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Survey Says
01:34
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Said they saw it coming
Guess foresight never shines
On blackened hearts and eyes
The ballot box been cast
Your voices have been heard
In purgatory no stone is left unturned
Thought about the small changes
All those little things that add up
Intelligence is all but a whispering campaign
But now I see not one but many scream aloud
For country, for family, for posterity
These jokers play for keeps you know
It's not the strength of man
That wins this fight
Gravity shuts its eyes
This day and age
Makes cynics out of man
Be brave and love
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2. |
Invincible Summer
01:17
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No more days colored black and blue
Unlike you I like to hang out with ghouls
Across the parks and alleyways
Blood and thunder burst into flames
Raise my arms to a summer sky
Today I'll just do whatever I feel like
Whatever I feel like...
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3. |
Stale
02:30
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Your eyes. So tired...
These eyes can see
Right through the bullshit revelry
Your histories will never be rewritten
Just rehashed, propped up and pan-handled
These scene´s death throes have been lengthened
Make an offer, any offer, paid with heavy blood stained coffers
Full of malice and boredom
Poison lips wont sink these ships, and keep your eye right on the prize
Its corpse was riddled
With good intentions
Poison from its limbs still lingered in the trenches
Sit and stare...
Alone...
This patient has been gone for too long
The giants shoulders feel worn, this boat looks worn and torn
The old man hung himself
His coffin read "forlorn"
We all need heroes to look up to
Give me your dreams
I'll keep them out of harms way
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4. |
Battering Ram
00:42
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Ever forward, no side steps made
Forget all responsibilities
No left or right but straight ahead
Collateral damage be damned
You's not you, it's gonna be ok
Leave all your doubts behind
Force is a valuable tool sometimes
Sever the ties that bind
Battering ram! Battering ram!
No half-assed word was spent
Battering ram! Battering ram!
Maybe this time we’ll make a dent!
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5. |
Eisenhower
02:16
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One more glance over the railing
In the distance I hear sirens wailing
Old folks playing bingo by candlelight
Goddamn Downtown isn’t open tonight
Take a look down at the people below
Wonder why don’t just pack up and go
Wonder what they actually hope to find
In this place of pearls for swine
Guy next door is erasing his pain
Making love to the drug that the doctor gave him
The only constant that he has in life
Is the cadence of the train that runs through his backyard
A final word of power from your tower, oh Eisenhower
Your children will be screaming tonight
In the shadows of your tombstones inane
Bad places drive good people insane
Sittard streets full of filth and mischief
Fluorescent lights light darker sickness
Could there be any way out for them?
Do we care about the sick and addicted?
Smoke clears and shows covered scars in your eyes
Neighbourhoods gone to hell and you try
To keep the demons out alone at night
And rest your head knowing that you tried
Finally getting our new patch of grass
Instead of this forsaken wasteland
Junkie’s waiting for his dealer to call
Will this dying city ever find salvation at all?
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6. |
Stale (acoustic)
02:04
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Your eyes. So tired...
These eyes can see
Right through the bullshit revelry
Your histories will never be rewritten
Just rehashed, propped up and pan-handled
These scene´s death throes have been lengthened
Make an offer, any offer, paid with heavy blood stained coffers
Full of malice and boredom
Poison lips wont sink these ships, and keep your eye right on the prize
Its corpse was riddled
With good intentions
Poison from its limbs still lingered in the trenches
Sit and stare...
Alone...
This patient has been gone for too long
The giants shoulders feel worn, this boat looks worn and torn
The old man hung himself
His coffin read "forlorn"
We all need heroes to look up to
Give me your dreams
I'll keep them out of harms way
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Ink Bomb Nijmegen, Netherlands
Dutch punk rock band Ink Bomb just their new record Sauade. The new songs contain the signature Ink Bomb sound: fast, aggressive songs that don’t always follow the standard song structure or punk rock clichés, but do always contain beautiful melodies and a refreshing dose of melancholy. ... more
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