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Plain Sight
01:18
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I come from the land of fear and doubt
Indecision is my middle name
I love to pretend that I’m standing proud
And nothing can put me to shame
There is value in words that I say
See me from my best side
Time slowly ticking away
And I won’t carry a burden inside
Deception is hiding in plain sight
I’m one with the gods of duplicity
At my best when I look up and smile
I’m counting on your simplicity
When I strike you with splendor and style
There is meaning in what I proclaim
Breathing space, salvation
The obvious matter of course
I master the art of deceit
My contempt is hiding in plain sight
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A Thousand Shots
01:15
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I can’t remember anything we agreed to forget
The best of times we’d regret
When I thought everything you said
There was so much that we could learn
Unconcerned
A thousand shots
That’s what it took to get me started
Disconnect the dots
Only to join the disregarded
And from the moment I tried to miss
How many ways can you fail to resist
Stuck in the waiting room
Hoping to end on a higher ground
When you’re lost you will be found
A thousand shots
That’s what it took to get me started
Disconnect the dots
Only to join the disregarded
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3. |
Left
02:20
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What’s your excuse to claim that you’re not dumb
When you can’t but beat on the same old drum
Yes, you disagree
Sometimes vegan and you drown in herbal tea
The voice of reason
Out of season
And you will sell your soul for the skeleton key
How we vote won’t alter reality
When they know that it’s all about constancy
Reason all you like
It’s plain psychology
And you will never turn the tide
It’s water in the well
Another parallel
And we can only voice we disagree
You try to be more left than me
Better just safe, not sorry
Displaying no guts, all glory
Don’t get me wrong
I know we do belong in a better place
Where we all can do hippie shit
Avoid all hypocrites
It’s nothing you and I will have a right to
You try to be more left than me
Better just safe, not sorry
Displaying no guts, all glory
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Down, and you’re slowly getting up
You’ll never know where that came from, you’ve been
around, not used to being stopped
And you have just found out that some will disagree
Not everyone thinks just like you
Never mind, they must be wrong
Didn’t get the point, they need you to
Reason why they should go along
The need to understand that your thinking will prove
This world to be a better place
You can’t blame everything on your tradition
The sad face you pulled won’t get recognition
No good
So maybe you should
Pick up the pieces
Get back to where you once belonged
We all should follow what you do
Repeating endlessly, a kind of faith
Something deep inside of you
You’ve found a stage where you make friends who can relate
There’s no room for a different view
You can’t blame everything on your tradition
The sad face you pulled won’t get recognition
No good
So maybe you should
Pick up the pieces
Get back to where you once belonged
You made it hard to get back where you once belonged
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5. |
Close To Me
01:57
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I’ve been trying to avoid you and the ones you call your friends
As gracious as I can: I’ll fucking hate you till the end
Please meet my expectations
You’re miles away yet still too close
Miles away yet still too close
Miles away yet still so close to me
Should you consider inviting me to one of your mistakes
I would rather die a slow death in a great bubonic plague
Applying moderation
You’re miles away yet still too close
Miles away yet still too close
Miles away yet still so close to me
Even when you’re not here you spoil the atmosphere
The air we breathe
Insanity intoxication prove beyond a doubt that
You’re miles away yet still too close
Miles away yet still too close
Miles away yet still so close to me
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6. |
Casket Base
01:57
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Should you go
Today
Now there’s nothing left to say
I’d be looking back on everything that’s been
Though we tried
To turn
There’s a lot we didn’t learn
Only celebrate the times in between
Step down
Erase
Bring out the casket base
There are things you'd better end before they grow
Days of old
Renewed
Conflicting points of view that never
Seemed to take a turn for the better
You’re shitfaced
And displaced
When the jester takes a bow and leaves the stage
Distaste
A total waste of everything that’s been
A time to clear the scene and look back on what’s been
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7. |
Blind Leading Blind
01:21
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They’re marching through the streets again
With more than thoughts and prayers
Let the fun begin
When their freedom comes to mind
It’s the blind leading the blind
A nationwide anxiety
Stand by your god given morality
Couldn’t care less about your point of view
Ask what anyone can do for you
The ruler and the savior of genesis, too
The traveling medicine show renewed
When their freedom comes to mind
It’s the blind leading the blind
They’re marching through the streets a-
They’re marching through the streets
