1. |
Stain
02:10
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This calm man's gonna have a bad day
holds the breath, he knows how to behave
it's berserk, a kind of mystic hate
(let it go, let it go man)
Oh, I was so calm too
who knows what beliefs and self control could do
please don't fool then
It's not ok
It's my time to release all my bane
On my own man
I realized what I can really do
I'm so dirty and
I'm the stain on your favourite red carpet
On my own man
I realized what I can really do
I'm so dirty and
I'm the stain on your favourite red carpet
I tend to forget
what some words really mean
I tear them apart
and they came out like freaks
I'm trying to put togheter their pieces
while we're going to lose the contact
please stop me
On my own man
I realized what I can really do
I'm so dirty and
I'm the stain on your favourite red carper
on my own man
I realized what I can really do
I'm so dirty and
I'm the stain on your fucking red carpet
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2. |
F.F.
18:58
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I started it for first
no matter what rumors say
it was my fault
PLEASE STOP YOUR ROW
Stucked in a table with him
a loaded gun between us
"we gotta go"
WAITING A FINAL BLOW
the barrel made of ice
it freezes me down on my chin
"I'm not so sure"
DON'T YOU MIND AND GO
A last wawering crazy sight
I lose myself in the air
like being in a coma
I'VE GOT ENOUGH BALLS
--
c'mon cocainhead push down the damn trigger
c'mon mister finger you're the perfect killer
c'mon cocainhead push down the damn trigger
c'mon mister finger you're the perfect killer
I started it for first
no matter what rumors say
it was my fault
PLEASE STOP YOUR ROW
PLEASE STOP YOUR ROW
PLEASE STOP YOUR ROW
---
shut up
it's allright
--
you won't find the head
my mind runs all over the walls
my brain runs all over the walls
oh my,
you may find us mad
boredom's like a living hell
boredom's like a living hell
oh, my
YOU WON'T
YOU WON'T
YOU WON'T
WON'T FIND
YOU WON'T
YOU WON'T
YOU WON'T
WON'T MIND
I was getting lost between details
and then a gunshot spreads my head
and then a gunshot spreads my head
oh, my
I was getting lost between details
and then the shot absolves my head
and then the shot absolves my head
oh, my
It's free
It's free
I'm starting to feel it's gone
you may find us mad
boredom's like a living hell
boredom's like a living hell
oh, my
YOU WON'T
YOU WON'T
YOU WON'T
WON'T FIND
YOU WON'T
YOU WON'T
YOU WON'T
WON'T MIND
---
In conclusion
was a big show
walls were all covered in blood
they put Matt
in a good place
full of funny new game mates
please now listen
I don't lie
I feel better since i died
please now listen
I don't lie
I feel better since i died
please now listen
I don't lie
I feel better since i died
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Desert Hype Cagliari, Italy
Desert Hype are a four piece Samurai Rock band from Cagliari, Sardinia.
Born in 2011the band mixes up chaotic drumming, fat grooves, angular guitars and surreal lyrics in an unstable yet coherent mess.
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