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Would You Kindly?
06:08
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Fill Your Eyes
05:42
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Come outside, and fill your eyes
Take our chance to be sensationalised
Just for a day, and then gone
So I can feel like everyone
Come outside, and fill your eyes
Where TV dreams are compromised
For one more day and then gone
That they afford everyone
This feels so cold
It's not my own
It's not my home
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The beauty of the choir.
A 1000 voices in neutral.
Paradise is waiting.
Your life just a waiting room.
When you look up do you see stars?
And if you're right who's heaven waits?
Westboro, Sea Org, Boko Haram
And if I'm right you'll never know...
An arresting hand on progress?
The guiding hand of a loving parent?
Discovery your entropy.
Altruism your ammunition.
When you look up do you see stars?
And if you're right who's heaven waits?
Westboro, Sea Org, Boko Haram
And if I'm right you'll never know that you're wrong!
To create is fine.
To evolve is divine.
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Panophobia
05:19
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If you don't pull together right, now, my love…
If you don't pull together right, now, it's not enough.
Why do you looking so scared?
Just take it a breath at a time.
I can see it in your eyes.
You want to run and hide.
Follow your fears in the dark, now, my love.
Follow your fears in the dark, now, it's not that far.
If you don't pull the trigger,
if you don't lose control,
this world is a monster,
its gonna swallow you whole.
If you want it, I'll come out tomorrow.
And when it does it all looks the same,
all dressed up but wrapped in chains.
It's like a disease this wasted youth,
an empty shell that has no use.
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Reign in Stains
04:50
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Try and talk to me by staining the streets?
Cowering behind your mask of concrete.
If multiculture is genocide,
then separatism is eating yourself alive.
She walks her dog dressed to the 9s,
A self-respect that's in sad decline.
It scars the eye, but doesn't scream out loud.
She tears you down, I could not be more proud.
No choice but to walk these Violentacrez
Watched on by accusing neighbours.
I sweat for this, but do you listen?
Survival's not living, when you drink from the stream you piss in.
Your love stretched out like a poisoned vine.
It chocks your children over time.
What offspring a faceless parent nurtures?
You watch on proud, while they're desecrating Chvrches.
You're debasing, what you're facing.
No erasing hearts with stains in.
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Time To Lapse
07:04
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Postcard From Zurich
08:07
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I don't mind the rain at this time of life.
I can take the pain at this time of night.
I don't feel the same at this time of life.
I cannot take the strain of those things you like.
One last trip away from home.
I thought I'd take the time to write.
This precious time was mine,
and I think I've spent it fine.
Look into my eyes.
Look into my eyes.
Can you look into my eyes,
And tell me everything's alright?
This precious time was mine,
and I think I've spent it fine.
I'm not the first one here with no cure for me.
I cannot swim the tide of apathy.
This world has changed so much,
I feel so out of touch.
I'm not the last one here with no cure for me.
I cannot bear the weight of your dilatory.
I slip softly from your grace,
I've dont it at my own pace.
We're not the first ones here with no cure to see.
Cannot swim the tide of apathy.
This world has changed so much.
We feel so out of touch.
We're not the last ones here with no cure to see.
Cannot bear the weight of your dilatory.
I've slipped softly from grace,
I've done it at my own pace.
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The Clown Calls For War Isle of Man
Carried on the infamous Manx winds, The Clown Calls For War produce dynamic, soaring, ambient, (often) instrumental post-rock, that's as changeable as the rest of the Manx weather.
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