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Happy Thoughts
02:30
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Fuck this, I'm feeling down in the dumps
Why do I always feel the worst when I should be having fun
This used to be my great escape, but as of late it's just become a joyless way to waste time
I'm looking for a better happy place, is anybody selling theirs, or maybe even renting it out
I'd like to use it for a little while
Or at least until I've figured some things out
Only happy thoughts now
This might just be where I'm supposed to be right now, but it doesn't feel right
It all feels so irrelevant, living for the hall of it
Waiting to get in line for the next big chapter of our lives, with the promise that we'll make it right this time
We'll make it right
Even with you by my side
I barely feel alive
This isn't me breaking up
It's me breaking down
Only happy thoughts now
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Crash down
You're face first in the dirt again
The scrapes and bruises burning softly in the biting wind
All broken bones and yellow skin
There's barely enough of you that's left to keep the liquids in
Is this the breaking point they're always on about
The world's handing out certainty, but all you get is doubt
And when they say it can only get better from here, just give it time
They don't get time might be the only thing you don't have to spare right now
And if you think the dream is dead, cause this machine ran out of fuel
And if you think the dream is dead, cause you think you lack the strength to see it through
If you think the dream is dead, well
If you think the dream is dead, well, you don't see what I see in you
I wish you well
I wish you all the best you can have in this world
After all the shit that you've been through you more than deserve a break
Chance would be a fine thing indeed
And if you think the dream is dead, cause this machine ran out of fuel
And if you think the dream is dead cause you think you lack the strength to see it through
If you think the dream is dead, well, you don't see what I see in you
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3. |
Nobody Cares
01:21
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Nobody cares that you're lost
They just want you out of here
Turn your back and go away
The world would be a better place
Why don't you just go
The world doesn't need another broken soul
Nobody cares that you're lost
They just want you out of here
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4. |
Good Morning
04:42
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It's like they're moving house in here
But getting nowhere fast
The walls are coming down
And by the time they're done
There will be nothing left
It's not the start of the journey that's tough
It's coming back down
When the novelty's gone
And you're back where you started out
It's not the start of the journey that's tough
It's coming back down
When the novelty's gone
And you're back where you started out
It's not the start of the journey that's rough
It's coming back down
When the novelty's gone
And you're back where you started out
Alone and abandoned stranded with nothing
You're not really sure where you left off
It's almost like drowning
But only in a metaphysical sense
And if the loneliness wasn't enough
To keep you around
There's more stuff to dwell on
And plenty of reasons for doubt
It's not the start of the journey that's tough
It's coming back down
When the novelty's gone
And you're back where you started out
It's not the start of the journey that's rough
It's coming back down
When the novelty's gone
And you're back where you started out
Pumping heart rate, you opened up the floodgates
Start counting the breaths they're the last ones you'll take
Til the rhythm stagnates, you worthless lightweight
You deserve every second of torment you get
It's not a problem at the start
It's coming back down
If this is all you got
You're no fun to be around
Come on, take a chance, see what's waiting on the other side
There's people around here who'd be dying just to feel alive
It's not a problem at the start
It's coming back down
If this is all you got
You're no fun to be around
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5. |
Destroy, Rebuild, Repeat
03:27
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Destroy, rebuild, repeat
All this belittling is a sickening sight to behold
You reject the possibility that any of this is your fault
It's a blame game, fanning fires and calling names
Keeping out of sight at the top of your hold
As you destroy, rebuild, repeat
Now, just because you're bitter doesn't mean you set the terms
In a couple of years you'll be the ground that feeds the worms
The future's still unwritten, but it's tainted by your hand
By dabbling in matters that you still don't understand
Now, just because you're bitter doesn't mean you set the terms
In a couple of years you'll be the ground that feeds the worms
The future's gone to shit, but that doesn't bother you
You could make a difference, but all you ever do
Is destroy, rebuild, repeat
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6. |
Brain
03:31
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Welcome to sadness
It's part of me, part of you
Welcome to madness
It's part of me, part you
I'm getting tired of trying my hardest
To seem as confident as you
I'd like the walls to crumble
All the way around you
And watch you fall
It's nothing personal
I just can't stand to be around you
You bring me down
But when the moment comes
And you're down here with me
Feeling two feet tall
I'll say...
Welcome to sadness
It's part of me, part of you
Welcome to madness
It's part of me, part you
There's this voice screaming murderous envy
And sometimes it even makes sense
It's the worst part of me, but I know I'd miss it
If I never heard it again
Hungry for more
It's dragging me under
The downs and the lows, trusted friends
We've been going in circles for so long
I don't care anymore which one wins in the end
I'll just say...
Welcome to sadness
It's part of me, part of you
Welcome to madness
It's part of me, part you
There's something in my brain
There's something on my mind
There's something in my brain that's missing
And it's part of me, part of you
Welcome to madness
It's part of me, part you
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7. |
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Laat je hoestende, proestende kinderen thuis
En quarantaineer ze, hoe kan me niet schelen
Tis een wandelende broeihaard van viraal gespuis
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