1. |
Regrets
04:30
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I can't even look to find
Your window's outline
I know it's not my fault
But reason has no rhyme
Maybe it's my fault
I could've found the time
To watch your cigarette
And let you unwind
Instead I castigate myself
But punishment's not mine
The world keeps on turning
Even with one less life
No reason, no rhyme
No reason, no rhyme
I can't ever hope to find
A way to forget that red light
Shocked and unmade up
But reason has no rhyme
It's not my fault
I never found the time
There's a reason to how I am
Thoughts weigh down my mind
But I castigate myself
Though fault can't be mine
The world keeps on turning
Even with one less life
No reason, no rhyme
No reason, no rhyme
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2. |
Vladimir Vladmirovich
03:31
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Vladimir Vladmirovich
KGB affiliate
Dead-eyed son of a motherfucker
Vladimir Vladmirovich
Homophobic houseguest
Dead-eyed son of a motherfucker
Vladimir Vladmirovich
Usurper extraordinaire
Dead-eyed son of a motherfucker
I believe in revolution
He just thinks it comes from above
Vladimir Vladmirovich
Eastern anti-Semite
Dead-eyed son of a motherfucker
Vladimir Vladmirovich
Ersatz independent
Dead-eyed son of a motherfucker
Vladimir Vladmirovich
This time use your churches
Dead-eyed son of a motherfucker
I believe in revolution
He just thinks it comes from above
Crimea is uncertain
DPR's pro-Russian
The economy is failing
But he's still smiling
Where Soviets failed
I will prevail
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3. |
Stars In My Eyes
04:28
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You don't get to pick and choose
And keep me all night
I'm the only one who decides
If I feel all right
But you want everything from me
My passion for life
The stars in my eyes
And I hope you choke because
You don't own me
I'm not one of your many toys
You don't own me
No, I'm not one of your many toys
You don't get to pick and choose
And say I should be grateful
You don't know how it is
And it's quite painful
But you take everything away
My passion for life
The stars in my eyes
And I hope you choke because
You don't own me
I'm not one of your many toys
You don't own me
No, I'm not one of your many toys
And the things I hold dear
All the things that I fear
Never really go away
But you keep on taking more
I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore
You don't own me
I'm not one of your many toys
You don't own me
No, I'm not one of your many toys
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4. |
I Don't Like You
03:00
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It started fine
I didn't mind
You wasting my time
It started fine
I didn't mind
You taking what's mine
But time went on and you took everything from me
Why can't you see?
I don't like you
And all you do
I don't like you
Or things you say
It started fine
I thought you were
A friend of mine
It started fine
But then you proved
It was in my mind
But time went on and you became my enemy
Why can't you see?
I don't like you
And all you do
I don't like you
Or things you say
I don't like you
And all you do
I don't like you
Just go away
Complain about responsibilities
You talk to me so condescendingly
I don't like you
And all you do
I don't like you
Or things you say
I don't like you
And all you do
I don't like you
Just go away
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5. |
Through A Glass Darkly
04:20
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Maybe I'm not really
Seeing things clearly
Gazing through a glass darkly
Maybe everything
Has all been planned out for me
And I never knew nothing
People starve and people die
And no one says nothing
Gazing through a glass darkly
Reverse is all I really see
When I look at myself
And reflection means nothing
But things I don't want to do
Could make me
See somebody else
All the wounds will never heal
Just keep getting bigger
Reversal of fiction
I am a reflection of what's to be seen
I am a shadow and the fire's behind me
I'm not just doing what somebody tells me
I am not merely gazing through a glass darkly
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6. |
I Miss You
01:53
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I will wait for you
Forever until Sunday
Because I miss you
The longest winter I've ever known
My bones ache
I miss you
I'll never know
The love that you showed me
Because I miss you
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