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340 (Remember Your Nightmare)

B A D I D E A

MY BRAIN DON'T GET HER

MY BRAIN DON’T GET HER

Bedroom Posters

Christian College Indie Rock



[Verse 1]
Pages torn fingers bleed
Words like swords cut what I need
Digging deeper for the truth unseen

[Prechorus]
Can’t fake it
Can’t shake it
The weight of knowing

[Chorus]
Study to show approved
Am I enough am I enough
Through fire and proof
Am I enough am I enough

[Verse 2]
Late nights candles burn low
Questions rise answers don’t show
I’m searching searching will I ever know

[Prechorus]
Heart’s breaking
Hands shaking
The weight of knowing

[Chorus]
Study to show approved
Am I enough am I enough
Through fire and proof
Am I enough am I enough

Approved (Am I Enough?)

Ricochet

Annihilate Me

You wake to crimson skies, a sun that bleeds in red Dust-choked horizons beckon where ancient rivers bled Neon circuits hum beneath your fingertips You’re a comet in the chamber, suspicion on your lips...

Red Hot Planet

Under My Sweater

I'm Busy Call Back

Der Butzemann, the 'Boogeyman', is dancing / around in our house, / he shakes himself, he shakes himself, / he throws his little sack around...
[from German folklore, Der Butzemann, a faceless goblin, hides in boxes and closets, waiting to frighten children who don't go to sleep]
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LYRICS:
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Es tanzt ein Bi-Ba-Butzemann
in unserm Haus herum,
er rüttelt sich, er schüttelt sich,
er wirft sein Säcklein um.

Once upon a time
There was a scared little kid
Hiding in the closets-
Boxes where the Butzemann lived

Darkness filled his mind
With shadows whispering pain
So he closed his eyes
Pretending to be dead

Now that boy’s a man
Who sees the truth in everything
Believing every day in death
The devils in disguise

He hides in plywood coffins
Painted in cyanide
The truth be told-
He sold his soul
For nothing!
Sold his soul for nothing!
Sold his soul for nothing...much!
Nichts geändert!
Nothing much has changed!

Way back, the darkened hallways
Were laced with silent dread
Voices cloaked in shadows
Crawling inside your head

You look so strong
You fight the fight
But deep inside
You’re contrite
Your frame grows thin
Your shoulders cave
You’re halfway in
A shallow grave

Nothing much has changed!
You’re still afraid
Afraid you’re still that kid!
For nothing
Nichts geändert
Nothing much has changed!

Butzemann… Butzemann…
He’s still watching...
Butzemann… Butzemann…
He’s still hunting...

NOTHING!
NOTHING MUCH HAS CHANGED!
NICHTS GEÄNDERT!

Nothing
Nothing much has changed 
You're still afraid 
Afraid you're still that kid 
For nothing 
Nichts geandert
Nothing much has changed

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BUTZEMANN | BOOGEYMAN

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