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Dangerous days
03:48
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PTSD, incels
Alt-right secret meetings
Lizard-men
Bank accounts, Dow-Jones rules
Breakfast, cocaine
Icke and Lenin were right
Your parents never warned you
About the Martian Queen
You better watch your mouth
Ice beams, double agents
People living under the sea
Books in German, magnets
Rockefeller's private club
ATMs, folded bills
Bluebeard's hidden treasure,
Lizard-men
Hotel beds, the Bloop,
The heist will be in outer space
Lizard-men
Mamma never loved you
It's time to move on, kid
You better watch your back
Ice beams, double agents
People living under the sea
Books in German, magnets
Rockefeller's private club
PTSD, incels
Alt-right secret meetings
Bank accounts, Dow-Jones rules
Breakfast, cocaine and
ATMs, folded bills
Bluebeard's hidden treasure and
Hotel beds, the Bloop,
The heist in outer space
Ice beams, double agents
People living under the sea
Books in German, magnets
Rockefeller's private club
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Lost in the city
04:08
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Lost in the city
Pitch-black night sky
Foul smells below the knee
Head spninning at the speed of light
No pills to get some sleep
No money to kill time
To kill time
To kill time
Lost in the city
Pitch-black night sky
Foul smells below the knees
Head spninning at the speed of light
No pills
No pills to get some sleep
Funny feelings...
Disturbing things have happened
And I need a cigarette
Disturbing things have happened
And I need a drink
Disturbing things have happened
And I need a cigarette
Disturbing things have happened
And I need a drink
Disturbing things have happened
And I need something to kill time
Disturbing things have happened
And I need a drink
To kill time...
Time
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Rose City
04:23
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Pray for them all you want
There will be no redemption at all
And we'll forgive when were gone
Can you feel my breath?
Can you feel my breath?
We know lonely men
Do lonely things in the dark
Cushioned by your rules
Can you feel my breath?
Can you feel my breath?
Hear my steps right behind you
Feed the fire, ease it off
Where's your alibi?
Where's your alibi?
This is the very matter that composes the night
The raw, uncut gaze into abyss
The final product, for now
The final decision now
You better pray...
Hear my steps right behind you
Feed the fire, ease it off
Where's your alibi?
Where's your alibi?
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Dunning / Kruger
03:34
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Beer ADs keep reminding me
Of the unbearable thirst
Driving me insane
Beer ADs keep reminding me
Of the unbearable thirst
I light up the sacred spear
I let it burn so it greases my mind
As it dries my mouth
Then it casts its magic spell on me
M-m-making it float but leaving nothing
But sand all the way down my throat
To the lung
What a shame I have no friends around
What a shame, I need to see my doctor again
Oh, what a shame
It's late and TV's on
And not very sure I can take this anymore
Without putting on my dirty clothes
And gracefully slide down the stairs
And hoveer above the neighborhood
And crash and my landing
Right into the first pub on sight
What a shame I have no pills tonight
What a shame, one last drag
And I'm ready for war
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It does look like all of them are tired of your shit
You feel broken beyond repair
Like the little things that made you happy are gone
You are nothing else but the drugs you take
And the dreams that haunt you at night
Oh
It does look like all of them are tired of your shit
You, you feel broken beyond repair, don't you? Ha
Like the little things that once made you happy
Now they're all gone
Forever gone
Uh, oh
You are nothing else but the drugs you take
Uh, oh
You are nothing else but the drugs you take
Oh, oh, oh
You are nothing else but the drugs you take
Now you are nothing else but the drugs you take
And the dreams that haunt you at
Night
At night
But when I'm dead will you still piss on me
And beat my stupid face, when I'm dead?
Oh when I'm dead will you still piss on me
And beat my stupid face?
When I'm dead...
When I'm dead
Will you still piss on me?
And beat my stupid face?
When I'm dead...
When I'm dead...
Will they tie my body to a car?
Will they drive downtown?
Where everyone will celebrate
And pour my blood into a bottle
Will you separate my eyes from my skull?
When
When
I'm dead
Searching, searching, searching
Searching, searching, search
Searching, searching, searching
Searching, searching, searching...
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John Serrano Andalucía, Spain
John Serrano, born in Andalusia in 1993, is a versatile musician known for his dynamic presence in the indie music scene. He contributes his talents to various musical projects, showcasing an unique blend of genres and a passion for creative expression. Serrano's innovative approach to music and singing has garnered him recognition and dedicated following in the industry. ... more
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