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Reset
03:49
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Break the shell, break the spell
Game over
I only want to try again
Play harder
Dig dig dig just a bit deeper, a little deeper
I’m getting tired of the same old endings
Waiting for the midnight train
Oh tell me, could we start over again?
Same old places, same sad faces
Standing in the pouring rain
Oh tell me, could we start over again?
Break the shell, break the spell
Game over
I'm only gonna die again
Don't surrender
I know you know I never back down
All the way through darkness
My lonely heart shined night and day
See these eyes they are the limit
Dead inside, reset, you can do it
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2. |
Embers In The Dark
05:59
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Just like embers glowing in the dark
Shattered glass at the bottom of the sea
A pilgrim keeping up the pace along the track
A drop of water where the oceans used to seethe
We gather around the fire in the dead of night
Then we shake, we dance together in circles
Twists and turns, a challenge on our path
Moons have already seen blood brothers become rivals
We gather dusty books no one can really read
Tales of love, hatred, respect and devotion
Oh, we do grow fast, then we run to seed
Drawing poisoned water from the well of salvation
Last drop of water in the ruthless desert sun
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Flatline
03:45
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Hold your head up high
Try not to fall asleep at the wheel
It's a long, long way down
Straight into the sun
Driving wide open
The farthest I can run
Dying to reach the horizon
Dust to dust, bones to ashes
Tired out rusty horses
Time brings low all the good things
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4. |
Beat The Retreat
04:13
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Tell me that you've lost your faith
I'll build a church with my bare hands
Ask me if it’s about to rain
I'll say a prayer for a hurricane
Foul your own nest
Just do what you do best
No I don't owe you
You know the way out
Was it all worth it?
Why don’t you beat the retreat
Get lost in the desert for days
I'll spill water on the floor
Fight me I’ll let you win the war
So you'll have trained for nothing
No I don't owe you
You know the way out
Was it all worth it?
Get up and beat the retreat
No I don’t own you
There ain’t no easy way out
When it’s not worth it
Time to beat the retreat
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5. |
Black Feathers
04:30
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Listen to the silence
That’s how dead birds sing
They have so much to say
I kneel on that road
Covered with feathers
And I curse this day
Dancing in deadly murmurations
Hundreds of birds fall from the sky
Dancing in deadly murmurations
Diving face first, dropping down like leaves
Never sorry for themselves
Wild and free birds plucked from the air
You are that black dog
Sniffling their wings
Plucking their blooded feathers
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6. |
The Masquerade
04:03
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Stacks of diamonds inside private ivory towers
Blood swirls spinning into glasses of pure water
Watch us shaking hands, rolling the loaded dice
The old clan sharing the same cup of vice
Breastfed with the sour milk of hate
Blood red skies above and beyond our fate
Lives wasted, harvested and buried in the sand
He who steals a pin steals a pound every now and then
Watch us shaking hands, warmest congratulations
Once our shadows gone hits the illusion
What you see is what they get
We move as pawns in a much bigger game
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7. |
Grapevines
03:43
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Just say whatever you want, anything at all, spit it out once and for all
I don't mind because I already know the truth and its’ lies, the knots and the ties
You’d better make it right
We have seen the signs
(We want) nothing but the truth, nothing, nothing
It's their fault, I ain't the one to blame, they're all the same, saying they're all the same
I'm safe, and I must be thinking straight, I use copper shielding to protect my brain
You’d better make it right
We’ve heard it through the grapevines
It's all fake, and it's flat
A plastic playground crowded with copycats
Face your fears, check the facts
Know the truth, it's all a lie
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The Colder The Better
04:16
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With a smell of revenge floating into the air
The city echoed like a never ending nightmare
It certainly was cold and tough to stay on the track
The kind of scene where a man gets shot three times in the back
The colder the better
There’s a big storm coming
So many souls out there, living in hope
Resting by their campfires, all ears to the stories told
Today enemies walk together countless speechless miles
Gunshots sometimes break the silence by the icy river sides
Men are seen lying dead cold on the ground
Just a couple of days after shooting their partners down
I wish I had eyes in the back of my head
Life gave me a faithful heart instead
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9. |
Keep Up Until It Bleeds
04:31
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Out of reach, out of sight
Burning bridges, stealing time
I’ve tried so hard to split the great divide
Expecting shooting stars to collide
I'd fly like a cannonball scattering grief through the mist
I've worn the crown of thorns, treated myself like a beast
I’ve tried aiming through bullet holes to shake off the disease
You've heard it all before : "Keep up until it bleeds"
Swallow the pill, flush it down
Bury the hatchet and melt the crown
Time's a waistin’, I'm all tore down
Been runnin' round in circles, roaming around town
I've been the first, and I've been the last
Chasing shadows from the past
Led by the thirst, conquests and desires
I can’t beat the shadows that I cast
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