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Drugs
02:36
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I felt an itch in the front of my brain
Which made me have a crystal realization
The chemicals aren't working at all
But my spaceship gas is true
The previous ones didn't hit the spot
And the ones before neither
I’m looking for someone with the greatest shot
And I hope you do
And I’m not talking about drugs
If I weren't joking
I would be called a liar
But that’ll always be better
Than a stray dog
Got picked up by an ambulance
Got hospitalized for two weeks and a day
They said I’d become victim of a so called
'self-inflicted depression'
So I needed some more of that
Crystal realization
I'm looking for someone with the greatest shot
And I hope you do
And I’m not talking about drugs
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2. |
Sin For A Sin
03:14
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All I ever learned has been written in books
I've got my mouth wide open, does my tone bother you
I've got my mouth wide open, just to swallow you whole
Like a snake-attack I absorb your tissue
Rise up to the men in black
But you might see truth, please attach your head
I've got nothing to do, yes I can be like you
Be worth it, be worth it, be worth it
I can build a cabin from wood
Instead I stand here selling blossom scarfs
and fat-women's shoes
I'm the guy with the nail polished eyes
I've got my eyes wide shut, to see inside of your mind
Got my mouth wide open, let me swallow your truth
I've got nothing to do, yes I can be like you
Be worth it, be worth it, be worth it
Lost opportunities, vodka and gin
Will we ever break the circle, trading sin for a sin
And in the end unto our knees we'll fall
You know you had it all, but you still wanted more
Though there might be something worth dying for
I will see you
All I ever learned has been written in books
I've got my mouth wide open, does my tone bother you
I've got my mouth wide open, does my tone bother you
I've got my mouth wide open, does my tone bother you
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Small Me/Big You
02:36
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The creatures
They're in my head
Calling me
Waiting to be fed
You breathe me in
You breathe me out
Squeeze my little brains
Poke my eyes out
I'm going
Where no one'll go
Away from
This metropole
You breathe me in
You breathe me out
Squeeze my little brains
Poke my eyes out
The more Dale tried to make sense of the situation
the less he understood, of what was going on
Poor Dale went mad, and the realisation of this
was the worst kind of torture he had ever experienced
He could not do anything else than to obey the creeping voices inside his head
And so he wandered off, into the forest
The insects have taken hold of me
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If I Had A Gun
03:11
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I've got no shit to tell and now it's too late
They're not even worried about the state I'm in
They told me: 'Be gentle, be genuinely good.'
But up until now I just seem kind of rude
If I had a gun, I'd carry it always
If I had a gun, I'd point it at you
If I had a gun, they would always
If I had a gun, they would always love me
Kill me, I just want you to break me
In order to love me
I just need you to believe in me
I don't want to love when there's nothing to care about
I don't want to joke when there's nothing to laugh about
I don't want to cry when there's nothing to be sad about
Look at what you're made of, this is what you're made for
My mind is overflown by gruesome thoughts
Which I've kept hidden for long enough
But I ain't got the fire, I ain't got the fuel
And I sure as hell got nothing other to do
If I had a gun, I'd carry it always
If I had a gun, I'd point it at you
If I had a gun, they would always
If I had a gun, they would always love me
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Demon's Eye
04:09
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I can see your falling star
It's not hard to fear the dark
Could it be, as clear as anatomy?
Your falling star, waiting in the distance
I want to sit in a carousel with ice-cream
And not give a fuck if there's anybody like me
Feeling dizzy, think my head is broken
Caught a bullet with my mouth, now my tongue is choking
We ain't supporting your shit, though we are buying your shit
And we despise all that's rich and yet we try to get hold
Of what is left by the others, what is left by a world
That sorely feeds on the weak, that moves your bed whilst you sleep
In the room where the king is blind
The demon's eye
Have faith in a spaced-out mind
The demon's eye
I can see your falling star
It's not hard to fear the dark
Could it be, as clear as anatomy?
Your falling star, waiting in the distance
I want to tell all those early punks with bald heads
That wars are won by violence, not by empty false threats
You'll need much more than a crappy childhood
Just ignore all the nonsense, and you'll see my value
They say that peace takes some time, well how much time does it take?
The more you stick out your neck, the higher chance it will break
Well I am here to acknowledge, I was born to be waste
What will I get in return? - a cold-hearted grace
In the room where the king is blind
The demon's eye
Have faith in a spaced-out mind
The demon's eye
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My Body Vs Me
04:55
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At times when the clock stops ticking
It’s there, and it tries to haunt you
So inconvenient is your life
Filled with unpleasant surprises
Why can’t you be more like them?
You overhear them talking
Mentioning spiders on the second floor
Putting pills in their mouths
My body versus me
I fall into repeat
My mind is obsolete
My body versus me
My heart beats faster than I can count
Must be the soup that I just ate
I swear I saw a dead rat’s body
Floating upside downs
The sun shines ultra-violet
Right through my pale and weakened skin
Should I be worried about the smell
The smell of burning corpses
My body versus me
I fall into repeat
My mind is obsolete
My body versus me
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7. |
Part Of Something Else
03:40
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Heaven knows I’m adopted
Heaven knows too much
I’d rather live in exile
Than to be fighting over empty bones
Our path may cross sometime
But none of theirs is equal to mine
I welcome you in what we call a dream too good
My arms are tied behind my back, but I don’t mind
It’s all a trick, a way to keep you satisfied
And slowly we unfold into emptiness
But you are part of something that
Rises up above all else
Set in auto-pilot mode
Flying straight into the edge
Living life in silence
To ignore the dreadful noise
Which tells you you’re not special
Just an indie-rock singer with a common voice
And I hope you are right
When you tell me you see me in a different light
Ignore your thoughts, don’t interfere with what you see
Dream on about the person you will never be
It’s all a trick, a way to keep you satisfied
And slowly we unfold into emptiness
But you are part of something that
Rises up above all else
Set in auto-pilot mode
Flying straight into the edge
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8. |
Every Season...
01:00
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Save my crippled mind
I'm longing to unwind
How long must I still try
To keep you satisfied?
I carry my mind round my neck
It's getting heavier every step
And I wish these words could be spoken with reason
Instead of empty promises that I keep making every season...
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9. |
Steam Powered Crocodile
06:57
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The bittersweet taste of life is getting warmer
But I still believe the King of all that’s good is gone
It might not be in the way it would seem,
but he travels time and space, where everything can be replaced.
Now I’m rolling around
Like a steam powered crocodile
I might as well be gone, or just lay here motionless
Now I’m rolling roll around
Like a steam powered crocodile
Everything becomes easier as we go along
Floating through the haze of my dreams
Dwelling lights carry me away
And suddenly my troubles seem insignificant
In my isolated state, I adapted to the rain
Keep puddling on, you will stand the test of time
Now I’m rolling around
Like a steam powered crocodile
I might as well be gone, or just lay here motionless
Now I’m rolling roll around
Like a steam powered crocodile
Everything becomes easier as we go along
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Instrumental Disorder Castricum, Netherlands
We are Instrumental Disorder, a Dutch rockband with a passion for music that toys with the listeners' expectations. The music we like to make isn't always easy to label, because exactly where genres clash is where the excitement arises. We like to play with broad contrasts in, and between songs, with harmonious catchy songs giving way to dissonant and asymmetric guitar violence. ... more
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