1. |
Hey Kid!
02:16
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V1
Hey Kid, why you look so old?
Don't feel like you have to be anyone anymore
Tried so hard to get ahead
But something's pulling you, pulling down below
CH
All you want to do is leave
Travel to a hill and see your way through
Over time the faces blur but the fear remains
Would you like to be believed?
V2
Hey Kid, why you look so cold?
Has the sickness blasted through your veins into your past?
It's become the same to those who just want to believe you.
As long as you feed the urge you'll live life on your back.
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2. |
Eyes wide awake
03:41
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V1
Honour, in the eye of mind, to speak
Hope is loose and very much assumed
Communication leads me to a feast
Feelings forming in the inner core
CH
The traffic opens as I turn to look away
The sights persuade me, 'cause my eyes are wide awake
Give your attention to the girl who went away
Departing line is "are you gonna be ok?"
V2
Needing help is not the best of times
No dependency is cold but dry
Warmth is in demand but not supplied
Try to take what is deserved but only just denied
V3
Climbing back is such a test of strength
Learn to fight and learn to disappear
Salt rubbed into wounds, I smile with pain
Feelings forming, I must be alive.
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3. |
Breakfast Budd
05:32
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Breakfast Budd
V1
I’m late this morning, should have been somewhere an hour ago now I can’t be fucked.
My head ain’t working, I think my neuro-net’s waiting on a version of a new plug-in.
Load the utensil, breathe in and count up to ten, the soma takes its toll and under I go.
Under the blanket, where it’s all smoky and warm, the soma takes control and under I go......
CH1
Breakfast Budd help me through the day
you’ll make me miss my bus again
V2
Everything’s fuzzy, I can’t see where it all ends, direction takes a backseat when I’m bent.
Energy crisis, lethargy rules with a flick of a wrist and a lazy eye.
Where’s my achievements? Have I done anything right? I’m s’posed to have some sort of life by now.
It’ll just happen, sit back and let it take place, I smoke a 25 as fast as I can.....
CH2
Breakfast Budd help me through the day
you’ll make me miss my bus again
Push all my worries to one side
For you I breathe in and you confide
You confide, you console
you eat my dole, and you take control
V3
Open the can up, let’s go and see if there’s disinformation from those at war.
Fighting for freedom, turning a blind eye to any detrimental problem in the past.
Watch the oppressors, there’s is to cut any form of education that informs of choice.
It doesn’t matter, sit back and let it take place, I smoke a 25 as fast as I can.....
CH2
B
Help me find the zone again
Help me find the zone again
Help me find the zone again
Help me!
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