1. |
I was...
02:16
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there’s no coat that can keep me warm
no gentle fire to stop myself from freezing
all i ever wanted was to smother my blackened soul
in the warmth of your laugh
and i tried
but you never got tired of turning away
i would be even more ashamed of myself than you are
if i could feel anything
maybe it’s best for me to fade
to crumble into ashes
and rise
i am winter
i am cold
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2. |
The Laundry Song
02:27
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wash my face with gasoline
hand me a smoke and i’ll be fine
i know self pity is the new black
but there’s no way of going back
i am selfish and ignorant
i am tired of myself
i’m a match that once got lit
and that’s slowly burning out
wash my face with gasoline
hand me a smoke and i’ll be fine
i know self pity is the new black
but there’s no way of going back
my head is numb from all the smoke
my face is dull from all the mess
that revolves around myself
but that i’m never involved in
wash my face with gasoline
hand me a smoke and i’ll be fine
i know self pity is the new black
but there’s no way of going back
i’ve grown tired of everything
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3. |
Hiding
03:10
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i am a disembodied thought
with nothing but hatred in my guts.
but i don’t have the guts to let it out.
i am a voiceless prophet, a blind navigator
i am a picture of misery, hiding in another skin
i wish i had the courage
i wish i was able to see
i wish i was more afraid of myself
i wish i was able to feel
i could steal all of your time
telling you all my unfulfilling wishes
i’m done with the worthless effort
of trying to phrase myself to the world
maybe i’ll find myself a new skin
to hide myself in our society.
so i won’t need the courage, i won’t need to see
i can forget all of my feelings and lose what it means to be me
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4. |
Jouska
01:41
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fucking rich kids in cut up jeans
brand new shirts and false pretense
i am so goddamn sick of your sadness
your tattoos and your shows
i’m not saying that i’m better
but my anger is for real
go buy yourself a house, a dog
and kill yourself at thirty three
if you are the ocean
then i will be the lightning
but if what they say is true
and punk truly is not dead
just lying crippled on the floor
i will ignore the cries for help
and put a bullet to it’s head
fuck your comfort, fuck your crew
fuck your privilege and fuck you
i won’t ever love your lifestyle but i hate mine too
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5. |
Swarm Thoughts
03:10
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these are desperate lines for desperate times
another empty cry for help that will never be heard
even if you’re listening right here, right now
these lines will never get past your ears
we are deaf to everything that tells the truth
blind to everything that’s right
we are all talking about great solutions
with big words and empty promises
everyone is living in their lonesome nutshell
trying not to capsize at this heavy sea
full of castaways swimming for their lives
no one will be pulled on board
we are all sentenced to die
no one will be pulled on board
we are all sentenced to drown
man is not a wolf to man
but man is death to all
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6. |
Artax
03:35
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these past few months my life has been nothing more
but warm nights and cold fights
that leave me stumbling through these quiet city streets
covered by half empty beer cans and half full dreams
and i know that when i make it home
there is a ghost that welcomes me
you said that you’re not scared of ghosts
but i find it hard to make new friends
i have been sleeping way too much
still when i wake up i’m worn out
so i drown myself in work and nicotine
to keep myself from dying while awake
there’s no good in this desperate form of self medication
the thought of you still hurts my stomach
it’s a disease that comes and goes
my lungs burn and my mind is a mess
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7. |
White Noise
03:15
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it’s all just noise
arranged in the right order
we sing these songs with fervour and hope
hoping that one day
things will change
but in the back of our minds
we all know
that our efforts are useless
that our voices are sore
i don’t know if all hope is lost
but i know that change won’t come
through the beat of the drums
through the roar of the guitar
a lovely melody to kill the pain and the fear in this world
what a naive and cliche way to think
but we won’t stop to sing
our songs of change
knowing it will always be this way
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8. |
Picking Scabs
02:56
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hunched and beaten she started to arise
revealing her scars to the sun
burning flesh and dripping wounds
she’s dragging herself out of the cave
cancer is spreading to the top of her lungs
all the blood is running dry
torture and abuse
the dullness of everyday life
once the most loved now nothing but vermin
scorching heat, torrential downpour
the claws still scratching her skin
the solution falls like scales from her eyes
there is only one way out
molting
scarred tissue on an empty shell
return to dancing in the elliptical orbit
newborn - free
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9. |
Some love(ly) Song
02:34
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it means nothing to me, it means nothing to you
you know all my fears and i know yours too
the candles burn down while the wine fills your mind
there’s no burning fire but your heart is blind
so we ache and we sweat, a forgetting mess
our misery engraved in each other’s flesh
it means nothing to me, it means nothing to you
you know all my flaws and i know yours too
the taste, the touch of our poisonous fear
our motives are foolish, our intentions are clear
so we rot and we starve to get rid of the past
a flickering light and it’s over at last
it means nothing to me, it means nothing to you
you know all my sins and i know yours too
i’m a saint, i’m a prophet, i’m the god of the weak
i am the devil that robs you of sleep
you mean everything to me, i mean everything to you
and if i cut the rope then you will die too.
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10. |
I have...
04:01
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the rats are dead all hail the king
and thank the lord above
let’s raise our cups to blood and death
and fear of the unknown
you try hard not to hear me
i try so hard to touch you
but if you don’t stop then i can’t stop
cause what’s worth more than love
our blood is thicker than water
but please just quench my thirst
i am hungover from partying
to the sound of greed and fear
i’ve become numb i’ve become you
i’m broken and i’m blind
i am the mass of hopelessness
the lack of humankind
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