1. |
Pink Money
03:09
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Your company logo looks so beautiful with a rainbow flag,
Socks, sandals, pots and pans packaged nicely to get our cash,
You say you donate to our cause but where's the proof?
Anti-Trans politicians and oil industry would be closer to truth
Don't be fooled,
It's all just a lie,
They don't give shit,
It's not the first time they lied to us all
When the pride month is over it's like we don't exist,
Then you can stop pretending you're not queerphobic, racist or sexist,
There's always a white millionaire on the top of the ladder,
They don't need to care as long as we make their wallets fatter
Don't be fooled,
It's all just a lie,
They don't give shit,
It's not the first time they lied to us all
All of this is marketing no matter what they say,
They will smile at you for a month then keep you underpaid,
The capitalist machine profits from our oppression,
If we truly would be equal they wouldn't support our supression,
All these white millionaires are nowhere to be seen,
When we march for our rights, they live the American dream
While we are raped and killed by white supremacists,
They can scratch one marketing strategy off their list
Don't be fooled,
It's all just a lie,
They don't give shit,
It's not the first time they lied to us all
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2. |
Precious One
02:57
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In the darkness of a bomb shelter,
A shocked child seeks for shelter,
"Where's my mother?" she asks,
No-one has heart to tell her the truth,
The night is swallowed by silence,
Only faint whispers in the shelters,
She falls asleep and in her dream,
She hears her mother's voice
"It's me my precious one,
Did you find a shelter from the bombs?
It's me my precious one,
Did you find a shelter?"
The siren wakes her up
The siren screams so loud,
She's hardly awake,
"Where's my mother?" she asks,
She's told that she has died,
But in a mind of a child,
She's sure her mom is alive,
She sneaks outside,
Her mother's words echo in her mind
"It's me my precious one,
Did you find a shelter from the bombs?
It's me my precious one,
Did you find a shelter?"
She's dead at the dawn
She was just six years old,
Died in a rain of bombs,
She was just six years old,
Just six years old...
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3. |
A Ladder to the Sky
03:34
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A blast of serotonin from the sun,
The butterfly wings are so beautiful after the spring,
Now it's time to break the walls around "myself",
Time to break free,
I caged myself inside of "me"
(I) pick up the pieces of my mind,
Jump into serenity,
Climb up a ladder to the sky,
For a moment be set free
I blossom into a new being,
From within myself I find my wings,
I had to pretend so long that I am a man or a freak,
Now it's time to be just me
(I) pick up the pieces of my mind,
Jump into serenity,
Climb up a ladder to the sky,
For a moment be set free
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4. |
Sins of the Father
02:42
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Unwanted as I am,
So, you can never understand how you stabbed those wounds deep in me,
Did you have a right to say "you can be anything but gay"?
You broke my spirit and you broke my heart
Shattered mind is rarely one,
You sure got the damage done,
Buried in me sins of my father,
Crush my mind until I burst into tears,
Beat me down until I want to leave from here,
Buried in me sins of my father,
You told me I was your bastard son,
Too weak, not a man enough,
I despise your picture of a man,
Drown your sorrow in cheap beer,
Legless man, nothing to fear,
Then you can't cast your judgement with your fist
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5. |
She's Gone
04:02
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She's lying there,
Pale on the bed,
Her time is near,
White hospital walls,
Last things you want to say,
Before you fade away
I cry with you,
Soon you'll be put in the ground,
After this is through,
There will be pain no more
A loss of a loved one stops all the madness in our life,
Cherish those memories, they're yours until you die,
Our spirits will ascend from the ground into the sky,
Who will be there when you're dead?
She's gone
Now the hearse is hear,
We gather around the hole,
The final resting place,
Words so kind and pure,
Flowerbed in the grave,
Tears run down our faces
I'm missing you,
How can it hurt so much inside?
In the winter's blue,
I visit your grave sight
A loss of a loved one stops all the madness in our life,
Cherish those memories, they're yours until you die,
Our spirits will ascend from the ground into the sky,
Who will be there when you're dead?
She's gone
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Nylon Nerves Jyväskylä, Finland
Post-Punk/Synthpop from Jyväskylä, Finland.
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