1. |
We Are Antisocial
01:44
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I find it hard to concentrate with the voices in my head,
they creep and crawl and after all they help me up instead,
a man walks in and stands up tall, he asks if I am dead,
I said “No, but let me tell you about the friends inside my head”.
Don’t learn it from me,
Ive got no manners and no ability
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2. |
Story Teller
02:22
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You’re a cheat and a story teller,
You’ve been everything under the sun,
and we are going out tonight,
for the first time in a long long time,
so make some room.
I’ve listened, and shrugged off all the lies,
yet when I talk to you your interest fades and dies.
call me a dickhead, when I’m looking out for you,
“Lets take it outside” you said, like the hard man you are.
what a long ol’ fucking night,
I will put up my two fingers
so make some room
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3. |
Attention
03:08
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what on earth is that sound coming from inside the club?
it sounds like the same thing that they’re doing in the other clubs.
I get bored of it, I get bored of you, i get tired of hearing that same old shit,
singing covers and playing folk songs, you’re just a sheep desperate to find your feet.
CAN I GET YOUR ATTENTION,
I NEED YOUR ATTENTION.
can you see me jumping in front of you?
can you see me ahead of you?
I NEED YOUR ATTENTION.
what on earth is that sound coming from inside the club?
it sounds like a fucking cat being strangled and beat with a bat.
call me cocky, call me brave, i will never behave,
im passionate an accident waiting to happen,
ohhh let me go let me go let me go.
CAN I GET YOUR ATTENTION,
I NEED YOUR ATTENTION.
can you see me jumping in front of you?
can you see me ahead of you?
I NEED YOUR ATTENTION.
I’m not like you,
you’re not like me,
have you got clue,
what its like to be,
in the situation that I’m in?
I felt alive,
I felt alone,
no not tonight,
i dont mean to moan.
the fear of failure clouds my mind.
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4. |
No Manners
01:12
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is it hard to understand or realise that romance never dies?
the thoughts that fly around my mind become the reasons that I always cry.
don’t learn it from me,
I’ve got no manners and no ability,
to keep myself calm enough before I burst a vessel of hostility,
I like to love her hate free mind and pretend my life is full of positivity.
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5. |
Enemy to Society
02:26
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I’ve just learned how to walk,
show me how to load a gun,
if they don’t agree,
then shoot them in the head
every last one until they’re dead.
you seem pretty nice,
but i need some advice,
I don’t believe in christ,
i don’t believe you’re right,
an enemy to society?
or a mind with a bit of variety?!
its a price to pay.
be the opposition,
we don’t have the money
but a good tradition.
the blood on my hands you see,
aint no shakespere ill tell you,
i cried and cried my self to sleep,
but you told me thats how it is.
Ive just learned how to kill
show me how to get to sleep,
will it ever end?
I don’t think so.
what a mistake that I’ve become
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6. |
Orange Face, Orange Name
02:25
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Once upon a time,
when I was sixteen,
I met a girl who made me think that she really loved me,
but while we were together,
which was a long two years,
she fucked about a hundred guys,
and killed me mentally.
Orange face, orange name.
where is my deodorant?
I think there is a ghost,
oh no wait it was just you,
breathing it all in,
I dread to think the secrets,
that were all kept from me,
you drug infested fucking bitch,
you nearly ended me,
Orange face, orange name.
I was so naive,
I was a feather in your breeze,
you put your hand across my face,
so I could barely breathe,
the last train home,
bought a glimmer of hope,
but thinking about tomorrow made it hard for me to cope.
Orange face, orange name.
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7. |
Riots in the Streets
02:34
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riots in the streets to prevent more violence,
politics through the social network,
sirens break the deafening silence,
angry kids wound up like clockwork,
in amongst the bloodshed out comes a white flag,
stained and torn like the world we live in,
kicked to the ground or stabbed on the pavement,
thats what happens when you try and make peace in this,
VICIOUS NATION.
don’t be victimised,
I won’t be victimised,
Improvements need to be made in the world,
but it’ll never happen with the girls, and boys,
opinionated, dogmatism, narcissistic, avaricious
build them up and shoot them down,
leave them all to burn in fibster town
don’t be victimised,
I won’t be victimised,
They can shoot us,
they can bomb us,
they can terrorise us,
But they will never divide us
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8. |
Somebody
02:00
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I’m so desperate to fit in,
cut me up so I am thin,
I wanna be,
somebody.
those in films and on TV,
yeah thats who I want to be.
I wanna be,
somebody.
give me drugs that make me thin,
make me pretty with nice skin.
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9. |
White Lies
02:50
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I wear a black shirt every day,
I give a fake smile every day,
learn to bite my tongue around you,
white lies,
is what I will give to you,
when you look at me with those eyes
white lies,
are floating around the room
back and forward to you and me,
I’m sick of hearing your shit,
and you will never admit,
that you’re a fucking liar,
white lies,
is what I will give to you,
when you look at me with those eyes
white lies,
are floating around the room
back and forward to you and me,
don’t come in here,
anymore,
I’m sick of seeing your face in here,
you pathetic waste of skin.
white lies,
white lies are not for me.
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10. |
You Died
03:08
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wet hair.
black eyes.
I saw you there
the passenger cries
You died in my head.
wet floor,
busy train.
closed door.
Did you do it after all the pain you caused yourself?
You died in my head.
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11. |
Bad Chemistry
03:07
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The whistle of the train,
gets closer every day,
as I laugh out in pain,
I walk on the tracks again.
But you bring,
anything,
all i need,
to ease the sting.
i found out,
im a liar,
to myself,
multiplier,
of bad chemistry.
My self evaluation,
gets harder every day,
as i wait at the station,
there must be another way,
But you bring,
anything,
all i need,
to ease the sting.
i found out,
im a liar,
to myself,
multiplier,
of bad chemistry.
This might be the end of me,
please don’t say its the only way,
but I stand up tall,
and you hold my hand,
and after all,
you understand.
But you bring,
anything,
all i need,
to ease the sting.
i found out,
im a liar,
to myself,
multiplier,
of bad chemistry.
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12. |
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I'm sick of all the lies,
The war and suicide,
The warning signs collide,
With common sense we hide,
death machines provide,
The life we hate supplied,
With doubt we have inside,
Our choices all denied.
Sit and let them rise,
eaten by the flies,
maggots in my eyes,
so say your last good byes,
as your mother cries,
the world around you dies,
floating to the skies,
and thats your prize
STOP THE VIOLENCE!
STOP THE WAR,
STOP THE FIGHTING
LIVE IN PEACE.
a few years later,
department of failure,
another leader,
becomes a stranger,
look in the mirror,
forget the haters,
make it safer,
and make us matter,
end the war,
don’t slam the door,
what friends are for,
your wife’s a whore,
don’t you dare ignore,
the fact you’re out to score,
the blood is on the floor,
you love it more and more,
STOP THE VIOLENCE!
STOP THE WAR,
STOP THE FIGHTING
LIVE IN PEACE.
We always need to be better than everyone else. But we are one race. We all evolved together. So instead of fighting for your rights, stand up and speak. Lets work together and make this world a better place. Because if not, I’m getting the fuck off this planet.
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13. |
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My mate frank.
He gives me everything,
He gives me pleasure and pain,
He gives me shelter, from the rain,
My mate frank,
He slams the door to all your,
Problems.
Short fuse and you’re the match that,
Lights him. Ohhh...he’s back again.
My mate frank.
My mate frank,
He loses his temper,
He throws his fists into his wardrobe,
Now left with blood stains.
My mate frank.
He is a narcissist,
So many things for me to list,
I’ve got cuts all on my fists.
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