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Love and Hate
04:27
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Love and Hate
SCREAM AND SHOUT, WE ALWAYS KNOW HOW, DON’T KNOW WHY BUT WE FIGHT ABOUT IT
WE GO ON, DAYS AND NIGHTS, DAYS LATER WE FORGET ABOUT IT
HATE AND LOVE
HATE AND LOVE
YEARS GO BY
DAYS AND NIGHTS
LOVE AND HATE THEY SEEM THE SAME
YEARS AND YEARS IT’S BEEN LIKE THIS, GOOD TIMES, BAD TIMES THEY ALL BLEND IN
I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE I SHOULD DO, SCREAM AND SHOUT, AND LIGHTS OUT
HATE AND LOVE
HATE AND LOVE
YEARS GO BY
DAYS AND NIGHTS
LOVE AND HATE THEY SEEM THE SAME
BROKEN HEARTS, AND TEARS OF PAIN, LOVE AND HATE THEY SEEM THE SAME
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Sky
02:07
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SKY
TOLD HER BABY ITS ABOUT TO GET CRAZY, SHE SAID LET'S STRAP OURSELVES IN AND WE JUMPED OFF INTO THE CLOUDS, THOUGHT WE COULDN'T GET ANY HIGHER AND WE LAUGHED LOUDER AND LOUDER, YEAH WE LAUGHED LOUDER AND LOUDER
AS WE FELL THROUGH THE SKY, WE NEVER REACH THE GROUND WANTED STAY HIGH, FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES
I LOST MY SIGHT AND I FORGOT MY PLACE, AND I COULDN'T FIND MY WAY BACK TO YOUR CHAMBER ORCHESTRA LAST I LOOKED I WAS IN A DARK PLACE AND THE LIGHT GOT DIMMER FARTHER AS I CRAWLED OUTSIDE YOUR HEART
AND INTO THE DARK I BLED MY SOUL OUT, NEVER LOOKED INTO YOUR BRIGHT BLUE EYES AGAIN, DIDN’T FEEL A SCRATCH FROM YOUR RED NAILS EVER AGAIN. AND I MISS THE PAIN BECAUSE I CAN’T FEEL ANYMORE
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Lion
03:16
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LION
THE WILD FULFILLS ME, IT BUILDS UP TILL I PASS OUT
RUNNING IN PLACE AND NEVER GET ANYWHERE
AS MY MEMORY VINES GROW WICKEDLY BROWN AND GREEN
THE LION KIPS IN ISOLATION, HE HAS NO RECOLLECTION
THE LION KIPS IN ISOLATION, NIGHTMARES DON'T EXIST IN HIS MIND
I COULD TASTE THE PAIN IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT
CAN'T GRASP FOR AIR BUT IT KEEPS ME ALIVE TO TRY
SLOW SUFFOCATION THROUGH THE DARKNESS IN THE NIGHT
THE LION KIPS IN ISOLATION HE HAS NO RECOLLECTION
THE LION KIPS IN ISOLATION, NIGHTMARES DON'T EXIST IN HIS MIND
A SMILE AND A LAUGH I WILL BE OKAY, PAIN WILL SET ME FREE
IN THE THICKNESS OF THESE METAL CLOUDS I SPIT SILVER BULLETS
FROM MY MOUTH
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Solace
02:19
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SOLACE
IM TALKING TO THE DEAD AGAIN
IN MY NIGHTMARES THEY SPEAK TO ME
THEIR EYES I CANNOT SEE
BUT I KNOW THEY ARE LOOKING AT ME
BLACK PEARLS FILL THE SOCKETS OF THEIR ROTTING SKULLS
THEY GLOW IN THE NIGHT WITH THE MOON LIGHT
THEIR TEETH FALL OUT ONE BY ONE
THEY SPEAK A LANGUAGE I CAN NOT READ
THE LANGUAGE OF THE DEAD
IS NOT FOR THE LIVING
BUT I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE SAYING AND WHAT THEY ARE
GRIEVING THEY COMFORT ME WITH THEIR PAIN AND SOLACE MY
DYING SOUL
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Anymore
03:04
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ANYMORE
YOU TALK ABOUT HOW IT’S ALL, TIGHT BUT WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT EVERY SCREW IS LOOSE. THE SQUEAKY WHEEL GETS THE GREASE, THE BROKEN SOUL GETS THE SHORT STICK. DON’T TALK ABOUT TOGETHERNESS, WHEN APART WE LIE TO OURSELVES.
