Lover, Sinner, Thief18 years lived, 4 years dead. I've lost myself in a cold october night. no innocence is left of me. and every day feels like wasting. I've wasted these years. half stack inside 'what if's', half stack inside regrets. time went by and silence came. depression is my one and only friend. in lonely nights, I still lay awake, spending hours asking...'where have you been? to save me from my mistakes. easy love and some bottles of sin, were all it needed to make a lover a thief.' you're hazel eyes, my favorite smile. missed since the day when you said goodbye. but my heart still knows our swan song. I'm sorry, cause this was our last song. and every day feels like wasting. I've wasted these years. half stack inside 'what if's', half stack inside regrets. And it all happened too fast. now it's too late, can't turn back time, I've failed. and I spent nights waiting for you in the cold. I spent nights hoping for you in my thoughts, but you never came. YOU NEVER CAME. only in my dreams you came... and with every night spent alone the distance grows and further seems forever. and I realize I'm all alone.
Prove This World WrongProve this world wrong. The zines, the shows, the distros and labels. The hardcore family - my sisters and bros. The records, the books - our own propaganda. The protests, the workshops, it’s all in the agenda. The sleepovers, the meals and the kid’s affection. This is the background of our type of action. Every time I do things by myself I’m proving this world wrong. FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART I DEDICATE MY LIFE TO THIS. D.I.Y. YOU CAN'T BEAT THIS FEELING! (x2) Cooking vegan meals for touring bands, in the DIY spirit it’s all in our hands. No drugs, no alcohol, just kids having fun. Great hangouts, everyone is welcome. Our style, our talks, exchanging information. Proudly losing money for the sake of dedication. Every time I do things by myself I’m proving this world wrong. FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART I DEDICATE MY LIFE TO THIS. D.I.Y. YOU CAN'T BEAT THIS FEELING! (x2) From the bottom of my heart I dedicate my life to this. (x4) Mainstream has no soul cause above ground it’s all foul. I'll keep it underground cause the truth lays in the underworld (x2) I’ll prove this world wrong (x4)