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Tired Or Ready
02:14
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Your ambitions sound like coalitions with the elderly and dead
Your decisions sound like propositions of marriage just after birth
I don’t wanna know
If you’re tired already
I don’t wanna know
If you’re tired already or not
I have thought of quitting all my problems but I just can’t quit so young
I have thought of giving into what you said but thankfully we’re done
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Open Chords
02:18
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Rotten minds on tired vertebrae
And open chords are ringing in my head
Tingling feelings at my testicles
When open chords are ringing in my head
Set a-sail into a different place
Where open chords are ringing in my head
Second time and I don’t need a third
When open chords are ringing in my head
But you’ll miss me oh
Won’t you miss me oh?
Won’t you miss your old days?
But you’ll miss me oh
Do not you miss me oh?
…I don’t miss you at all, not at all.
Open chords are ringing in my head
Never will I find a resting place and never am I gonna settle down
Won’t succumb unto my pillowcase and turn into a fat and ugly clown
Never will I say “I rest my case” and give up life and chase my death instead
Never I give into the boring side cause open chords are ringing
Open chords are ringing in my head
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Well well well well well-your little life is hell
Well well well well well…
You didn’t have to kill my parents,
Didn’t have to kill my dog
You didn’t have to kill my dog
You didn’t have to kill my girlfriend
Lay her guts out on the floor
Out on the floor
It’s bloody difficult I know it’s bloody difficult
Being dead and living and all – oh oh oh oh
It’s bloody difficult I know that your life isn’t easy, easy
Easy at all
You didn’t have to rip my Adam’s apple out
And bite it off
You didn’t have to bite it off
You didn’t have to kill my girlfriend
Lay her guts out on the floor
Out on the floor
It’s bloody difficult I know it’s bloody difficult
Being dead and living and all – oh oh oh oh
It’s bloody difficult I know that your life isn’t easy, easy
Easy at all
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The hour’s getting late
Feels like the hand of fate
Is betting your whole life on dice
The grip is getting loose
Your head is on the noose
They’re gonna tell it on the news
Don’t drink and drive Ozzy
I know the world is ill
The century stands still
And all you yearn for’s not to feel
But don’t shed your mama’s tears
Don’t sleep while switching gears
Volkswagens don’t mix well with beers
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Bat Signal Thessaloniki, Greece
Born out of midnight in Thessaloniki, GR. Touring, writing and playing music with a vengeance....
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