1. |
Break this City
02:36
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Make no apologies to the dead
Ignore the open hands
We'll give them an excuse to fight
Illusions used to silence words
Rendered mindless for the cause
We'll give them an excuse to fight
Chorus:
Because
We're going to break this city
Tonight
Stand in the grave of liberty
Rivalry thrives and envy prevails
We'll give them an excuse to fight
No time for introspection
This is the prelude to evolution
We'll give them an excuse to fight
Your future, needs this city
Your future is in our hands
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2. |
Uncertainty
01:43
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What use is a voice, when it constantly falls on deaf ears?
What use is a mind, when it is never put to use?
How have we managed, to distance ourselves from each other
And regress into our own bomb shelters to hide from the truth?
Chorus
I just can’t work out, how we’re so obsessed with ourselves
Yet we have so many insecurities.
Constantly cast stones before looking in the mirror
Because it’s just so god damn easy
Self inflicted destruction it seems.
What is this void that we feel and how does a fictional character remove it?
Why does pain come in waves, yet still remain so constant?
How have we managed, to dig ourselves so deep inside these holes
And watch others suffer at our expense?
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3. |
Fire
02:12
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(written by B-Ry)
Is there anybody out there,
Watching me tonight?
Bright lights scream through deep darkness
I sense alien stares,
Haunting us along these streets,
This world swallow us if it tried.
CHORUS
Fire, fire in the sky
(It’s the truth I swear to you)
I couldn’t have been more wrong
I feel I've met my demise
this evening swallowed me alive
And when this realisation
Had come to pass,
One million miles away in an instant.
The lights of sobriety shone in my face
They shone right into my fucking eyes
It’s the fucking truth
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4. |
False Dependency
01:26
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No amount of make up can disguise
The apathy shown by the world
Promoting images of power
When we are at our weakest
CHORUS
What's the need for the Media Frenzy?
There's no need for the False Dependency
No amount of make up can disguise
The devastating effect of money
Supporting figures of power
As death waits patiently
Make up cannot hide
Thousands of lifeless bodies
Make up cannot hide
Environmental decline
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5. |
Silhouettes
01:58
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She catches a glimpse of herself in the reflection of her mirror
The wrinkles of old age are starting to come through
Picture perfect youth will never last forever
Now the clock has ticked over, there’s no return
Chorus:
And so she tells herself:
"Just ignore everyone else,
It's not who you are, it's what you've done."
One can only be defined and judged by their actions
An audience can only last so long
As acceptance breeds self-deceit in the form of imitation
A black sheep in one pack, but a white one in another
Coming out of the darkness they’re spitting out wasted words
She stands back and watches the silhouettes dance around
And it's in this moment of clarity she develops some self assurance:
There are just some things you can live without
It’s not who you are, it’s what you’ve done.
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6. |
Hung Jury
01:15
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You can’t hide the guilt in your eyes; your face can’t always cover your sub-conscious
But words are an easy way to lead the blind, when they have lost all touch
Coasting through this life, avoiding your own reflection
Another life left blank and empty, unfazed by consequences
Hung Jury
Time doesn’t always reconcile actions; it is also a catalyst for poor excuses
Given the chance to make amends your pride still clouds your judgement
And so agoraphobia, eases the chore of confrontation
Their eyes still show pain but armies will always march.
What are you going to do; well, they’re going to find you
What are you going to do; without life?
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7. |
Unconscious Conflicts
01:46
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Unconscious conflicts disturbing reality
Concentrations beginning to fade
Feeding from the inside out
As strength is weakened by division
PRE CHORUS
Hidden agendas pave the way
Minds are drowned out again
CHORUS
And now we're back to Square One
Created our own demise
Square One
Apathetic about expectations
Outcast by associates and trends
Crossed arms answer many questions
About a community restrained by Silence
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8. |
Reflections of Strangers
02:42
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He laughs to himself before the sine way rings out
Distorted memories as the air begins to diminish
Years spent, breathing in this artificial atmosphere
Will finally lead us to this moment
CHORUS
And he said "So, it's time to celebrate life"
Holding onto all he's got left
He raises his glass of whisky
"It's just you and me my friend"
The wrinkles of reflection tell a different story
Subjected to years of depression, spawned by fear
Clutching onto the slightest glimpse of hope
But prospects faded as time withered away
And there he lay, devoid of any life
Unable to subsist under the constant pressure
When you are shrouded by the very things you worked your entire life for
And at that given moment,
You establish who you are by your mistakes, as reality disappears
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