1. |
Gate 9
04:48
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I was on a plane on the way from Berlin
When god decided it's just the time
To change his plans for the foreseeable future
To stop the world right at it's prime
The signs were all there
The writings on the wall seem so obvious now
Your willingness to deny it
Leaves me wondering, just how?
Trapped in my own box for as long as it may take
So easy to fall short and make the same mistakes
The smell of spring to come starts to smell like death
The distance makes it all much harder to forget
I was on the way to make you smile
When god decided it's not the time
To finally get to feel some comfort
To let two hearts intertwine
The way it all went
Made a mark and left my hope aground
Your absence through the process
Oh, how familiar it sounds
Trapped in my own box for as long as it may be
So easy to give up, give into the same old misery
The smell of spring to come won't fool me anymore
The distance makes it all much harder then before
I'd give anything to go back to February
To this moment in the bus where you laid your head on mine
Your presence there was the only thing that mattered
I left my former self at the Schoenefeld, gate 9.
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2. |
Regret and Atonement
04:22
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I'm sleepless
And drained as hell
Living in a world where you're worth nothing
If you don't have something to sell
Making steps
Towards a better life
And without noticing
Cutting my own honesty with a knife
So when I breath, don't try to choke me up
Cause I'm already choking myself, and I just can't stop
Ashamed of things I've done with no thoughts involved
I just hope that they can be somehow resolved
I'm lonely
And bored to death
Passing days by doing nothing
But taking everything I do with regret
Haven't seen my friends
For a long fucking time
But I don't blame them
They've got they're own conflicts with life
So when I stand, don't try to make me fall to the ground
Cause I'm already barely standing, so one more hit will just break me down
Afraid of thinking about how my problems evolved
I just hope that slowly they can also be resolved
So I kill myself in my own sleep
Waking up in place where no one can see
Who I truly am and what I have done
Lying to myself and to everyone
We're all just products of our own mistakes
Building who we are, until it all breaks
And I'm too just a product of my own mistakes
And to atone them I'll do whatever it takes.
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3. |
A Test in Patience
02:14
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Clock ticks slow, we feel so low
A blow beneath our belts
Days go fast, we see them pass
Not quite as we expect
A test in patience
Unyielding, unannounced
A bone to chew on
A shadow of our past
I'll stay still, you may go
Oh no
Tears will drop, the dread won't stop
I'll swap my hope with concern
Wait and see, no guarantee
That it'll be my turn
A test in patience
Unwanted, undeserved
A crumb to feast on
A curse upon our earth
I'll play chill, you might know
Oh no
Too far
Too close
Too far
Too close
Too far
Too close...
When it ends, we'll make amends
Ascend beyond our lines.
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4. |
...Goes On
02:45
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Now I might be full of joy
But an hour from now I'll be full of fear
There's no will, only hope
Soon it'll also disappear
One day I'm in lust for love
The other day in lust for death
Feel my inner peace in wreckage
Please leave, never mind, give me a hand
Can't recall what's being happy
For more than just a given time
Waste my days through caving in
Why can't I get this off my mind?
One by one
Life goes on
How's that, now I'm so beaming
The reason doesn't seem so clear
I'll break down towards when the sun sets
Yet won't even shed a tear
Can't help but feeling like a failure
Afraid of life, afraid of said death
In the morning it will turn over
My only witness is myself
A friend once told my I sounded happy
I might have been, I don't really know
Wish to fade away, to never feel like
An unwanted guest in this cruel world
One by one
Life goes on
Life goes on, justice will be done
But where am I under this sun?
Where's my smile, where's my pleasure?
It is what it is - and it's hard, it's no fun
One by one
Life goes on.
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05:13
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It's like a competition of who stands a chance
Against the repetition of our existence
It's like game of chess where we all lose
Take a seat and watch the world just laughing at you
Lessons never learned
Time always spent in vain
Running down in circles
Everyday becomes the same
It's like a party that you always miss
Invited or not, it just feels like you don't fit
It's like a song that everyone knows from their early days
The only song I knew then was Something in the Way
Lessons never learned
Time always spent in vain
Running down in circles
Everyday becomes the same
Lessons never taught
Time only passes by
As boring as it may get
It's the nature of our lives
Escaping ourselves is the best we can do
Through stupid distractions and endless pursuit
Of meaningless sex and shit to consume
We're living a dream we barley even wanted to
Comparing to others and feeling so bland
Feeding on nonsense for hours on end
Faking our laughter, playing pretend
Hungry for more than we can ever seem to get
It's like being together
In being alone.
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