1. |
Schizomom
04:03
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Schizomom
Stuffed with pills
Monster is awake
My soul instantly kills
I wish it'd go away
But it only sleeps
And once it wakes up
Strikes with paranoic weeps
Mental institution
Psycho roommates
My head is gonna explode
Paranoic debates
Schizοmom
Monster's awake
Please let her be calm
Don't take her away
But I know you won't leave
You can only hide
And once you wake up
I know you'll take her away
Please go away
Please go away
Please go away
Please go away
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2. |
Belieber
02:49
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What if you were never a believer?
What if you just stood there all alone?
A thousand miles of ocean, a thousand miles of land
You always stood there on your own
Till this moment
The drugs, the pills are gone, the alcohol can’t work on its own
Until the dawn, until you're gone
You’re mad, there is a friction
It’s getting you down
You are drowning now
Why’d you go so far? You let yourself down
What if you were always just a cheater?
What if it was all just a lie to you?
You build your own reality, and for a moment
No pain, no tears, just smiles
A place with no reality,
Until you're gone, until the dawn
You’re mad, there’s a friction
It’s getting you down
You are drowning now
Why’d you go so far? You let yourself down
Why’d you live a lie? Spinning around
You let you down,
You let yourself go kooo kooo kooo
You let yourself down
You let yourself down
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3. |
Out Of Control
04:19
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You're gone, your soul is out of control
No cure, no meds, no God for sure
A sky, so high you cannot hide
A dream, a lie
There is an itsy bitsy problem, they wanted it all
You were the last piece of the puzzle, but you couldn’t fit
You were a mother, you were a father, you were a lover
They wanted it all, and you just, you couldn't push that thing so hard
You didn't lie
You couldn't escape
You just stood there
Alone, alone, alone…
You’re gone, your soul is out of control
No cure, no meds, no God for sure
A sky, so high you cannot fly
A dream, a lie
There was an itsy bitsy problem, they wanted it all
You were trapped in your own jail but I don’t see a wall
You were a mother, you were a father, you were a lover
They wanted it all, and you just
You couldn't push that thing so far
You didn't lie
You couldn't escape
You just stood there
Alone, alone, alone…
You’re gone, your soul is out of control
No meds, no cure, no God for sure
A sky, so high you cannot hide
A dream, a lie
Alone, alone, alone...
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4. |
Los Angeles
03:16
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Love me love me love me.. more
Gimme gimme gimme.. more
I gotta take you there, you gotta live it, it's LA
But don't take me wrong, babe
That ain't the look for LA
Love me love me love me.. more
Gimme gimme gimme... more
I gotta take you there, you gotta live it, it's LA
But don't take me wrong, babe
That ain't the look for LA
Gimme gimme gimme.. love
Show me Show me Show me... more
It's a philosophy, it's hypocrisy, it's LA
It's an illusion, it's a dream not all of us can see
Oh, those pretty girls, sunny days and hot it is
How is it when they're working hard in the alley
Oh, salty hair and bronze skin, bottoxed lips and implants in
Plastic is fantastic, everything is dramatic in Holywood
Love me love me love me... more
Gimme gimme gimme... more
Uknown celebrity in an ocean of 'em all, hello
As long as everything is big and it's huge
Then it's Hollywood and it's cool
You know it's not the only thing you see in LA
But mostly on Venice Bay
And the size of the boobs that are so plastic
And the size of their butts, they are gigantic
And it's all cool cuz it's LA
But then again there's a Rock'n'Roll soul
Morrisson, Lemmy, Kurt, well hello
So take me back, take me to LA
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5. |
Faith
04:24
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All I could see is an empty wall, a wall
All I could feel is an empty soul, a soul
All I ever wanted was redemption and a dream
Somewhere to believe, somewhere to belong
Ability and faith.
Ιs it all that I need?
Is it all that I crave?
Cause the show, it must go on.
I’m hiding, I lost my soul,
It’s aching, I feel alone
I’m lost now
I need you even more
Faith
All I could feel was pain in my heart, my gut
Words lost their meaning, their power, the joy I once felt before
I was lost in an ocean, in a forest, in a dream
How could I feel and how could I be?
When nothing really mattered, I wanted to feel secure
Be able to believe in me
Cause the show, it must go on
I'm hiding, I lost my soul,
It’s aching, I feel alone
I'm lost now
And I need you even more
Faith
I’m lost now (I need faith, faith in my heart now)
I need you (I need to believe, to believe in myself now)
I beg you (I need faith, faith in my heart now)
I need faith (I need to believe, to believe in myself now)
I need faith
I need faith
I'm lost now
I need faith
I need faith
I need faith
I need faith
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6. |
Friendzoned
03:34
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I've got a secret crush on you
But you see me as a friend
There is nothing that I can do
Flaming darts go through my heart
I've got a secret crush on you
But you see me as a friend
And I will have to hate you
And it'll be for us the end
So if you want me like a buddy
Go home and kiss your daddy
Tell him "Daddy, you will miss me
My friendzoned girl is gonna kill me"
You can go now and fuck yourself
You can die a harmful death
You're a dick, yo
Nobody likes you
You don't love me?
Are you on meth?
But I still have a crush on you
And I'm sorry for my words
Didn't wanna be mean to you
Just listen to these chords
First one is an F
Second one is a U
Third's a C, Fourth a K
And all together is FUCK YOU
So if you want me like a buddy
Go home and kiss your daddy
Tell him "Daddy, you will miss me
My friendzoned girl is gonna kill me"
You can go now and fuck yourself
You can die a harmful death
You're a dick, yo
Nobody likes you
You don't like me?
Are you on meth?
You can go now and fuck yourself
You can die a harmful death
You're a dick, yo
Nobody likes you
You don't like me?
Are you on meth?
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7. |
Little Indian
04:23
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Another gone, limit to none
A guilt deep inside
Pain trip when it's done
They crawl in my head
My bad, my bad
They head for my bed
I'm dead? My red
What a disgrace
My fucked up race
Tiny delusional thread to the maze
They crawl in my head
My bad, my bad
They head for my bed
I'm dead? My red
My little Indian, you're my little Indian
My little Indian, you're my little...
They crawl in my head
My bad, my bad
They head for my bed
I'm dead? My red
They crawl in my head
My bad, my bad
They head for my bed
I'm dead? My red
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8. |
Pull A U (by The Kills)
05:05
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Pull a u in a sexy car
Got your black magic
And your two-dollar love
Pull a u honey, and get me too
I'm your black magic
And your two-dollar love, go right
Pull a u in a sexy car
Got your black magic
And your two-dollar love
Pull a u honey, and get me too
I'm your black magic
And your two-dollar love, go right
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
Don't clean it up
Don't lean it back
Get on the hood
Ain't nothing to lose
Sit at your two-dollar love
They pull the string on everything
Your black magic
And your two-dollar love, go right
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
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