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PINBALL MAP
(In Flames)

As I aim for that bright white day 
Conflict serum is my aura 
It seems that life's so fragile 
I guess I'll fly some other time 

I lack from superhighway thoughts 
Won't live as long as the city lights 
Soaked by underwater times 
Electric splash on a midnight drive 

Wish I could rape the day, 
just something radical 
Lost the sense of sweet things 
Who's gonna take me widely? 

Guided by the pinball map 
The driver, still unknown 
Who was sent to glorify? 
Before we injected this common pride 

Sometimes I don't belong 
Release me from your world 
Pacified by the small things in life 
I wait for earthquakes to rearrange 

Never been able to use the force 
I only have it read to me 
Despite all the misguided faith 
(Maybe) I'll find a place in this mess 

Early morning moments 
A glimpse of joy 
But soon it's over and I return to dust 
As I try to be 
Everything and everyone 
I waste away.

ONLY FOR A WEEK
(In Flames)


I can't tolerate your sadness 
cause it's me you're drowning 
I won't allow any hapiness 
cause everytime you laugh, I feel so guilty 

"I blame the needs that you feed 
cause selfish eyes would not see" 

Am I forced to have any regret? 
I've become the lie, beutiful and free 
In my righteous own mind 
I adore and preach the insanity you gave 

Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak 
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me 
No need for sympathy, it's only for the weak) 
On bleeding knees I accept my fate 

I've lost the ability to paint the clouds 
cause it's me you're draining 
I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark day 
cause everytime you run, I fall behind 

"Far away is a place where I hide 
the truth that have to be locked away" 

And so I hear my voice again 
The tale of the bitter man, here I am 
Shake the silence and hear what it says 
The tranquil pride that become the lie.

CLAYMAN
(In Flames)


Your self control makes me feel alone 
I've tried confidence, had it for breakfast today 
I've lost the perfection, a mess without words 
(And) As the seasons change I'll continue to ignore 
The image I project - me without me 
The picture that I scanned is borrowed 

After the education you stopped making sense to me 
Seems to me that it's all the same, time and time again 
Slowly, all that I believed in, turning into a lie 
To aim and miss, my supernatural art 
Spending to much time with myself 
Trying to explanin who I am 

How come it's possible 
I wish there was a way 
(Suddenly) I feel so invinsible 
I'm the sculpture made out of clay 

I need someone to break the silence 
before it all falls apart 
I need something to cling onto 
before I break you in parts 

So afraid of what you may think 
And all the plastic people that surrounds me 
I have to find the path to where it all begins 
To teach the world my supernatural art.

BAD DAY
(R.E.M.)


A Public service announcement followed me home the other day
I paid it nevermind. Go away.
Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick- free Teflon whitewashed presidency
We're sick of being jerked around
Wear that on your sleeve

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, 
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down.

Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance? Those-ants-in- pants glances.
Well, look behind the eyes
It's a hallowed, hollow anesthesized
"save my own ass, screw these guys"
smoke and mirror lock down

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, 
Count your blessings.
the papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh. Not one more

Its been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture
Its been a bad day.
Please

We're dug in the deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned--we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your blessings.
Embrace the lowest fear/Ignore the lower fears
Ugh, this means war.

Its been a bad day.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, 
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down.

Its been a bad day...



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