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Wasted Times Are Sinking Ships

by The Noise Killed Hearts

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Intro 00:39
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In all these years everything’s turned out to be fake, but every time when I was down I started again. Hear the sound of our dying voices inside, hear them singing their last goodbye. I walked off and left the good old things behind. I always carried my dreams with me. Learned how to see ‘cause I was born blind. From that on nothing made sense to me. In all these years everything’ turned out to be a mistake, I’m miles away from starting this all over again. I miss the sound of the previous voices from time to time, I miss them singing one last time. I walked off and left the good old things behind. I always carried my dreams with me. Learned how to see ‘cause I was born blind. Learned how to steal the things that had always been mine. Learned how to reach an impossibility.
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Another day, some good old friends turn into fading memories, not coming back. And every day we live our life like nothing ever changed, we’re to blind to take our chances. Everything’s been rearranged. Just walk on by, never take a look, there’s nothing you can do. What the fuck are we so afraid of? It seems like we can’t get this right, we are falling into memories of the past! Is this all there is? Or is there something more for us to know? Well, time will tell. Somehow it’s strange I’m not the one who fucked up again but still I’m wondering about the times we had. And it won’t change our lives or who we used to be, but still I’m wondering.
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Echoes 02:39
How many times had you hit the core before you took a closer look all the things you had left behind?! Seems like we need to realize how everything is going wrong by fucking up while trying something. Still we carry on and try to find the reasons for our insecurities. We live our lives in the shadows of our pasts until we drop out and finally drain the blood. It’s not always easy to get along with things that we decline, to find a way. We’re the ones who just went on. We’re the ones who just proceed their way throughout our troubled miseries. We’re the ones who just went on and never gave a fuck about what the others thought of our lives. Every single one of us has a story to tell on his own and we reach out for the hands of others whose hearts are close to ours. The times we left behind make us who we are and as we come across the secrets of each other we learn how to get along.
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Lunacy 02:43
There’s only asphalt to my feet but it leads me nowhere new. Just the same old faces. And stories I’ve heard a thousand times now seem like fairytales to me. Just the same old words. There’s no place for me to go, I’d rather be nowhere, like living between these written lines in vast dimensions. Fuck off telling me about reality or schizophrenia, the truth about our sanity is that it’s a different kind of lunacy. From time to time the asphalt meets my face and knocks me out again. Although my heart is blind to see it illuminates a path silently. My green eyes are much more than colorblind.
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Everything we say doesn’t matter anyway, the world would still be spinning ‘round even if we weren’t here today. If we were bombing down our existence the universe would just laugh at us “now those idiots have finally killed themselves”. We’re smoking out our lungs so we can feel the cancer grow. This self destructive process is not easy to stop, you know? The past days of our lives remain the short time memories and it’s the only thing that makes me feel I once have lived. Recently I recognized the people as what they really are – egocentric, viewless marionettes, soulless and bizarre. Our society’s unbearable and I hate to talk about this, but it’s the thoughtlessness around us all I cannot get on with. Now I’m trying to breathe in, to fill my lungs with oxygen. Feels like I haven’t breathed in years. I definitely need a break to regain some energy, to see through it all. Don’t let life, don’t let your life bring you down.
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Blueprints 02:32
Bring the blueprints on of better days to come, what did you expect from us? We’re not the ones who just let go and let float away our dreams. We carry the bricks for a new existence right here in our hands. With hope in our hearts and a pocketful of friends we’re moving on. We carry the banner of brighter days to come without any regrets along. If we can do this, then so can anyone. We’re meant to stay and never take a look back. Stop living in the past and leave your doubts behind so you won’t be blind to all the things coming along your way! Never look back, the past had already been dead before you started this! With hope in our hearts and a pocketful of friends we carry on. Never look back, the past had already been dead before you started this! Never look back, the past had already been dead before you started this!
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Ideas that once have learned to fly are gonna crash at highest top but it’s way harder to fail before you even had the chance to try. I know the years are passing by and so are we changing in time. All the handshakes between you and me became an act of courtesy. You always learn the hard way, only sometimes you learn the hardest. Where’s the motivation gone? Where is the impulse that says “get your damn ass out of bed!”? What’s the masterplan, where lies the answer? Are there just lies we’re all left to believe? It’s needless to say that wasted times are sinking ships and of these I’ve had enough, so you either carry on or step back for improvement and give the old days a rest. I’m no longer waiting for things to happen ‘cause for tomorrow I’ve got plans!
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Lullabies 02:03
No more cursing the day when it all began to crumble down, I won’t let it take control again! I’ve heard it all before, you said it all too many times. Looks like your well of lies is finally running dry. Sing all your lullabies to me, you know they won’t put me out to sleep. No more nightmares at this point. Summer’s coming, winter’s gone. Just go and try to sort it out again, but this time you’ll be on your own. You think the pieces will fit back together fine? Well, turn and take a closer look.
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Thinking of all that I felt in this space, are the feelings all gone, am I losing this chase? Why must all things fade out of mind before I had just enough of them? I’m thinking of days almost forgotten, I’m pulling them back before they are lost once again and for this I’m sure you think of them too from time to time. These are the days, for some maybe years, we won’t forget. Regrets and apologies, hunting us down tonight, when we’re all by ourselves with no one around. You keep your secrets and so I keep mine, maybe some day we will stop to decline that we’re all just bastards, dishonest sometimes, but trying to make the best out of our lives.
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[Untitled] 03:50
[Untitled] Inspiration my dear friend it´s been a while since we have met, the months have passed, a year is dead. Motivation my enemy, I watched out for you so desperately. You´ve killed my last good activities. It´s hard to find a way when you´re alone in the crowd. This city I live in is bringing me down ´cause I´m so sick of living a good life, so sick of routine as well. I’m so sick of money that’s not worth a bunch of shit. It all bores me to death. Our whole lives are torn to shreds with a ridiculous growing demand for even more self-destructive sabotage. The spirit is a weak and forgetting junk while the body is a helpless boat, sailing in the darkest sea. Well it´s hard to find a way when you´re alone in the crowd. This world where I live is bringing me down ´cause I´m so sick of living a good life, so sick of routine as well. I’m so sick of money that’s not worth a bunch of shit. It all bores me to death.

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released June 4, 2012

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