They’re marching through the streets again
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It’s about time we evaluate the need for a human habitat
We’ve lost our chance, every song and dance
The only shot we’ve ever had
We pretty much know what’s about to happen in the end
While beating round the bushes more and more goes round the bend
Still pretend
What we broke will mend
Living in a mad, mad world
We’ll choke before we gain control
Living in a mad mad world
Hell bent to lose it all
Can you tell me how they’re going to find the somewhere in between
They know this place is burning but they can’t stop the machine
Rely on gods or science to rebuild what you designed
Our offspring will detest us for knowingly being blind
Fall behind
Out of our fucking minds
Living in a mad, mad world
We’ll choke before we gain control
Living in a mad mad world
Hell bent to lose it all
Good to know they’re going for a slower burn
Pretend to hold the cards and have control
Ignore the weight of their responsibility
Living in a mad, mad world
We’ll choke before we gain control
Living in a mad mad world
Hell bent to lose it all
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9. |
Gabrielle
02:14
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Whispering sheds
Light on what they tried to burn
Words no one said
Rumor mills that slowly turn
Almost certain there was no easy escape
Silent screams of smoke and fire yet no one dared
Sheltered by the cross, one we all must bear
How to make one disappear
Left without a trace
No one answers
Been gone for days
No one seems to question how or why
The sky fell
Father of lies
What’s another perfect crime
Penance implies
Mercy till the end of time
When there’s only silence to be heard
No one answers, no one dares to say a word
Left without a trace
No one answers
Been gone for days
No one seems to question how or why
The sky fell
Death knell
The bells resound for Gabrielle
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Piece In Your Soul
02:08
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Thoughts and bitter lines
That you bought but can’t be sold
There will always be another story to be told
One more mile
One more reason not to smile
Satisfy the need that leaves you cold
Broke down in the end
The revolution you once served, you once swore to defend
You disagreed
Refused to feel the warmth of peace in your soul
You stand and bleed
And wonder how the years have gone without making you whole
Raging through the tide
And this will only hit the poor
You will try to change but you can’t change this anymore
Set this straight
Your ideals are losing weight
Can’t remember what you’re fighting for
You disagreed
Refused to feel the warmth of peace in your soul
You stand and bleed
And wonder how the years have gone without making you whole
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11. |
The Best Of You
03:08
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I’m glad we weren’t really close more frequently
A growing failure to communicate and so we
Reached a point where we finally didn’t like each other anymore
Please never explain what held you back and how
I didn’t see it coming (and that still makes you proud!)
There’s no need to try and save what never was worth saving before
I have never found the best of you
Somewhere between a memory and a doubtful truth
I have never found the best of you
I lowered expectations, seems like, endlessly
A ruin to reflect the end result perfectly
You can stay so I can go as far away as possible from here
I have never found the best of you
Somewhere between a memory and a doubtful truth
I have never found the best of you
And slowly sour, a bit more every day
The argument got bigger every hour
The room too small, not big enough for two
And in the end there’s always hell to pay
Down with the one who’s been stepped on
We can’t have mercy here
Let’s just make it clear that
Final decisions will be all mine to make
No more give or take
You see, I go by higher morality
You have no right to disagree
I have never found the best of you
Somewhere between a memory and a doubtful truth
I have never found the best of you
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12. |
The Waiting
04:02
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Making profit, constantly
Closer to the place we want to be
Forever going up
Up
Making more room, faithfully
Move in the same direction without ever getting
There
Anywhere
Just as long
As we can make fortunes
Make this world go ‘round like never before
It’s been here for so long
Sometimes broken, still creating
We can’t be too far gone
Overrating
Seasons change and so do we
Making someone else responsible for everything we suffocate
We’ll recreate all
Once we have learned
How to crawl
How to walk and now we’re making
Giant steps for all
(What have we learned so far?
We’ll wish upon a star
We have been waiting for improvement)
This field is now overgrown, too
Where, when, how? I’ll ignore the where, when, how
Against your better judgment we will stay on course
We’ll erase ourselves, we have learned really well
It’s been here for so long
Sometimes broken, still creating
We can’t be too far gone
Overrating
Seasons change and so do we
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F.O.D. is a four piece Belgian punkrock band.
The band is notorious for its catchy vocal harmonies and short melodic songs, all wrapped in their own authentic sound.
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