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Never-Never Land
05:00
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I woke up and smiled this morning
I choose to be happy today
I'm ready to follow my dreams
I know they're gonna lead the way
Imagination is the only weapon
in the war against reality
My paper monsters and inner demons
stand in a corner
I turn my back and leave
Your world is filled with penny dreadfuls
I don't want to be part of it
So if I look so crazy to you
Put me the straightjacket and lock me in
Peter Pan's blood in my veins
It's my life so I will break my chains
I close my eyes and rise again
At the gates of Never-Never Land
I'm under no obligation
to make sense to your narrow minds
I sold my soul to creation
The only way I feel alive
Imagination is the only weapon
in the war against reality
Close-minded morons and other joy-killers
say it's heresy
Isn't that irony?
Your world is filled with penny dreadfuls
It absorbs my vitality
I'd rather be gone than being drowned
in your ocean of negativity
Peter Pan's blood in my veins
It's my life so I will break my chains
I close my eyes and rise again
At the gates of Never-Never Land
When not that long ago I stood in misery
I've made a promise to myself
I won't let anyone dictate the way I feel
They won't corrupt my innocence
My chemical madness
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2. |
Cocoon Honeymoon
05:51
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It's time, let's go to bed
I close my eyes and start to drift
Silence needed ahead
As I'm creeping to my lair
Curled up inside my chrysalis
Away from shining lights
Laying in the arms of Morpheus
Out of everyone's sight
In my self-inflicted tomb
Where the light never comes through
I shall celebrate my inner room
My Cocoon Honeymoon
I'm here with all my friends
Locked up in my closet
Keeping my dreams fed
I'm in good company
I keep my eyes shut to see
We're all quite happy together
Trapped in the hands of time
And don't even dare to bother
making my doorbell whine
I might stay silent but quiet ones
They have the loudest minds
In my self-inflicted tomb
Where the light never comes through
I shall celebrate my inner room
My Cocoon Honeymoon
In my self-inflicted tomb
While the world outside is doomed
And the dead of night can't come too soon
in my Cocoon Honeymoon
I only want to escape
I'm not hurting anyone so leave
I'm gone to the point of no return
I'm the master of my fate
This is the way I decide to live
I'm where I belong
There is no cause for concern
So go away
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3. |
Tempest In A Teapot
05:14
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It's that time of the year again
I have to meet with some old friends
Let's put my tired little brain to the test
But as I try to convoke them
A deafening silence remains
I'm waiting for a flash of light
to be my guest
Then comes a tempest in a teapot
It's like a fight against the wind
My greatest passion is sometimes
my greatest enemy
There comes a tempest in a teapot
It's like a fight against the wind
And I don't wanna be in need of a lobotomy
I don't know why I'm paralyzed
There might be nothing left inside
My gift has vanished from my mind to the pit
But I try, I try, I try
I try again just one more time
Then I die, I die, I die a little bit
Then comes a tempest in a teapot
It's like a fight against the wind
My greatest passion is sometimes
my greatest enemy
There comes a tempest in a teapot
It's like a fight against the wind
And I don't wanna be in need of a lobotomy
And I'm standing still
in front of a blank page
An empty heart with no stories to tell
If the well's run dry
What am I supposed to do with my life?
It's all right, all right, all right
I roll up my sleeve and get back on track
I'll let the distress be the guide to my pen
This is my life, this is my pride
My heroes are dancing by my side
I take a sheet of paper and head to my den
Mother Superior
shows me the light and takes it back
My Lux Interior
once in a while goes on a strike
Mother Superior
shows me the light and takes it back
But I'll take my tragedies to the stars
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4. |
Blue Melancholy
04:15
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The sun is shining bright outside
And somehow I'm lost in the dark
I have spiders in my head
I'm on the edge
I've been there a few times before
When things used to be sad and sore
And here I stand again today
I hear that voice again
that whispers in my ear
And with a grin it says
"just take my hand and follow me"
But winding down is not an option
I can't comply to this emotion
Take my picture
I'll smile and hide the blue melancholy
Catch my laughter
And let's pretend it's real enough to forget
There are some days when everything
feels like I'm hopelessly trying
to climb an impassable mountain
and I stand still
Things that usually joy my heart
like dedicating to my art
have the most bittersweet taste
I sit and contemplate
the sorrow that I feel
That voice comes back and says
"stop wasting time and seal the deal"
But winding down is not an option
I can't comply to this conclusion
Take my picture
I'll smile and hide the blue melancholy
Catch my laughter
And let's pretend it's real enough to be
I paint some colors on my mind
To not fall on the other side
Cloud nine just seems so far away
I just need to get through the day
And I will
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5. |
Frankenstein Kind
06:47
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I have a face, two arms and two hands
A beating heart and lively eyes
Sometimes I feel I'm barely human
A monster in disguise
Some of them stare and point their fingers
Some others grin and laugh with disdain
This is the norm when you are different
You're submitted to judgment
"You're not allowed to run with the pack
You might just be a psychopath"
The Frankenstein kind fights alone
To walk its way among the clones
A daily battle no one knows about
The struggle takes might
I'm not this hair, I'm not this skin
Nor these fingernails that are painted black
I am the soul that lives within
They can't see beyond sight
Not lamenting and not complaining
The common of mortals fear the unknown
Their ignorance is far more frightening
I'm better on my own
"You're not allowed to run with the pack
You might just be a psychopath"
The Frankenstein kind fights alone
To walk its way among the clones
A daily battle no one knows about
The struggle takes might
The Frankenstein kind tries in vain
But never can escape the pain
Never set yourself on fire for them
They would just watch you burn
Ding dong, the witch ain't dead yet
And I will never forget
The way you treated me
and filled me with insecurity
It takes strength to not be a sheep
To follow the flock is easy
But I was born original
And you won't dull my sparkle
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6. |
Ghost Writer
04:34
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"You...
