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Surfeit
01:53
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we're not growing up, just getting older
doing everything the same way over and over again
my hamster-wheel turned one more
does it make any sense at all?
how do i know if I'm there and I don't need to run anymore?
how do I know if the pattern is blurrier than before?
with my blindsided eyes I can't see anything else
so I just keep counting my steps
the bars and the bands
the girls and my friends
they never seem to change
my hair is turning gray
and I just wasted another day
I keep my fists clenched all the time
cause there's not a thing that I could hold on to
I'm constantly losing grip
and I'm losing touch with reality
but somehow being hopeless has always been fascinating to me
say anything
yeah I might be a fool
cause I stayed here after all these years
I'm in love with my job but it fucking kills me
I'm in love with this girl though she already killed me by now
am I having fun
or am I lying now?
do I have any reason not to be fed up with my hometown?
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the parking lot's full of pickup trucks and family cars
in front of the restaurant
I'm arriving by skateboard
and the look on all your faces almost makes me turn back
when did you go such snob?
right after graduating?
I'm glad I have some true friends from the old class
and we still have time to meet
here I am in this fucking ballroom with all the guys
I already hated when we were kids
and most of them became even bigger douchebags
time doesn't change you
your eyes won't open
empty phrases is all you've got
all the high standards while your principles are down
all your bullshit makes me wanna drown
highschool friendships gone to waste
my nose is bleeding and I can feel the taste
I never thought that it would be all over
it doesn't even touch me
no need to recover
moving on can be easy
especially if you don't hold on to anything
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3. |
Purgatory
01:48
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you're the only human being in my purgatory
while I'm arguing with God trying to prove that I'm already clean
well fucking well you still haunt me
blond girl riding the red bike
the scarf on your neck is floating in the wind
snowflakes are melting on your face
being mixed with your tears then freezing again
tell me how do you feel while getting lost in years
your life is changing pace
this throwback makes me feel like being pushed into outer space
and I'm watching ourselves from above
confused by time and distance
we say goodbye on the corner
and get moving but just till another one
where each of sits down to a bench
and finish our last drinks alone again
what the fuck is wrong with us?
why do we want each other back?
I guess we're both in love with love
but it's so fukin exhausting to keep moving back in time
I haven't felt lonelier since 2009
my heart starts to race and I'm losing my mind
this Sunday is just another hangover again
quarter of my wage was spent just to wish I was dead
today I promised myself I'll never get that drunk anymore
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4. |
Departures
02:20
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we kept saying vows
that we're gonna speak more often
and we're gonna love one another more
but then these vows got replaced
by endless wavings
and as I'm looking at your smile
crubling into your face
I could even stare into a mirror then
am I rude if I draw the curtain?
guess it's time to go
it's interesting
the further I get from you
the more I love you
physics has let me down
this pull is not in inverted proportion to the quadrant of distance
and I keep counting the dimensions that stand between us
I don't know what to expect
my heart got heavier when we met
and now everything feels way too easy as I just left
so I'll try to erase you with little shitty daily routines
ain't it sad?
I keep running for a lifetime and drink not to be bored
I'll keep getting up early for all the daydreaming glimpses I score
I'll keep playing punk cause I have to
so what's the point?
I guess that none of my actions will ever match with the right intentions
I remember when sadness made me write better pieces of poetry
but now I just end up guessing when and how I lost everything
I remember when sadness made me write better pieces of poetry
but now there's no point of suffering
there's just struggling
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5. |
The Shorter Dead End
01:58
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we're sitting at the promenade shoulder by shoulder
do you hate me more than I hate myself at the moment?
the weigh of your silent presence is smashing my chest
I know this feeling well but this time
I didn't mean to be a senseless asshole
despite what you see on the surface
I always end up here when fall starts
but this time I cannot blame anyone else
maybe once you'll realise it would've been much worse the other way
after all we would've gotten here one day
I thought I'll become as relieved as desperate you've become
but guilt's grabbing my throat
and guilt keeps holding my throat
I'm sorry I couldn't give you that much in return
I'm sorry I couldn't give you just as much as you needed
do you remember when you told me
'you can hurt me if you let me hurt you'?
I didn't take it word-by-word
or at least I didn't mean to
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Zyklonfilter Veszprém, Hungary
pop punk / emo band from Hungary.
Bazsa - drums, ex cod2 hero
Danika - bass, vox, körömcsipesz
Mozsi - guitar, bunnycoin billionaire
Tomi - guitar, vox
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