Lyrics:
	
The moisture of clouds
We’re never alone
We’re still alive
Well, more than some
And everything
You’d ever become
You’ve been so real
But never someone

I feel like a sound
When it’s all coming down
Metallic, upside down
Plane crash, romantic frown

As I stumble down the stairs for the thousand time
While I’m searching hard for something that I don’t wanna find

Tears and feelings off
I just wanna cry, but can’t get off
To hell with all ideals of man
Another reason, burning promised lands
I can’t keep up, I’m just a laughing stock
Like the crashing of Wall Street, traffic stops
You gotta wish for death, just to stay alive
No matter how you cut, you cannot hide
It feels like all the bleeding is just fine
Aging like a dog or royalty wine
You just feel it

Subjugate

A song about the idea of dreaming big, never being satisfied and always wanting more and more. About the claws of capitalism ripping through the flesh of mankind in that search for the greener grass on the other side. Ever felt you're being cheated?

Utopie de la Paix

Vivid Illusionists

Lyrics:

Choke a motherfukker
Stealing their last breath
Choke a motherfukker
Steal their last breath
In control of nothing
Heart beating through chest
In control of nothing
Heart beating through chest

Everything's connected
Everything needs death
Everything's connected
Everything is death
Pour the dirt down
Close the coffin lid
Pour the dirt down
Always live in sin

Choke a motherfukker
Stealing their last breath
In control of nothing
Heart beating through chest
Pour the dirt down
Close this coffin lid

Pour the Dirt

Pour The Dirt

Lyrics:

I've been driving on the wrong side of the road
In the middle of the night with my sunglasses on
Everything is OK when everybody's gone
Everything is OK when I am gone...

Strings

Gone

I do like coffee. The blakk elixir that is as  good hot as it is cold. The dark liquid that comforts us while we’re playing the cog part in this capitalistic machine. The  grand slam for our taste buds and the thing that truly keeps us sane. Pour me another, and let me live to see one more weekend. ☕️

Sweet Life

When walking in circles makes sense, and then in the end it just drives ju insane.

Reincarnation

Lyrics:

We pierced right through what we thought was impossible
We took it out on the world, it was beautiful
And everybody was there, you know
We took it out on the world 'cause it was beautiful
We saw the end was here, but we couldn't name her
We called her everything but what she was
So grab the hands of Armageddon and just let yourself go
And just let yourself go
So grab the hands of Armageddon and let yourself go
And let yourself go
And let yourself go
And let yourself go
Just go...

'Cause the end has always been the final star
For us to breach and reach
It's who we are

Hands

Hands (demo)

When capitalism goes woke and everybody's buying.

Abducted Opinions

Oceanz III: Sink & Swim

Lyrics:

You feel like you’re sumthin’, but you're nuthin’ tonight
You've got a body of the streets and you’re keepin' it tight
You’ve got a pocket lined with nothing, yet you’re feeling alrite
You just go nonononononononononononono

Don’t you know it’s never gon’ end?
I’ve got a quarter million dollars and most of it’s spent
And everything I ever had I saved by not paying rent
I just say nonononononononononononono

Don’t wanna see you coming around
I’ve got nuthin’ to say, I’m just an attitude frown
You used everything you knew just to ask me out
And I just nonononononononononononono

Talk to the streets, you've got a trashy mouth
You’ve got a wormy sensation I can do without
On glossy photographs, yeah you do that little pout
I just go nonononononononononononono

I Think Not

Lyrics:

I won the lottery
I didn’t really
I’ve got nothing in my pockets
I shot the minister
It wasn’t C.P.
I’ve got nothing in my pockets
I ate some food
Then threw it up
I’ve got nothing in my stomach
Now everybody’s
Got a problem
I’ve got nothing in my pockets
I’ve got rats
In my hair
I’ve got nothing in my pockets
I got a life
But I’m dead
I’ve got nothing in my coffin
We got wasted
I didn’t taste it
I’ve got nothing in my stomach
I’m never ready
We’re going steady
I’ve got nothing in my love life
I got married
And then divorced
I’ve got nothing in my pockets
Let’s visit aliens
Cuz space is cool
I’ve got no fuel in my rocket ship
I run around
All over town
I’ve got nothing in my pockets
Wicked ideas
That never bloom
I’ve got nothing in my brain cells
Please call the president
For all the money spent
I’ve got nothing in my pockets
He never answers
That fukking joke
I don’t even have his number
I always lie
Don’t tell no one….

I drink my coke
I’m multinational
I’ve got nothing in my pockets
A walking scandal
A little fukker
I’ve got nothing in my pockets
There is no god
If so, he’s gone
And all of us are left alone
I got nothing
You got something
At least nothing counts for something
I got nothing
You got something
At least nothing counts for something
I got nothing nothing nothing

Pocket Liberty

Disorientated electronic punk. I like sounds and paint with a broad brush of genres.

De La Sagra

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