DON’T TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR
(NOOOOOOOOOO)
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW
DON’T LISTEN TO WHAT OTHER SAY, I DON’T CARE
(NOOOOOOOOOO)
DON’T TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR
(NOOOOOOOOOO)
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW, I DON’T WANT TO BE AROUND
ANYMORE
I DON’T BELONG AND I SIT AROUND CONTEMPLATING THE GROUND I STAND ON. BUT I’M STUBBORN AND ALONE, AND LIFE’S JUST PASSING BY, SAYING THAT EVERYTHING IS FINE.
DON’T TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR
(NOOOOOOOOOO)
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW
DON’T LISTEN TO WHAT OTHER SAY, I DON’T CARE
(NOOOOOOOOOO)
DON’T TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR
(NOOOOOOOOOO)
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW, I DON’T WANT TO BE AROUND
ANYMORE
DON’T TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR
(DON'T' WANT TO BE AROUND YOU ANYMORE)
DON’T LISTEN TO WHAT OTHER SAY
(DON'T' WANT TO BE AROUND YOU ANYMORE)
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La Muerte
01:52
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LA MUERTE
LA MUERTE ME BUSCA EN MIS SUEÑOS
ME ENCONTRARA EN EL BOSQUE DE LA REALIDAD
ME QUIERE LLEVAR Y ME QUIERE ADORAR
LA MUERTE ME QUIERE MATAR
EN LA NOCHE MI VA ATRAPAR
EN LA NOCHE LA MUERTE MI VA ATRAPAR
ENAMORADO YO QUIERO ESTAR, ENAMORADO VOY ACABAR
LA MUERTE ME BUSCA EN MIS SUEÑOS
ME ENCONTRARA EN EL BOSQUE DE LA REALIDAD
ME QUIERE LLEVAR Y ME QUIERE ADORAR
LA MUERTE ME QUIERE MATAR
VOY A VIVIR CON LA ALMA MUERTA
QUE PRONTO TENDRÉ ETERNIDAD
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Darkside
03:40
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DARKSIDE
TAKE ME TO THE DARKSIDE OF THE MOON, WHERE I CAN ROAM FREE AND NEVER BE SEEN
IT’S HOLLOW AND IT’S COLD LIKE THE BOTTOM OF MY SOUL, FROM THERE I WILL HALT THE WAVES IN THE OCEAN
THEY HAVE DROWNED MY TEARS LONG ENOUGH AND RIVERS OF TEARS WILL FLOW FROM THE DARKSIDE, YOU’LL NEVER SEE MY TEARS CASCADE,
LIKE A VILLAIN I’VE SURRENDERED TO THE NIGHT, LIKE A VILLAIN I’VE SUBMITTED TO THE DARK
EVERYDAY WILL BE LIKE NIGHT TIME, YOU CAN’T SEE YOUR TROUBLES IN THE DARK
ENSNARE A SHOOTING STAR TO THE DARKSIDE OF THE MOON
LIKE A PRINCE I WANT TO FLY AWAY, ON A SHOOTING STAR
I’LL ENSNARE YOUR EYES SO YOU COULD SEE YOURSELF ON MY WAY OUT
NOT EVEN YOUR ACHING SOUL CAN SAVE YOU NOW
YOUR ACHING SOUL CAN’T HURT ME NOW
AND IF I SHOULD DIE, TONIGHT WILL BE JUST RIGHT
WHEN THE MOON FILLS HALF THE SKY
A GLORIOUS ORCHESTRATED DANCE IN THE SEA OF TIDES
(I DIE)
OF THE MOON
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Been There
02:33
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BEEN THERE
IF I SAID I’M SORRY WOULD YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND
THE MORE I THINK ABOUT IT, IT’S THE SAME OL LINE
THIS TIME YOU SET OUT TO EVEN THE SCORE
BUT IT DIDN’T HIT ME TILL I SAW YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR
MY ICE COLD HEART HAS HIT THE FLOOR ONCE MORE
HALF THE TIME, I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT FOR
IF YOU LOVE HER YOU GOTTA LET HER GO
TO SOMEONE ELSE'S ARMS HER SMILE WILL GLOW
BEEN THERE BEFORE ONCE OR TWICE
I LOST THE COUNT, I LOST MY TEARS, I LOST MY LIFE
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Lost Dead Chicago, Illinois
Lost Dead breaking through the trends and genres. Don't try to fit Lost Dead into your categories just let the dark melodic
chords and pounding beats shake your bones. You will find elements of 80's post punk to 90's shoegaze and melodic Punk/Oi.
Born from the burning ashes of pioneering Pilsen and Little Village (Chicago) punk bands of the early 90's and 00's, such as, Pkdores and Eske
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