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No Choice
02:52
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No choice but pushing the desire down
Dysfunctionnal body or lonely end of life
A shotgun wedding to your frustration
A forever growing sexual affliction
I can’t understand there is so much issues
We still don’t dare to raise today
So, if we live in excess and decay,
Which place for pleasure ? We just feel the noose
Sex workers want to be secured, living for sure
Sex seekers just can’t be cured
[Pleasure]
For much, this is a need, not an optional luxury
Tell me about lust, I'll tell you about misery
Let’s stop surviving at the cost of dignity
How long have we been agreeing this insanity ?
So, if we live in excess and decay,
Which place for pleasure ? We just feel the noose.
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Heavy Past
03:19
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We all have grown up in the ruins of a heavy past
We have heard so much about it, we're out of the spiral
And everyone’s talking about the duty of memory
But tell me, who’s still alive ?
Tell me, who remembers the way it happened?
I can’t read these lines, the page has blackened
But I know that it’s pretty hard to refute an argument of authority
And I know that united people drives to splitted responsibility
We’re not the ones who wander between jokes and threats
No hatred to defeat, we don’t suffer, let’s be honest for once
We’re not the ones who remember this time
How could we recognize something we’ve never known before ?
I thought hatred was done, I thought our minds were finally open
But we all need an enemy, somebody to embody our mistakes
How could I judge anyone ? I can’t remember this time
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Stuck In The Fall
03:35
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Stuck in the fall, you see, living again old times, old memories
Can’t see my future, my sight is blurred by unshed tears
This unknown we fear is giving us no model, no control
So we try to find a place, but what if we fail ? What if we fall ?
Childhood was full of dreams, can you smell the scent of hope anymore ?
I feel the pressure of social success pulling me on the other way
I saw the path they built for me with pride
I walked on, I stumbled upon my doubts
I feel the wrath to have to choose the right side
I’m stuck in the fall
There should be no confusion between who you are and who they want you to be
How much do you wanna live ?
How much do you wanna exist ?
I was looking for a truth, but I finally find myself
Stop dreaming, stop waiting. This is now, you can be whoever you wish
Would you live your last days by storing memories on a shelf ?
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I Hope I Will
03:02
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A different world’s in front of me, another side of the same reality
Different way of life and needs, some kind of new relationships
I thought my actions had no consequences, and it was true for a time
Today my speech, my wishes are no longer mine
I’ve heard thousands of voices screaming their own truth
Thousands of points in thousands of talks
But now I’m scared to see that everyone agree with each other
How can I change my mind with no different judgement to gather ?
I hope I will move through the bubble
I’m not alone, I feel safe and comfortable
Nothing surprises me, and even less so this evil I can’t see
A black sheep into a black sheep herd
Echoes of my steps resounds again and again
A different world was born, another bloodstain on the crown
We’re sick of the shepherd, just hear the voice of the number
Just a whisper in the crowd, slowly turning to collective wisdom
I finally moved through my bubble
I’m not alone, I still feel safe and comfortable
Some things surprise me, and even more so this evil now I see
Now I see
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What About Punk Rock?
04:42
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What do you think about this pick ? Will your job save you from sadness ?
Was it your own choice ?
Just keep walking straight ahead, out there is a safe place to fall
Was it your own choice ?
We’ve got no feeling about this life
We’ve got no feeling about our death
We don’t care about future and past
We just live this day
We are, we are alive
We can feel it in ourselves
We won’t survive
You will never feel the same
Whatever we do, whatever we say, there is no time for doubt
That was our own choice
We deliberately choosed a hard way of doing some stuff, and finally get out
That was our fucking choice
Do it yourself around the clock
No matter if you stumble
There is no fate in punk-rock
Just a few troubles
We are alive
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