1. |
Blame
03:15
|
|||
in years of hate, I learned a great deal of nothing
after years of acting I became a politician
after midnight I became your ghost
in one moment I discovered the world
the kids are playing soldiers in the street
while the dictator plays with his swings
the business man breaks the world
while the best man breaks his back
don't look ad me man
I don't hold the truth
we all have a choice
how did you get so lost?
no one speaks the truth
during nine to five
it's just a policy
the rest is up to you
|
||||
2. |
Bullets
03:15
|
|||
Thank you for hurt me babe.
I broke your heart while breaking my own.
Can't handle all this freedom
I stole all your secrets so I won't be alone.
But you never told me the truth, so I made up my own.
And I watched it grow end grow in to a world of it own.
I never thought you would use real bullets
to shoot at the mob in me.
|
||||
3. |
Stranger
02:36
|
|||
just another stranger
always afraid to be wrong
you spend your whole life running
it's just a matter of time now before you fade away
locked up in the mad house dont trust your faith
there all barking like dogs at everything that moves
I've got another theory I dont have to proof
I dont have to proof a goddamn thing
does it really have to make sense
I can give you what you need
and one of these days I will be in your dreams
|
||||
4. |
Fight the unknown
01:58
|
|||
my life is like a broken mirror
all those pieces are staring back at me
now its time to start a war end fight all those anxieties
just a few steps closer
and I will prove them wrong about gravity
I ain't gonna stop before I hit the bottom
hit the bottom and lose everything
We're just a bunch of social insects
there aint no right or wrong
and I dont really give a fuck
I ve you kill them al
I know hitting your self ain't easy
butt there's no better remedy
I'll make mistake after mistake
to prove myself I'm really free
|
Streaming and Download help
Wanderlust recommends:
If you like Wanderlust, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp