the outcasts of outcasts

by Libido Wins

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released September 10, 2010



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Track Name: here's to the citizens of queerdom...
(no words,insert yours)
Track Name: false invocation for fallen poets
pretty girls and pretty boys
we're throwing fists and feeling joy-
we're chrashing mirrors
and wearing masks
"we're loving it...
we don't pretend"
we are desperately seeking soul behind every song
and refinding hearts...
stretching quiet phones
we swear we're sweating in cold beds
reminisence's a false sidewalk until our detour's end
we are seeking isolation in the "übermensch" two
and pushing away everyone we've ever knew
(and now)
let's dedicate the last desperate song
for the shadow-hiding kids
and their 'rights and wrongs'
we're changing facts to become just like you
by never leaving our room...
paranoia is paving the way
for the boulevard of love and hate
thousand of regrets will lead us astray...
would you give me your soul to hear -
'i'm about to end these nights'
take a look into my eyes
and you'll see the bitter fights
with all the kids i left behind
"i never wanted this to become my song
i never wanted you to become my song"
Track Name: the outcasts of outcasts
well,the starting miles never hurt that much
"i'm on the The Long Road,please don't get in touch"
i'll go nowhere when the sun will fall
condemned hymns in my ears are
convincing me about false realities

and wishing could lead to hipocrisy
yeah my love,it is next to 'dead beat city'
where soulbound stars and silent goodbyes
are not really too far...

'and if you gaze for long into an abyss,
the abyss also gazes into you'

swan songs for the disenchanted
all the bitter hearts won't be transplanted
our future is highly tainted
wes,you hadn't miscalculated
Track Name: past,present,future tenses are the same (breaking constancy is not possible)
pregnant teens,dancing queens,
mature kissers,doctor wannabes
painted ones,musical ambitions
actresses beyond attraction
'sympathy is a friend of distraction'-
pretty eyes with tired dreams
"i can't help but i can't sleep"
that's true,i wrote requiems with "amo te"-s
in your hidden diaries
(even if you didn't remember)
i drew a heart around all of your names
for a thousand regrets to celebrate
(even if i haven't loved you at all)
"if the home is where the heart is
- please tell me -where the fuck should i go?"
tell the kids i don't love them anymore
i used to be a good guy from the bad town of apathy
sorry girls,there's no guest allowed from the city naivity
we're noname directors of a silent film
to earn broken money to see we're fuckin alone
i guess i didn't make the music honest enough
so prove me wrong about sad soundtracks,"my love"
screaming isn't worth it
i had reasons for everything
but here's another exception
(and i stopped counting)
we're charming whores looking for love in the nights
and we're wet of the fevered dreams made us outcasts
yeah,we should just give it up
Track Name: at 3 am we hang heads
i am shedding skin,now i can be sincere
you are my damsel in distress -
i am your deaf pair of ears
keep me echoed in your silence :
i stabbed life by living in denial
sing with me 'i skinned love from the hearts'

those broken-back moments aren't gone
i'd rather not feel them at dawns
spit out the tears,turn up the volume
and have a sore-throat syndrome
because of 'nothing for you's
mourn faces with me,this song will hold you tight
we got a love-hate relationship with the starlight
i hate sharing my chest -
if you knew me you'd know that love is dead :
sometimes you need to tell yourself
that you have no more blood to bleed
"we are easy fucks in no need"

some post scripts have been sent about love and hate
at the expense of lovely memories
tears soked papers,blood stained letters
i can feel my soul is drained

i don't need your signs to be fully aware (i know)
i've grown tired of my costumes
solitude morphs into 'self-addiction'
kiss-goodbye my empty heart tunes
Track Name: sons,dreams,homes
i'm not here to know you
or to discuss about myself
this life won't be enough to make it
a better end
i'm only taught how not to be
i'm not a father's son
you can talk about 'we's
but it's all about me
we're fuckin' done

you're invited to the Bay of Guilt
and we'll meet there,you 'filth'
watch me circling - i am ready for your taste
i sharpened my teeth to (easily) tear you apart
and i promise : i will do it,you fuck!

see the shades of dreams
and your family's ruined life?
than you should see that shark

i am ready to feel this mess
i am ready to chew your flesh