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First World Alien
03:26
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Everything I thought I knew is dead
There’s no images inside my head
The life I led has run its toll
I’m living with a virgin soul
I don’t know what I’m gonna face ahead
Sing myself to sleep with a darkened lullaby
The faint reminder of who I am, will flicker in my eyes
Did dreaming of getting away lead me here?
The pipe dream came true and everything disappeared
And I know that there’s nothing I can do
I can’t get out of what I’ve fallen into
And my head is a distant memory
Is this the body and mind that I once had?
As deep and full of thought as a newspaper ad
Inside my head is an empty old airway
Cause I feel like a first world alien in a galaxy far away
Sing myself to sleep with a darkened lullaby
The faint reminder of who I am, will flicker in my eyes
Did dreaming of getting away lead me here?
The pipe dream came true and everything disappeared
And I know that there’s nothing I can do
I can’t get out of what I’ve fallen into
And my head is a distant memory
Did dreaming of getting away lead me here?
The pipe dream came true and everything disappeared
And I know that there’s nothing I can do
I can’t get out of what I’ve fallen into
And my head is a distant memory
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2. |
Undressed to Kill
04:36
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How do you sleep at night?
Do you hold the burning images of apocalypse real tight?
What do you dream of?
Who broke your heart so viciously to make you feel no love?
It’s hard to believe
That safety and security is just a memory.
Tomorrow was yesterday
Our future slowly burns away
If this is heaven, then what is hell?
We’re dancing in the dark
We’re standing on the spark
We start to drown
We’re going down
Soon there’ll be no one around
They halt the rolling stone
And break it with our bones
The fire burns
Let’s take our turn
The courts will start to adjourn
Are you haunted by the ghosts of everyone you nailed up on public hanging posts?
How do you sleep with a heart like this?
Everyone can see that you are in remiss
If this is heaven, then what is hell?
We’re dancing in the dark
We’re standing on the spark
We start to drown
We’re going down
Soon there’ll be no one around
They halt the rolling stone
And break it with our bones
The fire burns
Let’s take our turn
The courts will start to adjourn
We’re left undressed to kill
This is not a drill
The time is now
We don’t know how
But we have to bring them down
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3. |
Butterflies
03:56
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A few hundred miles away but you’re still close
The other side of the country but still a stone’s throw
And I don’t know when I’ll see you again
But I’ll wait here till then
Although the world we knew is dead
I’m still thinking of every road ahead
The summer nights staring out across the Common sky
What a perfect time for us to die
And I’ll meet you there
In the poisoned air
We can take a train to anywhere we want to see
And we’ll hold hands underneath the ash tree
Feel the humidity on our skin
Fall into a stupor from too much cheap gin
The grass stains cover our knees
You and me finally at ease
And I’ll meet you there
In the poisoned air
We can take a train to anywhere we want to see
And we’ll hold hands underneath the ash tree
And if summer comes and goes and we’re still here
We’ll make it through if it lasts till next year
And if the world crumbles around us
It matters not, it’s all superfluous
And I’ll meet you there
In the poisoned air
We can take a train to anywhere we want to see
And we’ll hold hands underneath the ash tree
And if the trees fall down
Put away your frown
We’re alive and that is all that matters
And we’ll serenade each other with late night chatters
Us against the world till we die
Eternal butterflies
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4. |
End Credits
03:22
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When the blood dries in my veins
And my, heart feels no more pain
I know, I'll be on my way
To heaven's door
I know when I knock
I'll be hoping I don't drop
To a place where I will rise, like before
I know when I knock
I'll be hoping I don't drop
To a place where I will rise, like before
I can feel, something happening
That I've never felt before
Hopeless dreaming will start
Dragging me away from heaven's door
I can feel, something happening
That I've never felt before
Hopeless dreaming will start
Dragging me away from heaven's door
When my mind stops thinking
And my eyes stop blinking
I hope...
Somebody's there
When my heart stops beating
And my lungs stop breathing
In air...
I hope somebody cares
When the blood dries in my veins
And my, heart feels no more pain
I know, I'll be on my way
To heaven's door
I know when I knock
I'll be hoping I don't drop
To a place where I will rise, like before
I know when I knock
I'll be hoping I don't drop
To a place where I will rise, like before
I can feel, something happening
That I've never felt before
Hopeless dreaming will start
Dragging me away from heavens door
When my mind stops thinking
And my eyes stop blinking
I hope...
Somebody's there
When my heart stops beating
And my lungs stop breathing
In air...
I hope somebody cares
When my mind stops thinking
And my eyes stop blinking
I know...
At the end
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Chris Holland Portsmouth, UK
Portsmouth based singer/songwriter Chris Holland consistently subverts expectations and blends a vast array of genres and
sounds together including Indie Rock, Folk, Pop, Synthpop and Emo.
His new album 'Abyss of Eternity' sees him working with the elusive virtual band 'Material Panic' looking to warn the world of the societal/economical dangers we pose to ourselves.
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