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My Favorite Hobby
03:19
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I am a nervous wreck
I see enemies wherever I go
Need eyes in the back of my neck
To see the things no one will ever know
This gnawing paranoia in the back of my head
feels like taking a brick to my fucking head
Breathe in, breathe out
Try to clear my mind
Rid myself of doubt,
and leave my fears behind
I'm so tired of feeling lonely
Panic attacks have become my favorite hobby
Blown my brains out in my head one too many times
I'll try to tell myself that I'm alright
Shut up, cheer up and try to fake a smile
But in the end I know it's all a lie
Claustrophobic
All my walls are closing in
Suffocating
This time I can not win
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2. |
Sell Your Soul
03:07
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''You gotta shut up and do what you're told''
is all they tell you.
By the books or not at all,
they don't care about all that you've been through.
Such an enclosed state of mind
even though they know you're just waisting your time.
Just a part of a master-plan
You're just a puppet, always controlled by their hand.
Freedom is a illusion, now get the fuck back to work
Stuck until you die
So much wasted potential
on meaningless credentials
Your life is a lie
I'll never sell my soul is what you will say
But then you will grow old and find out one day
that your soul is gone, and now you work for the man
Not what you wanted and now you don't get a second chance
My mind can't take all this shit you're force feeding,
telling me to loose all sense of integrity
Wake up. Wake up. Do whatever the fuck you want
Don't let anyone - never let anyone tell you what's right or wrong
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3. |
Kicking Around
02:35
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Been kicking around since 1996
Gotten this far and what do I have to show for it?
Sometimes I wish I made more of a difference
Just thought the world would make more sense
When you told me I could do anything
those words meant, those words meant everything
Self destructivce behaviour seems to have become my way
even though I've never been, and probably never will be shitfaced
although I need a pill a day just to feel okay
Just well enough so I can find a reason to complain
You told me I could do anything
those words are getting harder to believe
Unfulfillement is such a hard pill to swallow
Losing track of how much fucking time I've borrowed
So when when they're at my funeral
will anyone even care at all?
When the void swallows me whole
will I know that I gave it all?
When you told me I could do anything
those words meant, those words meant everything
But now I'm left here standing
in a slew of my dead end dreams
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4. |
Interlude
01:58
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5. |
Think Straight
02:47
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I cant get through this night without doubting you'll want to see me again
I wish that i was brave, but instead I'm a coward please forget my name
I wanted to tell you
But I was afraid of losing you
I wanted to give you
Everything i had
I wish that I could think straight
It’s like a crossroad in my head, it fucking aches
An empty platform, trains are passning by
Your favorite record is on repeat and life is on standby
I wanted to tell you
But i was afraid of losing you
I wanted to give you
Everything i had
I could never have lived with myself
To watch you fade away because of me
And I could never have dealt with the pain
Lesson learned I wish that I could go back
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Wayside Stockholm, Sweden
Adam
Sverker
Jens
Emanuel
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