1. |
spineless
01:17
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Planning your future day after day
Depending on money is your only way
The goals you are setting will lead to thin air
You turn a blind eye and still act like you care
Spineless
You get played like a fool
Bend your back and kiss ass like you're used to
Spineless
Will it ever be enough
Turn your head
Whenever things get tough
Swallow your anger
Keep your mouth shut
You're spineless and you have no fucking guts
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leave it behind
01:02
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Tired of listening but never being heard
Always got good advice while getting nothing in return
Sick of caring but always feeling left behind
Whenever I'm in need, it's only you that's on your mind
Thousand reasons to let go
Thousand more to make a move
This was never worth my time
Cut the strings
Move on
Leave it behind
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3. |
transparent
01:28
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Every day a struggle to get by
Fighting to survive, the inner me sacrificed
We live a life defined by your standards,
only consequence is being transparent
We'll never be transparent
We're not taking your judgement
We're proud and we're taking a stand
You will never tell us that we can't
If my outside doesnt fit what’s within
does it mean my life's a fucking sin?
I'm my own judge, I won't ever deny,
I'm done and fucking sick of telling lies
Nobody can tell me what I am or what I ain't
There‘s no definition of being a woman or a man
I stand proud
I won’t be transparent
We'll never be transparent
We're not taking your judgement
We're proud and we're taking a stand
You will never tell us that we can't
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4. |
hostile terrain
01:20
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Just another one to put me in my place
Dare to try and say it straight to my face
I've heard every part of your standard views
Take a deep breath, it's the last thing that you'll do
Better watch your back
Better be prepared
The cover's blown
True colours show
Stepped on hostile terrain
This ain't your hunting ground
and I am not your prey
Now be afraid let's get things straight
You're on hostile terrain
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5. |
disease
01:41
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I am my own disease and I suffer every day
No matter what I do I can't get it out of my head
Another year goes by and here I'm crawling on my knees
Now I know the answer why: I'm still my own disease
Don’t come close
Stay away
Deep inside I know
There's no way out
I'm still my own disease
And there's no cure for me
Counting the seconds
My head about to explode
Drag your hands around my neck
End this sickness make me choke
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6. |
brave front
01:32
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The world keeps turning and I can’t see the direction
Expectations overwhelming, clouding my vision
This is a game that you keep on playing
I'm like a pawn, reacting to your opinion
Everywhere I turn there's someone better than me
I try to keep on running until my feet bleed
In this world you decide: it‘s either do or die
Easiest way to comply is with a heart as cold as ice
The demon in my head is always judging me
Blinding, subsiding, falsified reality
Holding up the hammer, ready to decree
Sentenced to be a person I could never be
Pushing my limits
Feeling dead inside
Searching for a purpose
A way to survive
Too proud to ask for help,
too used to being strong
Putting up a brave front,
but for how long?
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