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Everything’s different, now this time he went all-in. The streetlights are burning, the crowd is surrounding the scene. He sits by a table in the middle of the street, believing that love is the number of keys that hang on his wall, but who loves him? Comparing himself to a rival will bring him false hope, he knows in the end he will lose every friend around him. He’s in it for profit, but profit is what kills him, believing that love is the number of keys that hang on his wall, but who loves him? Love is the number of keys that hang on his wall.
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Everything That You Did
05:11
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Everything that you did was at your expense. For every turn you’ve made; you have lost another friend. Now the smallest bump in the road may feel unsurmountable, but everywhere that you turn you will face a familiar road. I used to cry ‘save me from this youth full of pain’ and you’d say ‘save me if my adulthood is filled with shame’. I see bitter young men by the side of the road, they’re just waiting for a ride to take them home. They’re outside in the sun, where they don’t belong, they gotta get back home to those bitter young wives who can’t break free, they all started at the end of a lifelong dream. They push revolving doors for an exit of sorts, until the day they fold. She cried: ‘change me, I take back all I did to you, if the truth no longer ashamed me’. The bitter truth is a term I connect so easy to youth. No pill, no medicine, could give me back the year I lost while you had turned your back.
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Ships
04:33
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You wanna try, so you wanna try to face the modern faces and find comfort in your lies. You wanna go where nobody goes, you got a list that’s evergrowing, I hope you’ll make the most. This ship is sinking. I’ve made plans for the day, in order to make my escape from another month of sundays. I’ve got places to be, but I’ll forget my promises as the sun falls into the sea.
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Tinboxer
04:27
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I had no choice but to calm down, when they put my memories inside that glass case. I had no choice but to calm down, when they threw my trophies inside a tinbox. My ego turns to tare apart my evil heart, my beating soul refuses to give in. Who set the standards in my life, in the echo of an industry I sell obsolete commodities. Under black neon loneliness hearts are corroding, while I feel moved to the brink of tears. In spite of fatigue I still appear, but only to look for a way out. I had no voice to speak my mind, when they put my trophies inside that glass case. They pushed me to the point of colapse, where I failed my goal to keep on tinboxing.
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La Naive
03:19
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Another moment’s gone, a chance has slipped away. Don’t forget the boy you were, don’t become whoever they want. Let your thoughts determine the road you’ll be taking, overcome your fear of the world; let your mind take control. Don’t mind the bystanders, they’re just standing by, they’re not along for the ride. I’m still dreaming, I’m still holding on. I’m still hoping I don’t turn out right.
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Artless Society Denmark
To make an EP was an attempt to capture an updated sound of Artless Society. This resulted in five songs that, in spite of elements from various genres, stand as a strong expression, with the lyrics using images to reveal the fragile element in basic humanity. ... more
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