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Slave of my neurosis
This inner pain, my psychosis
This permanent hate haunts me
I’m the shadow of the person, I’ve dreamt to be
Suffering smile hides some files
My fate breaks down, I’m alone
Feel pain once in a while
In my head it rains all the time
Destroying my joy
I won’t take back what you’ve stolen
Prepare your soul
Growing up where monotony reigns
No more self doubt; outlast
Modern life is war
I’ve been left in the wind to die in the dust
I no longer answer to anyone,
focus on my pain
I’m rising from the depths of my own hell
Inner rage, spreading in me for a long time
Hiding behind lots of life’s pages
Invade myself at every step
Crawling through obscurity to see my wasted life
Go away, dwell on the past, it’s harder to look ahead
Rock bottom it’s a beautiful start
I scream my rage in thick darkness
I will be fine on my own
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My Own God
02:54
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What's down in the dark will remain there
the darkness will be the maze of my life
happiness can seem unfair
on my road full of strives
any redemption, any reflection
give and take, decided by my fate
any master, any liar, any father
choose to live a life that's harder
My voice is broken
A single voice unspoken
on my way of my lonyliness
my scream seems useless
kill me, i command it
i am angry against this world
take a bite, you may like the taste of it
Only I can judge me
I am my own god
Alone in my doubts i'll give you a shout
in this nil, i coudn't find my way out
follow my road, i'm in for a rough ride
follow my road, alone in my doubts
follow my road, i coudn't find my way out
i'm ridding high...
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Harmfull Pessimism
02:06
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Show yourself, nervous wreck
Thinking you could slip through the net
As if your life were a big check
Not being able to pay back these debts
On deck, you looking at respect
Life is a succession of black days
Being happy? You know the rules of the game you play.
Keep on saying, when we die, we will all be going the same way.
Living half of your life, throwing the rest away.
Give what's left to people of these days.
Please show me this madness, no reason
Support this world, it’s treason
Maybe you have another action
Pessimism ‘n depression are no solutions
There is no destruction.
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We absorb everything. The awesome beauty of the nebula from which our pain was born to the black hole in which our integrity sank. The graceful agony of our destiny, sums up the lewd thoughts of humanity. I spit on you, deadly cults of the personal interest. Curious and scared by my own existence. The reflect of hope inspired by our hate only enlightning the poverty we live in, and In which I don’t recognize myself.
Disconnected from this world. Those days are already my memories. Emerging from my sad thoughts. On a planet unable to carry the weight of our passion. Revolted by the muffling complaints. Making ourselves people unable to hear, to see the waste we made of our life.
The shadow gliding on the glorious blackness of my life embellishing my hollow live. Dictated by people preaching meaningless words creating a fake cloud breaking above our heads. Soaked, walking in the dark
looking to satisfy my insatiable desire of pain.
I'm hoping for no indulgence, and i accept the burden to belong to this world. It will be destroyed by our own stupidity, and hopefully our actions
will vanish by the movements of the tides. Only our arrogance will remain in our bones.
We Are The Definition Of The End
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