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Darkest Of Times (Live Studio Session EP)

by New Dead Project

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1.
there are many ways to set yourself on fire and you don't need gasoline. there are many ways to fix your broken life and I know which one's there for me. in the darkest of times we still have this sound to heal our wounded to heal our broken hearts. a desease is spreading the dead walk our streets and they're looking for you and me. and everything they touch turns into shit BUT THERE'S ONE PLACE THEY CANNOT REACH. we're so few and far between and the world is all around. but noone can kill, noone can kill the sound. there's nothing left to say just to scream and shout. and there's no way to deny it: PUNK ROCK SAVED MY LIFE
2.
'feeling alienated among the mindless millions who fight for false perfection? got tired of being raped by oversized billboards on every streetcorner?' so do I those men is suits, their laws and their weapons will kill us all in the process of making their profit our once lifefull bodies now becoming empty shells (because) the spirit is unnecesary for machines to keep on running. we're all slaves, we could only free ourselves set the world on fire and let it burn! 'feeling inprisoned by the boring ways you're forced to live your lifes in? still like to just stop and watch the sunset?' so do I we fell asleep and our machines took our places in time we know all the problems and we know how to solve them we've got all the knowledge to save our lives knowing it all but still carry on with the routine... if we let them kill us we deserve to die
3.
those golden years made me feel tall and I never forget how I used to feel so strong. those days have passed and left me here but something's still ringing in my ear. not sure what it is but I cherrish it every day trying to find it a shape trying to find a name, not sure what it is but it keeps me wake at night, pumps my blood for keeping me alive... and I see him every day, he's my worst enemy from the mirror starring back at me. I must not forget the only thing I've ever learned: these arms are wings, THESE ARMS ARE WINGS!
4.
The horizon comes rushing with flashing white lights darkness crawls nearer, we're set against the tide the water turns grey, waves whisper your name FASTEN THE ROPES, STRECH OUT THOSE SAILS! the deck yells a creak like a lone battle-cry the ship climbs and falls, tide after tide crashing waves offer their cold-dead embrace ALL HANDS ON DECK, THERE'S NO TIME TO WASTE and as the storm's raging, don't let faith go, don't let faith go THERE IS AN ISLAND AHEAD, THERE MUST BE AN ISLAND AHEAD and as the storm's raging, don't let fear overtake you (because) our course is true. we sail through uncharted waters but our course is true. OUR COURSE IS TRUE
5.
I used to seem strong but really I was just hiding. so thank you for pushing me off from that cliff and teach flying. we had the times of our lives, you and I as we danced to the beautiful sound of hearts exploding. and now they only see an end and I cannot blame them, to them we are a secret. but at an unknown place and an unknown time we keep dancing to the sound of hearts exploding.
6.
...is all i can think of to say with this battered voice of mine, through layers of shallow everydays. Radio Lullaby- it haunts me every day but i do my best to keep me form listening. it stuns, it lulls, it kills, if you listen long enough it makes you take their suicide pills. day by day slowly getting buried under broken promises we've made to ourselves. will we break them all? there's a point in everyone's life when it seems easier to let go then to fight. arms seem too short to reach, walls sem too thick to breach. that's the point where i am right now.
7.
We carry gasoline in our veins and matches in our hearts 15 seconds is more than enough to burn everything we've got forsaken...with elation...disintegration.

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Live Studio Session EP. Recorded live at Supersize Recordings Hungary in february 27. 2014. Recorded and mixed by Dexter. Lineup on this record: Marton Toth-Kurtz - guitar; Zsolt Laszlo - guitar; Bence Balla - bass; Adam Demjen - drums; Andras Bodecs - vocal.

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released June 9, 2014

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