1. |
On
05:15
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2. |
Dead End
06:09
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Cam like a vision only worse,
And ending a voice no longer heard.
But it was a blessing not a curse.
Can't always get what you deserve.
Nothing's permanent.
Lonely death;
No one's left.
Trust was lost I knew but felt cared too late.
I learned a lesson about loving less.
I learned my lesson about loving less.
Nothing in the world is permanent.
Sometimes fear pills work numb but work too late.
All you get off
Longing for something else
Secretly wish for death
Silently pray for it.
Show me a dead end.
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3. |
Execution Style
03:21
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The black dot
On his head
Marks the spot
Of his death.
It's all over.
I'm a body not a man.
I'm a body not a man.
A bullet
In his brain;
Death brings
An end to faith.
It's all over.
I'm a corpse I was a man.
I'm a corpse I was a man.
Unarmed;
No crime, no trial.
Face to the ground
To find your god.
So find your god.
Fuck you god.
A cold hand
In an alleyway;
Last seen
His last day.
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4. |
5
03:13
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5. |
Grey
04:09
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6. |
Chaos
05:20
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7. |
Tulsa
03:48
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Depression set upon us.
Our depression fed upon us.
Choke me in isolation
Drown me in dust
All dust and wind
Fenced in and dying
Desolation all around us.
Our depression fed upon us.
Find me in agitation
Leave me at peace
Open space and sand
Wasteland can be a trap
Disappointment always follows us.
Dire times seem to find us.
Blind me with complication
Numb me please pain
Stretch my ability
Hiding inadequacies
Voice mix, oil's in the rain
Watching it all wash down the drain
As everything melts away
Dust that choked us streaks my face
Start me over.
Choke me in isolation
Drown me in dust
All dust and wind
Fenced in and dying
Places mix, oil's in the rain
Watching it all wash down the drain
As everything melts away
Dust that choked us streaks my face
Desperation set upon us
Our depression fed upon us
Desolation all around us
Dire times seem to find us
To the distance all fell
To the desert all fell
To the pressure all fell
To the widow all fell
To the needle all fell
To the small pill all fell
To the big plague all fell
To the city all fell prey
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8. |
Rebuild
04:49
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Rebuild myself
Rebuilt, no choice
If it comes back I just might lose my head
Since it's the one inside showing me the end
If I crawl back and I will I will be washed in red
All of this shit wont' fit inside my head
Breathing for feeling
Still breathing
Bleeding for nothing
I'm bleeding
Searching for something
I've been searching
Settle for anything
Settle for anything
There was no mercy left for me
My skin broke down
I know myself better now
I searched for change
Until change found me
My trust broke down
I'll stand lone now
Almost like rebirth
I have been rebuilt
My faith broke down
Scarred yet stronger now
In hell I burned
Only to be rebuilt
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9. |
Irreligious
03:48
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Once infected,
The will is broken.
God is hope?
Well, Hope is Poison.
Cause is lost
Under this system.
And a martyr now,
Is just a victim.
Emptyness
Hollowness
God has made me
Irreligious.
Over and over and over again,
Its drilled into your head.
Over and over and over again,
I rejected it.
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