
Date of issue: 30.03.2009
Song language: English
Time and Pressure |
When I say I’m losing |
What I really mean is that I’m on my way |
To being lost in something more |
Well that doesn’t sound so bad now does it? |
I’ve rubbed shoulders with people looking to be found |
To be someone |
To be something |
To just be proud |
To tilt their heads back and bask |
In a lukewarm spotlight |
Cast down from catwalks of superstition |
I’ve shaken hands with men |
Whose finely tailored suits |
Just didn’t fit |
Clothes don’t make the man |
So stop wearing yourself thin |
To a clinical observer of the human carnival |
The games all sound the same |
«Pick me, pick me, love me, use me.» |
They call to each other like crickets at dusk |
And I rock myself to sleep |
Softly, to their song |
There’s music in the sky if you know how to listen up |
There’s power in the soil if you let yourself believe |
And there’s good company to be found at eye level |
Stop looking up, stop feeling down |
Stop trying to be found |
Lose yourself |
There’s a liar in everything familiar |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Of Course It's Dark, It's a Sucide Note | 2009 |
Destroy All Calendars | 2009 |
Stepping on Cracks | 2009 |
Double Zero | 2010 |
I Will Make This World Without You | 2010 |
Introspective | 2010 |
Reversal Of Fortune | 2010 |
Synethesia | 2010 |
Occam's Razor | 2010 |
Sycophant | 2010 |