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ROSE OF SHAME
03:25
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Try to break the circle
Watch your comforts drift away
Fighting with the symbols
And the archetypes at play
Not a curse
Not a fate
Not a role to be replayed
But there's no way to relate
All the violence contained
Well no great love can be maintained
When you pluck the rose of shame
Picking at the splinters
That clutch beneath your skin
Seeing through the winter
While a fire burns within
Not a word
Not a face
Not a bright and new terrain
'Cause you'll never be a fake
When you're beautified through pain
And no great love can be maintained
When you pluck the rose of shame
Not the worst
Not a waste
Not an elegant mistake
Still you wonder what became
Of the hopes that you had raised
Well no great love can be maintained
When you pluck the rose of shame
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WHITE BRED BLUES
04:42
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Everybody wants a piece of the crust
With trust in demagogues and faith within the race
But every time you sink your teeth in the soft white fluff
All the force just fades
Born against the grain
Seeking that forbidden taste
Crumbs over your table
While you rock the cradle
Living like a fable in roles you love to play
Gutter to the steeple
No one is your equal
Your life would need a sequel to get even
Where did we go wrong?
Feeding that prodigal son
Sow your seeds and bloom with lassitude
White bred blues
White bred blues
Call me over I'll break bread with you
White bred blues
White bred blues
To spoilt for choice to choose
White bred blues
Comme le pain du mépris
Comme le pain du mépris
Fill your boots
Comme le pain du mépris
Comme le pain du mépris
White bred blues
Comme le pain du mépris
Still not even close to ever making a difference
Dreams turn to ambitions and love becomes a game
Feeling so malicious
Toast it till delicious
Or feed it to the fishes with all your pain
Born against the grain
Seeking that forbidden taste
Sow your seeds and bloom with lassitude
White bred blues
White bred blues
Call me over I'll break bread with you
White bred blues
White bred blues
To spoilt for choice to choose
White bred blues
Comme le pain du mépris
Comme le pain du mépris
Fill your boots
Comme le pain du mépris
Comme le pain du mépris
White bred blues
Comme le pain du mépris
Comme le pain du mépris
White bred blues
Prends ton pain du mépris
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GUILLOTINE KISSES
04:24
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I've got ghosts a'plenty
Fogging up the streets like an atmosphere
They came out to play
Just when it looked as though the coast was clear
Burn me back to salt
Tow my heart in chains
Through sun beams
When you met me
I had the vanity of Cassiopeia
It was a beautiful game
To see love unfold with no yesterday
Burn me back to salt
Tow my heart in chains
Through sun beams
If I have been dead already
You brushed the soil from my gaze
Torn in two halves
As the guillotine drops
The clouds are dividing for you
Torn in two halves
Now I know I can't stop
The guillotine kisses that you rain down
I've got ghosts a'plenty
Seem to think it's funny when they reappear
On a summers day
To tare the cards of joy right through my fingers
Burn me back to salt
Tow my heart in chains
Through sun beams
Torn in two halves
As the guillotine drops
The clouds are dividing for you
Torn in two halves
Now I know I can't stop
The guillotine kisses that you rain down
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LYS
03:28
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Lilies turned to cinders in my hand
You don't need a judge for your defense
With no halo no one is a saint
That's not what says the common sense
Breathing without feeling alive
Breathing
Breathing
The body is a grave
The tomb of your soul
Lilies turned to ashes in my palm
Creeping through my vision to live on
And walking alone I hear the psalm
From resilience to burial
Breathing without feeling alive
Breathing
Breathing
The body is a grave
The tomb of your soul
Femininity upon a pyre
You can't ignite my dreams if I don't sleep
Code breaker now I hear the choir
You won't need this faulty seed
Breathing without feeling alive
Breathing
Breathing
The body is a grave
The tomb of your soul
Lilies turned to cinders in my hand
Flashes of a life still in the air
DT's in an air of silent rage
Life is hanging on me by a thread
Breathing without feeling alive
Breathing
Breathing
The body is a grave
The tomb of your soul
Breathing without feeling alive
Breathing
Breathing
The body is a grave
The tomb of your soul
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FLOWERS OF EDO
03:19
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Quelle tête brûlera la première?
Quelle tête brûlera la dernière?
Terre brûlée, tête brûlée
She burns like the flowers of Edo
Up and away
With rooftops ablaze
Picking up momentum as she goes
From far away the violent beauty is safe
On her way to burst the bubble
Of the ones who thought horizons would’nt change
She’ll reduce the streets to rubble
But posing in ribbons won’t help you escape
The Flowers of Edo
Quelle tête brûlera la première?
The Flowers of Edo
Quelle tête brûlera la dernière?
The Flowers of Edo
Quelle tête brûlera la première?
The Flowers of Edo
Quelle tête brûlera la dernière?
In between possession and ego
Complacency plays till the hero is frame
A sight they say can never be equaled
The colours of change to put the world in its place
On her way to burst the bubble
Mr. Innocent your debts have not been paid
She’ll reduce the streets to rubble
Surrender your tears boy and hope that it rains
For the flowers of Edo
Quelle tête brûlera la première?
The Flowers of Edo
Quelle tête brûlera la dernière?
Quelle tête brûlera la première?
The Flowers of Edo
Quelle tête brûlera la dernière?
Quelle tête brûlera la première?
Quelle tête brûlera la dernière?
Quelle tête brûlera la première?
Terre brûlée, tête brûlée
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