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G.O.D
03:40
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G.O.D
You are trying to say that its ok.
I've heard these words before and they are nothing anyway
I’ve hated myself since I was born
I’m caught by my own demons and I’ve been patient for too long
G.O.D
Oh, You believe you can get away with it
With every crime justified by god
No sense of conscience no morality
Sins are absolved and you keep doing wrong
G.O.D
Please promise me that I will never be reborn
Cause I don’t want to be condemned to kneel once more
Please promise me that I will never be reborn
Cause I don’t want to be condemned to kneel once more
If I were God
There wouldn’t be forgiveness
There is no heaven
There is no hell
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Lights to go out
03:04
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Lights to go out
My mind went blank
Another sunset is followed by daybreak
I’m stuck in my personal hell
And my life makes no sense
No one needs me and I need no one
I’m waiting for the lights to go out
No one needs me and I need no one
I’m waiting for
the lights to go out
My brain is like ticking time bomb
It’s too late for me to change the way I go
Maybe I've been dead for a long time
I carry no
No names with no years gone by
….and I need no one
I’m waiting for the lights to go out
No one needs me and I need no one
I’m waiting for
the lights to go out
Lights to go out
Lights to go out
Yeah,
come on.
I don’t need to be rescued
With all my lessons learnt
I’m dead in the water
I feel I still don’t belong
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Needles under nails
03:04
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Drive needles under my nails
You’re not gonna hear any words
It's not gonna be a confession
We’re not gonna rule the world
Drive needles under my nails
Drive needles under my nails
Needles under my nails
Needles under my nails
Drive needles under my nails
There’s nothing new under the sun
It’s not gonna make any difference
We’ve lost our way and never found a new one…
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4. |
Outsiders (feat Nastya)
04:48
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Hey, kid! Do you know how it feels
When the world stands apart
In wait for your failure
In wait for your fault
It’s strikes you down
Just not like the others a black sheep in the herd
Stray out from the crowd, I can't be wrong
This place will never be my home
I'm just a freak hanging out on my own
Blame me, hate me, judge me
I have nothing more to give
Blame me, hate me, judge me
I have nothing more to say
There are the hours I never want back
This is the price I pay for glory
I’m face to face with the hostile world
My fists are clenched in wait for attack
Blame me, hate me, judge me
I have nothing more to give
Blame me, hate me, judge me
I have nothing more to say
This is it kid
I’m just burning the bridges
This is it kid
I’m breaking the chains
This is it kid
I have no regrets
This is it kid
My color is black
And there is no
No turning back
We’re are the outsiders
And we have found a way
We’re the outsiders
And we are here to stay
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