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Sick Love
04:47
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How do you feel
Dressed in white
Hiding cuts
The secret deal
Has just begun
How does it feel
The raven is free
Fears of a child
Hidden in hair
Wolves have fallen asleep
And who is he
A man from the crowd
The meaning’s more clear
When the turmoil has faded out
There’s no doubt
When life shows its teeth
It’s never just (a) smile
There’s our blood in between
Look at his hands
Fists punching a wall
Ready to hurt
To see
The hands are not cold
Look in his eyes
rabid dog
Who wants to approach
But can’t pretend
He won’t bite
Do you know
Who you are
The one that needs some flesh
Or just (a) messed up bride
To be freed with a knife
There’s no doubt
When life shows its teeth
It’s never just (a) smile
There’s our blood in between
Seasons passed by
Some things got lost
In the past
Your stabbed inside’s
Recovered at last
Hush hush
Little Sibel
The raven is rising again
There’s no doubt
When life shows its teeth
It’s never just (a) smile
There’s our blood in between
Don’t get too scared
You little Sibel
The dust in your hair
And the scars on your arms
Will soon become unseen
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2. |
Vessel A
03:01
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We perceived colours in shades
In the shades of grey
No need for reasons
Or self-reflection
Remorse pushed far away
But from the ashes and cement gardens
Colours can arise
Red from the fires of long (hungry) nights
Green and Blue - awakened eyes
Now we don’t want to erase
Crow’s feet off our faces
Laughter blended with moaning and bells
Fuck off all marketing phrases
We don’t mind watering eyes
Water loves to run down
Furrows fertilized
Fears washed away
We don’t care about tears
water loves to appear and steam away
salty kisses don’t lack either romance
or a hint of shame
Now we don’t want to erase
Crow’s feet off our faces
Laughter blended with moaning and bells
Fuck off all marketing phrases
We can fake our lives
But in the end a lake turns into a waterfall
We can’t make them die
Those thirsty animals
We cautiously hide from our sights
We wanna hear you say
There is no need to be pretentious
Saying we are not to blame
We wanna hear you scream
Without noise there can be no silence
We wanna make you shout
make you shout it all out
We can fake our lives
But in the end a lake turns into a waterfall
We can’t make them die
Those thirsty animals
We cautiously hide
We can’t fake our lives
The creepy animals
Do truly dye our eyes
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Selective Mute Prague, Czech Republic
We are Czech band originally from Most on the North.
Selective Mute is our baby, our project with all our pation for music. It´s time to start to scream - we are here! Thank you for your support in every way. SM
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