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Tunnel
03:20
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Girl running through a tunnel of concrete
In a pulsating yellow lightning blitz
Her curse is to be intelligent enough
To realise how dumb she is
A little drip and then just silence
She sits down as long as allowed
The gears send sparks on the walls
People with no life sometimes have the time
It's common knowledge there is nothing inside
But we'll see that there might be
That there might be
There might be
Maybe
So, why would she ever go there?
It seem more than just rough
Only few would like to descend the dark steps
To look dumb once they come back up
But when you accidently overhear
That's when it's kind of starting to make sense
In dark and unexpected places
That's where the light sometimes slips in
Everything is constantly moving
But she couldn't tell if it weren't for the weak background noise...
Good ol' fashioned fanatics are hiding downstairs
She sneaks up to the keyhole just to see if it goes somewhere
They are chanting all their mantras, but in a moment they'll stop the sound
And then she will be nowhere to be found
The tunnel leads to a trench, 'till it goes underground again
The tracks lay clear in the sun, they've taken everything with them
The fanatics has left for good but still the sound goes on
In her head as she keeps walking towards the sun
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When We Just Fell Down
03:36
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A spire is looming over our yard
Bricks crashing down, the building's falling apart
Crouching under a force fielded guard
With hundreds of arrows pushing on into it
It is coming from the other side
And where has your face gone?
At night, but there was bright lights
The moment when we just fell down
The stones feels like a pillow; sound
When flying head first into the ground
And second time we might find not that hard
Compared to the first
I am surrounded by nothing at all
Only your voice is left on the wall
I have now become one with the asphalt floor
Slowly watching as the sun comes up
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Battering Rams
03:31
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People look at us when we walk in the street
On the way to a bar on a thirsday
But there is [sic] no lame morons there to steal your girl
And if you should go to far
No one will blame you for anything
We'll find some staircase then we'll break down the door
Like battering rams
Battering rams
We crash right into the dancefloor
And overthrow the party, yeah
And build a new while grooving to our psycotic music
We level the pricey bar with the ground
Besiege every table found
And dance like everybody else got shot in the head
Like battering rams
And we are like battering rams
And we are battering rams
The heads are gonna roll now
When blood splats into the punch bowl, ah
Our banner's swaying in the air while trumpets are roaring
And the stripper pole for a measure
Our special national treasure
Shall be used by all wasted boys and all dranker girls
Like battering rams
And we are battering rams
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Stalkers
02:38
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When the bottle is on the table
And fools are hanging on the wall
As human of the month
And you're wondering what the fuck they are doing there
You get stalked
Whenever you go out for a walk
That's what you think
And some day they're going to shoot you
That's just what you've come to expect
But somehow they're never there
The pictures are all that remain
Motivation flows out of your head
Don't know what's about that bread
That's lying on the table
And now you're wondering if it was you all the time
You get stalked
Whenever you go out for a walk
Now the the bad is suddenly good
'Cause they did everything they should
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Airplane
03:48
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Go chase schools of fish around, man
Cut them off from both sides
Ramming into each other midway
Their choice is to go down or die
Even the safest sea you mess up
Spreading all of your ugly waste
While you fly around in your airplane
And shout that everything is great
You snap out with your bony fingers
But slightly miss the mark
You thought the sea was for your own amusement
And then you met our friend the shark
Just keep whirling up dust in your fury [yes, it's mispronounced]
It'll only fly back in your face
Can't you grasp that your catch managed to escape?
Yeah, it's great, now stay away from our gaze
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Antiseptic Bombs Copenhagen, Denmark
Songwriter and musician from Copenhagen [and whatever other stuff people usually write in this
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Unknown for a suprisingly commonplace mix of high artistic ambition and profound lazyness, the latter definitely not being mental health related.
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