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At Least
02:00
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Metal Through Skin
03:21
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I was sixteen when I first thought I
Would be better off dead, decomposing alone
I was seventeen when I felt the force of,
Failure and the sting Of metal through skin
I was eighteen when I caught the bug of
Self medication and chemical hugs,
I was nineteen when I realised
I couldn't turn back
I’m lonely again….
So what about me?
What about calling me your family,
Forgiveness and love, despite all the odds?
The last time I came through,
It was a tropical island in an ocean of clues,
That I’m not gonna be, who you want me to be
This is the air that I’m breathing now,
So don’t say sorry, never apologise to me
I was 20 when I first thought you would be better off dead, ruling alone.
21 when you felt the force of failure and the sting of bad ketamine,
Later when I felt the blood, poisoning us and still craving the drugs
I decided to run before you couldn’t turn back
I’m lonely again….
So what about me?
What about calling me your family,
Forgiveness and love, despite all the odds?
The last time I came through,
It was a tropical island in an ocean of clues,
That I’m not gonna be, who you want me to be
This is the air that I’m breathing now,
So don’t say sorry, never apologise to me
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3. |
A / B Testing
02:46
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We stood at the gates and held hands in silence,
Blinked back the tears and walked the path ahead,
From window to wall, evil surrounded us,
Screams of pain still echoed in our heads
And every single picture was greyscale high contrast,
And every single moment more painful than the last
A/B Testing Our Lives Away
We stared at the train tracks that stretched forever,
The scale of the place, just made us feel alone,
A promise to be, better than our fathers,
Was made on the day, never to be lost,
And every single picture was greyscale high contrast,
And every single moment more painful than the last
A/B Testing Our Lives Away
Somebody once told me nobody’s going to save your soul
If you won’t help yourself
But they’re not here right now so let’s all go to hell
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Commission
02:23
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They shut your eyes, They’ve been telling you lies,
They said everything’s alright, everything’s gonna be alright,
I grew up thinking equality, was a right not a luxury,
Now the pay gaps are showing, racism is growing,
And we’re punching out and down in the name of security,
You’d make a great concentration camp guard
You’d make a great concentration camp guard
Is this we what we get, swimming in shit, Forever because we just can’t grip,
That if we don’t fight, we may as well die, We may as well just admit we’re blind,
To the ultimate doom we sleepwalk towards with our headphones in, for the sake of a new,
Shinier distraction from the prison we construct in the gloom
What a media coup, what a corporate zoo,
The commons have become, the people are stunned,
They think they’re reading the news,
Don’t you assume, that we’re immune,
From genocidal leaders that would kill their own believers,
If they got a commission, they’re all on a mission
You’d make a great concentration camp guard,
You’d make a great concentration camp guard
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Violent Gods
03:11
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In that room, in that white white room
We sat wide eyed,
And I told you that I lied
I lied and I lied and I lied,
And soon, you’ll forget I even lived,
Or I had a heart to give, I tried
I tried and I tried and I tried
If they ever come for me, I’ll turn and run,
Take the high road back to where I’m from
Our queen is a jewel thief and a benefit cheat, and our gods are violent
I’ve made mistakes I’ll die regretting,
My soul’s been compromised,
In that truth, we revealed a fatal flaw,
That you might as well just shut the door,
Cos there’s no one coming here,
And soon, we’ll part ways with a kiss,
And a broken promise, will sever this tired,
Tie that we tied in our time,
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Tom Aylott England, UK
Noisemaker based in the South West of England.
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