Haven't you seen the light
at the end of the tunnel?
You have been to hell and back
You're overstaying your welcome
You knock at every door
and steal pieces of what you'll never be
Your game ain't fooling anyone
Ghost writer
You're an imposter
You've gone too far
You don't know who you are
Ghost writer
You're such a faker
You've crossed the line
Just get off and resign
You thought you were relevant
You've never been and never will be
You are non-existent
You've always been a nobody
You knock at every door
and steal pieces of what you'll never be
Your game ain't fooling anyone
Ghost writer
You're an imposter
You've gone too far
You don't know who you are
Ghost writer
You're such a faker
You've crossed the line
Just get off and resign
It's not a secret
They all know you're a lie
It's time to surrender and die
Nobody's listening, you see
Stop trying so hard
You're making a fool of yourself
You're past your prime
You used to exorcise your demons
By writing tales of alienation
Through scary notes and haunted melodies
Now things finally seem to go well
Should you have anything left to tell?
Don't be a shadow of what you used to be"
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7. |
Pendulum Heart
03:49
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Hello hello, the sun is rising
Another brand new day begins
A whole new chance to do so many things
Never mind the clock that's always ticking
A day dreamer and a night thinker
I'm always lost in worlds of wonders
Keeping my mind filled with fantasies
Turning my back on those unspoken fears
I must rise before I fall apart
I already have wasted so much time in the dark
I cannot repeat every useless beat
of my pendulum heart
Time is a thief you can't command
Once it is gone you can't have it again
I see the hours passing by and then
Remember at every second it may end
But how could I have peace of mind
So many minutes and hours left behind
I cannot get them back or just rewind
I have no choice left but to be resigned
Time is running slow and yet so fast
Every second's an eternity that doesn't last
Will I have the chance to feel no regrets
when the die is cast?
I must rise before I fall apart
I already have wasted so much time in the dark
I cannot repeat every useless beat
of my pendulum heart
The wheels of time turn for everyone, even for me
It is not too late to remind, until it is
Turn the page before closing the book
So I should begin to finally live
before my time is over
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8. |
Voodoo Playground
05:49
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Here I am sitting in my voodoo playground
Wondering which mask I could put on today
There are so many of them in the background
I just have to pick one and start to play
I can be anyone, it's entertainment
But I lost sight of what's down to my core
Now I'm left wondering why this amusement
ain't amusing anymore
I believe I have been disconnected from myself
I believe all my toys have fallen
high from the shelf
And now I don't know where they are
But when they're gone they left a few scars
The game is over and I'm left with me, myself and I
I cannot find myself in this gigantic mess
The real me seems to be nowhere to be found
Drowned in an endless sea of possibilities
So many faces in my voodoo playground
Every human being's covered-up nowadays
Pretending to be someone they are not
So I thought I could just be doing the same
But I've been having trouble joining the dots
The more I'm changing the less I stay the same
The masquerade has started to decay
I'm tired of playing this dangerous game
But there's a price to pay
I believe that there is
no such thing as sanity
I believe that this word should be banned
from every dictionary
Maybe I have some bats in my belfry
They took my identity, they hid it away
and I'm left with me, myself and I
I cannot find myself in this gigantic mess
The real me seems to be nowhere to be found
Drowned in an endless sea of personalities
So many faces in my voodoo playground
Art is cheaper than therapy anyway
Should I just lay down my arms
and enjoy the little things?
Smell the roses, clean the house
and polish the dishes?
Find a boyfriend of virtue,
copulate once a month?
Have a baby, maybe two,
or maybe three at once?
I could never play this part
and be fulfilled in pain
This option sure is the one
that would drive me insane
I'd rather stay home alone
with no one else around
I'm happy with myselves
in my voodoo playground
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9. |
Thing Is Missing
06:27
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Another day another song
Pouring my heart where it belongs
The fire crackling inside me
transforms into melody
It's the greatest feeling
Then the time of duty comes along
I gotta hold on and be strong
And put the real living on hold
Everyone seeks a normal life
Making their way from nine to five
Their heart is beating with no drive
Wearing masks and faking smiles
Among people who gave up
And I am trapped in this routine
Holding on to all my dreams
Fighting for an illusion
Just another wasted day
staring back at the ceiling
I'm dreaming my life away
feeling a thing is missing
I'm walking with doubts on my sleeve
The field of uncertainty
Deep down I know there is a beast
Awaiting to be unleashed
A gift as much as a burden
I might be sentenced eternally
To an empty crowd in front of me
And never rise from rock bottom
Just another wasted day
staring back at the ceiling
I'm dreaming my life away
knowing a thing is missing
In the quest for happiness
It's safer to choose a path
Made of common sense and compromise
But my time is running fast
I won't make this sacrifice
I will embrace life in my own way
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