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Invisible
02:10
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I was adopted by miscreants and nerds alike
Never followed trends or the things that people seem to buy
I like being on my own and off the phone, getting ostracised
Never wondered why or ever cared if I’m even liked.
And I’m invisible, don’t give a shit no more,
Incompatible, don’t wanna fucking impress you all
I guess I’m ok, I’m not so bad, as they say,
Never wondered why or if I have any shame.
I’ll say anything, without accord and without a blame.
You’ll think it gets weird, I say fuck yourself and your goddamn games.
And I’m invisible, don’t give a shit no more,
Incompatible, don’t wanna fucking impress you all
Don’t wanna fucking impress you all
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It’s hunting season
No cure for feeling
There’s something in the air
Demon was beaten
Yet our wounds still bleeding
There’s something in the air
There’s no meaning
In the love we’re cheating
There’s something in the air
There’s no one sleeping
Yet we’re all still dreaming
There’s something in the air…
I don’t believe I don’t believe in anything anymore
These metaphors, just die, just die
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I’m sick and tired of myself.
sick of my dumb brain.
Thought I was getting well.
Fucking still the same.
Why can’t I fight back, from these constant attacks .
Can’t see my worth, confidence getting worse.
I’m sick and tired of you.
Sick of things you put me through.
Take it day at a time
Baby Steps are benign
Why can’t you fight back, from these constant attacks
Just see your worth, confidence you can rehearse.
I’m sick and tired of myself.
I’m sick of my dumb brain.
I’m sick and tired of you.
Ah fuck I’m still the same.
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What if I was to tell you this is how my story goes
Walked down a beaten path don't want you to have to follow
If you cut me open I will bleed all night
Eyes wide shut and left me begging for my life
Don't know, I don’t know
Thinking about that time I thought I was better off dead
Cycling round can’t get out of my head
What if I was to tell you this is how my story dies
Would you take my hand and walk right along by my side
If you cut me deep I will bleed out dry
Eyes wide shut left me begging for my life
Don't know, I don’t know
Thinking about that time I thought I was better off dead
Cycling round can’t get out of my head
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If you only knew why I don’t get too much sleep
Moved across east, control the agony?
Now I’m sitting here in shaking fear I hope you don’t see
Feeling frail and alone it's hard to compete
I’m dying dying dying, dying alone
Get no calls to my telephone
What I really don’t wanna be
All those fucked up things I always think
If you only knew why I'm always so weak
Moved across east, to build a brand new me
Now I'm sitting here sipping foreign beer it’s always the same
Feeling lost and alone I’m the one to blame
I'm dying dying dying, dying alone
Get no calls to my telephone
What I really don’t wanna be
All those fucked up things I always think
I try try try, to dial your line
don’t pick up and give me some of your fucking time.
I’m trying and trying to get through to you
Speaking to a brick wall with a windowless view
I'm dying dying dying, dying alone
Get no calls to my telephone
What I really don’t wanna be
All those fucked up things I always think
I try try try, to dial your line
don’t pick up and give me some of your fucking time.
I’m trying and trying to get through to you
Speaking to a brick wall with a windowless view
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What's In A Gene?
02:23
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From a young boy, who knew who'd I'd be
Passed from pillar to post, gained no morality
Now I've aged some years, took some time to see
I've got it figured out that we share no qualities.
It's all in the chromosomes and the human biology
Disconnected at birth, climbed my branch on the tree
Our only association is that it's all in the genes
Our only association is that it's all in the genes
WOAH
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Bitter and Tired
01:44
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I'm feeling bitter and tired tonight
They say that life is quite a ride
I ain't seeing it, am I doing it right?
Nevermind not putting up a fight.
Feeling bitter and tired tonight
I got you on my mind
Don't believe it, I'm not a white knight
Nevermind no one cares, right?
Feeling bitter and tired tonight
It's so cold and there's no daylight
I ain't trying to alleviate
Nevermind It's better this way.
I'm feeling bitter and tired tonight
There's no warmth under this new moonlight
I ain't scared to communicate
Nevermind, I'm done for fuck sake.
And every plan I seem to make, comes apart at the seems,
I begin to hate... Life
I'm bitter and tired
Fuck You
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There’s an old man sitting in his chair,
Contemplating life and his balding hair.
He’s now retired and times been fair
Everyone he knows has passed away
So he spends his days intoxicated
Boasting tales he’d like to share.
There’s a young girl in her room
Daddy left while in her mothers womb
She’s so tired of feeling blue
After every meal she purges away
Body shaming ‘zines and society
Inflicting on her mental state
No matter who you are your in the game
Run through life trying to find.
Something deep inside our minds.
It doesn’t matter what you do.
'Coz in the end we end all the same
Covered in dirt and separate.
It’s what we're built to do.
Buried box in the ground is coming for you. And you and you!
Couple of guys, driving fancy cars
Egos so big, chasing girls in bars
Cutting lines with credit cards.
They measure their success with American express
Trying to cheat their death like a game of chess
While singing laddish songs
No matter who you are you sing along
Run through life trying to find.
Something deep inside our minds.
It doesn’t matter what you do.
'Coz in the end we end all the same
Covered in dirt and separate.
It’s what we're built to do.
Buried box in the ground is coming for you. And you and you!
"It's Just A Wet Dream You Dope"
Woke up this morning with ejaculate on my chest
Wet dreamed last finally put to rest
A noose ‘round my neck
My note said “what the heck”
I tried my fucking best.
Woke up this morning with jizz round my throat
Sex dreamed last night that I fucking croaked
Blew my brains on the wall
It spells “I got nothing more”
I tried to fucking cope.
I open my eyes I’m all hard
The days about to start
It’s just a dream fucking dope
I’m going back to bed
Dreaming of being dead
Never wake I fucking hope.
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Foreign Bier Norwich, UK
Hiya, We're Foreign Bier. Melodic cry punkers and orgcore losers from Norwich, UK.
Mark
Lewis
Doug
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