Every day he wants a change
But it stays the same
Rebuking words profane
So it's all in vain
Keep fighting city hall
Waiting for the next fall
Without any doubt
Any chance to throw him out
And find a new pawn
To shovel shit from the lawn
That's what they like best
It pays for trinkets in her chest
Another day gone
Where you don’t belong
Repeating tired verses
Of the same old song
Three years gone
Still declining
You knew all along
Your dream was dying
In battle he's just born to lose
With a prize of sudden death
In his head he hears the Muse
Cursing under his breath
For taking away
The right to succeed
They never care
How much his pockets bleed
Like a hole in the dam
Stuffed up with tape
Just another lamb
Who must learn to scrape
Just can't get over this
Always a pessimist
Just a rusty shell of emptiness
She wants a house – a picket fence
A sense of comfort and confidence
But it’s feared that’s eluded them here
Slogging through another day
Praying just to get away
Anger seeping out his pores
Yet he still returns for more
He knows why he soldiers on
Half his mind already gone
Staring at those empty shelves
"You know these bills don’t pay themselves"
But through the fog he sees a light
Illuminates his will to fight
It’s only at the apogee
He musters an apology:
“It's time I started pulling weight
And letting go of all this hate
Sorry that it took so long
I'll try to right all that’s wrong”
Don’t let them kill your dreams
Be careful what you give
The grass is not as green
But you’ve got to learn to live
Don’t let them squash your pride
While learningto forgive
Your soul is open wide
And leaking like a sieve
You’re halfway there and still nowhere
You’ve been cheated and deceived
What will they say when you’ve gone away?
Will you have something to leave?
What's left of you and all you do?
They hope you’ll never find your peace
You're never safe once in your grave
We're only here on lease
supported by 5 fans who also own “Planned Obsolescence”
Incredible piece of prog-metal. Really has some kick-ass riffs and solo-parts.
Maybe a tad bit weak vocals, but makes up for it with excellent intrumentals. Martin færøy
supported by 4 fans who also own “Planned Obsolescence”
Love and peace to Ukraine! With the horrible news about the ongoing war in Karfagen's and Antony's home country and his home town of Charkiw, it's hard to find the proper words, praising this beautiful, symphonic prog album...
I wish you and yours all the best - keep safe!!! Carsten Pieper