1. |
En Route Distress
04:45
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Mind feels heavy
Warning lights on my dashboard
Start ignition into deeper thought
Now in motion
Self reflection’s such an honest thing
Driven by success, or does success drive me?
I'm searching for nothing, I'm still looking for nothing
I'm searching for nothing, I'm still looking for nothing
I have no destination
En route distress
En route distress
Bracing, brace
Full beam ready
The night lights up on these dark roads
I feel this pressure
I feel this pressure overtake me
I'm searching for nothing, I'm still looking for nothing
I'm searching for nothing, I'm still looking for nothing
I have no destination
En route distress
En route distress
Pacing, pace
En route distress
En route distress
Bracing, brace
En route distress
I have no destination
I have no destination
I have no destination
I have no destination
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2. |
Monotonal Living
02:58
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Busy building the perfect strategy
Overproduced, over-refined
Definition of the highest stature for the public to see
The power of incognito
Only showing your best side
Is this what we’ve come to?
I’m so highly strung
My frustration in
Monotonal living
Monotonal living
I’m so highly strung
My frustration in
Monotonal living
Manufactured moments on display
Diluted for the viewers pleasure
I’m part of the problem
Hypocrisy is here
Too much deceit, a lack of true colour
Too much deceit, a lack of true colour
Too much deceit, too much deceit
I’m so highly strung
My frustration in
Monotonal living
Monotonal living
I’m so highly strung
My frustration in
Monotonal living
I’m so highly strung
My frustration in
Monotonal living
Monotonal living
I’m so highly strung
My frustration in
Monotonal living
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3. |
Cycles
04:13
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Always drawn to habit
The attraction of release
Is forever present, forever human
A cyclical nature
In pursuit of substance
An escape via our vices
Crossing the line into mild euphoria
A cyclical nature
Period of satisfaction
Primatively speaking
Natural function like a moth to a flame
A cyclical nature, the cycle starts again
The cycle starts again
The cycle starts again
The cycle starts again
The cycle starts again
The cycle starts again
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4. |
Vacancy
02:39
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Two feet in common soil
Where they are and will remain
Disregard for wider culture
That feels sad to me
Vacancy
There’s vacancy
Vacancy
There’s vacancy
Four walls inside one island
Priorities are local
Disregard for wider culture
Feels selfish in a way
Britannia
Vacancy
There’s vacancy
Vacancy
There’s vacancy
Vacancy
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5. |
Losing All Inhibitions
05:05
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In the arms of paranoia
Held tight by self restriction
The fine art of overthinking poses the question
Have I left myself behind?
In the arms of paranoia
Held tight by self restriction
The fine art of overthinking poses the question
Have I left myself behind?
In the arms of paranoia
In the arms of paranoia
In the arms of paranoia
Two sides that can be taken
Conflict in my persona
Don’t starve me of charisma
When I long for liberation
In the arms of paranoia
Held tight by self restriction
The fine art of overthinking poses the question
Have I left myself behind?
Losing all inhibitions
Losing all inhibitions
Losing all inhibitions
Losing all inhibitions
Losing all inhibitions
Losing all inhibitions
Losing all inhibitions
Losing all inhibitions
Losing all inhibitions
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6. |
Spectator
04:39
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Behind the face
Scenarios no-one can see
A blanket for raw emotion
A cover for ill feeling
Unsolved at best
A silent cry for help
Drowned out by routine
Only they will know
I’m just a spectator
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is common bliss
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is common
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is common bliss
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is common
From the outside, looking in
I ask
How many faces are real?
How many faces are real?
I don’t want to think about it
I’m just a spectator
I’m just a spectator
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is common bliss
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is common
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is common bliss
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is common
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7. |
For Now, Concede
03:44
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Lost the final straw this time
Beaten to the core
Crumbling through the cracks of my fingers
Did my best to keep it together
In over my head
In over my head
From the very start
Lost the final straw this time
Beaten to the core this time
Too far from the surface
And I, did my best to keep it together
In over my head
In over my head
And it feels like a bruise, so purple and blue
What I wouldn’t do
What I wouldn’t do to reset
For now, I concede
For now, I concede
For now, I concede
For now, I concede
For now, I concede
For now, I concede
For now, I concede
(In over my head, in over my head)
For now, I concede
(In over my head, in over my head)
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8. |
A Reverie
04:51
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Neither asleep or half awake
Dreaming of dreaming
Occupy my conscious
Chaotic trails of thought
Such a restless feeling
In this place of comfort
In this place of comfort
In this place of comfort
Neither asleep or half awake
Neither asleep or half awake
Dreaming of dreaming
Neither asleep or half awake
Neither asleep or half awake
Neither asleep or half awake
Caught between these white sheets
With the best intentions
I can’t let go
A nocturnal dispute
Such a restless feeling
Suppressed by morning
Suppressed by morning
Suppressed by morning
Neither asleep or half awake
Neither asleep or half awake
Dreaming of dreaming
Neither asleep or half awake
Neither asleep or half awake
Neither asleep or half awake
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
I’m on cold, hard ground
Cold, hard ground
Neither asleep or half awake
Neither asleep or half awake
Dreaming of dreaming
Neither asleep or half awake
Neither asleep or half awake
Neither asleep or half awake
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9. |
Millennial
03:22
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Another factor to be considered
The demographic
1981, 1996
We’re burdened by expectation
Completely self-inflicted
Millennial
Not so lucky
Fixed on (not enough)
Fixed on (success)
Fixed on (perfect ideas)
What do we do it for?
Fixed on (look ahead)
Fixed on (fiction)
Fixed on (perfect ideas)
What do we do it for?
Eyes on the prize now
I can’t slow down, won’t slow down
Anxiety holds
We’re burdened by expectation
(Prosper, just prosper)
Completely self-inflicted
Millennial
Not so lucky
Fixed on (not enough)
Fixed on (success)
Fixed on (perfect ideas)
What do we do it for?
Fixed on (look ahead)
Fixed on (fiction)
Fixed on (perfect ideas)
What do we do it for?
So self-absorbed
The pressure tastes sour
The pressure tastes sour
The pressure tastes sour
The pressure tastes sour
(The pressure tastes sour)
The pressure tastes sour
(The pressure tastes sour)
The pressure tastes sour
The pressure tastes sour
(The pressure tastes sour)
The pressure tastes sour
(The pressure tastes sour)
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10. |
The Room
04:28
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A room of smiling faces
In solidarity
The sound of dialogue exchanges
Around me
Split second thoughts take me away
Do I think too much?
I’ll work it out tomorrow
I’ll work it out tomorrow
Back in the room
A joyous occasion
Infrequent elation
Blessed by the people
I hold close to me
Split second thoughts take me away
We all need someone
I’ll work it out tomorrow
We’ll work it out tomorrow
Back in the room
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