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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lukas Bartke
Lukas Bartke
Electric Bass Guitar
Jo Indigo
Jo Indigo
Vocals
Gareth Mason
Gareth Mason
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lukas Bartke
Lukas Bartke
Songwriter
Jo Indigo
Jo Indigo
Songwriter
Gareth Mason
Gareth Mason
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Slight Breeze
A Slight Breeze
Producer
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Producer

Texty

I hide behind the tangles of my hair - the shoes and the clothes I wear But behind that still lies fear, 'cause the truth in it's not quite clear And the truth in it's not quite fair But do I dare step out of my comfort zone? Mother, where did my comfort go? Human being, a social scene, a stupid dream We built the team, we broke the team Changed a lot, it stayed the same, a major pain No day, no way, they take my name in vain Fuck the perimeters, ain't trynna fit in 'em Never did fit in with people in general Reason my social life kept to a minimum Reclusive Sit alone with my music Exclusive For myself when I do it Halos turned into nooses See through myself, translucent Already know what the truth is Then again, perception's exclusive What I thought as a child wasn't how it turned out Went in, went the wrong route Got lost, found, got lost again and went all out What's lost to the clown is laughter It's been all drowned So I'm lost? All sound But I can't turn it down Regulate to my soul My heart was never my home It's hard to follow these ghosts They tellin' me where to go It resonates in my soul My heart is my home It's hollow but filled with gold No one told me where to go Your heart breaks for the second time today (No one told me where to go) Your headaches aren't going away And nothing feels the same, but nothing ever changes To yourself, you say, "You idiot kid" Relearning what I know better that I'd known before New day, new goals Trading my blood for gold Weathering through the cold, the hot, the blizzards, the storms Once more; the pen's my sword and I go To battle; we'll battle and battle and no, I'm not cattle They'll never put me as a slave This is the way that the game rearrange In times it will change I am an audioslave, like Chris Cornell, Tom Morello Anyway they try to play that bullshit, I ain't gonn' play no games, hello Good morning, America This is the new American terrorist Came to damage this I ain't got time; you know I can't stand with it Screaming everything I want Divide the difference, subtract the bullshit That's mathematics; add it up and you'll see resistance This is what it comes; bring the fiction Keep it moving just like magicians They disappear More than 100-proof like Everclear, we forever here Or maybe we were never here Disappear completely It's going nowhere Your heart breaks for the second time today Your headaches aren't going away And nothing feels the same, but nothing ever changes To yourself, you say, "Put a slit in that wrist "And break your body" You just can't resist, so the bars and molly swallow you whole And the one you kissed in the hotel lobby is never seen again And the vacancy list, that before was empty Grows and grows and grows and grows and grows Your heart breaks (You fly out of control) for the second time today (As your spirit gets cold) Your headaches (Your bones turn to stone) aren't going away (And your organs grow old) And nothing feels the same, but nothing ever changes To yourself, you say, "You idiot kid"
Writer(s): Jo Indigo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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