarantine
queen quarantine
queen quarantine
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2. |
this is the new abnormal
03:45
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waiting for someone to let you in
waiting for the sun to break the dim
fucked up
you’re so blitzed
precious sanity
scattered into bits
screwed up
so used
until you’re black and blue
and broken and abused
this is the new abnormal
shake hands with ashen mist
these days are never ending
from the back of the waiting list
this is the new abnormal
every page has another twist
knee deep in paranormal
every screen is a hypNOtist
waiting for your mind to take a leap
waiting for the night to bring you sleep
big shot
you kill time
there’s something itching
at the bottom of your mind
fat chance
thin ICE
double down
and then you better think twice
this is the new abnormal
shake hands with ashen mist
these days are never ending
from the back of the waiting list
this is the new abnormal
every page has another TWIST
knee deep in paranormal
every screen is a hypnotist
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3. |
paper mâché
04:21
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looking into an
optical illusion
back from the dead
to inspire such delusion
I turned around
to start a revolution
to fake a problem
avoid a real solution
Flying in my head
like a bird of prey
Sweep into a town
like a superhighway
when friendly fire
turns into a fray
I made a fortress
out of paper mâché
I found a way
to alleviate confusion
I close my mind
to shut out the noise pollution
spend my time
at the institution
I’m on the verge
of a life of prostitution
Flying in my head
like a bird of prey
Sweep into a town
like a SUPERhighway
when friendly fire
turns into a fray
I made a fortress
out of paper mâché
Flying in my head
like a bird of prey
SWEEP into a town
like a superhighway
when friendly fire
turns into a fray
I made a fortress
out of paper mâché
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4. |
connect the dots
04:00
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there is a line
in a perfect shape
drawn between
the two of us
there is a space
in an endless void
that I would cross
to be with you
if you could read my thoughts
you might connect the dots
if I could find a way
I would come out and say
I love you
there is a time
in a perfect life
for you to leave
and say good bye
if you could HOLD my hand
walk with me in the sand
if you could read my mind
I think that you would find
I love you
if you could read my thoughts
you might connect the dots
if I could find a way
I would come out and say
I love you
if you could hold my hand
walk with me in the sand
if you could read my mind
I think that you would find
I LOVE you
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5. |
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I turned on the evening news
cuz I didn’t want to hear the truth
numbers are rising fast
how on earth will I ever last?
everything is gonna change
nothing will remain the same
I don’t want to leave you alone
but they’re telling me I have to go
everyone is gonna change
no one will remain the same
if there’s anybody left
I ran down an empty street
dreams broken at my feet
I’m sorry but I had to ask
it’s hard to tell behind your MASK
everything is gonna change
nothing will remain the same
I don’t know the reason why
but they’re telling me you have to die
everyone is gonna change
no one will remain the same
if there’s anybody left
everything is gonna change
nothing will remain the same
I don’t want to leave you ALONE
but they’re telling me I’ve got to go
everyone is gonna change
no one will remain the same
if there’s anybody left
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6. |
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last week was a rough year
lock down in the same place
no one knows you’re scowling
with a cover on half your face
there’s a killer on a rampage
headlong on a murder binge
caught up in the outrage
you must be coming unhinged
last week was a rough year
stark mad in a lock down
no light at the end of the tunnel
no breathing underground
last week was a rough year
last week was the toughest of years
yesterday was a rough month
upstream in a river of tears
there’s a killer on the bikeway
headlong over handle bars
knife out for a quick slash
deep cuts and a million scars
last week was a rough year
chained up in a lock down
you won’t ever stop fighting back
until you’re UNDERground
last week was a rough year
last week was the roughest of years
last week was a rough year
upstream in a river of tears
last week was a rough year
last week was a rough year
last week was a rough year
upstream in a RIVER of tears
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7. |
so cold
03:55
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I find it hard to sleep now
with spirals in my mind
gasping for a final breath
lights flash before my eyes
frost on the window
blind in the snow
you reach out to touch me
you make me feel so so so so COLD
trapped inside these four walls
talking to myself
quite the captive audience
pictures on the shelf
DUST on the window
blind in the snow
you reach out to touch me
you make me feel so so so so COLD
you make me feel cold
you make me feel cold
you know you make me feel COLD
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8. |
cemetery lost and found
04:16
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blinking like an outage
have you any feeling left?
other than despair?
is this really better than death?
fly into darkness
at the speed of light
fall into sunset
at the drop of night
destination underground
at the cemetery LOST and found
god is yelling at me
in a language I don’t understand
fly into darkness
at the speed of light
fall into sunset
at the drop of night
fly into darkness
at the speed of light
fall into sunset
at the drop of night
fly into darkness
at the speed of light
fall into sunset
at the DROP of night
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9. |
downslope
04:49
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I used to have a life
as a haberdasher
I spent my evenings as a
vapid party crasher
and now the store is closed
the jackets gather dust
we all got sick inside
pauper to the upper crust
DOWNslope
we fought the good fight
with a broken microscope
DOWNslope
we ran uphill
and now we’re running out of hope.
I used to spend the day
fretting over sizes
but now a microscopic storm
slowly rises
I can’t take anymore
anymore of this
I need you in my arms
I need your lips to kiss
DOWNslope
we fought the good fight
with a broken microscope
DOWNslope
who took the safety net
from below the tightrope?
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10. |
please save me
04:30
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I’m looking for a signal
that everything is gonna change
stuck inside a dream
where my vision is so deRANGed
no one has an answer
I don’t know where the problem lies
so I am reaching out to you
to see if we can harmonize
I want you to save me
I want you to save me
I want you to kill the pain
help me to live again
I want you to save me
please save me
standing at the counter
of the cemetery lost and found
but service goes missing when
the help is underGROUND
I want you to save me
I want you to save me
I want you to kill the pain
help me to breathe again
I want you to save me
please save me
I want you to save me
I want you to save me
I want you to kill the pain
help me to LIVE again
I want you to save me
please save me
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Brahms' Third Racket is a unique alt rock band from Southern California.
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