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Misery
01:17
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Here’s an anthem for the shipwrecked
The crashed coin in the wishing well
The poor soundtrack for the desperate
Already living life in hell
We are lost souls sickened
Trapped in the yesterdays
Buried beneath black sunsets
Waiting to fade away
Holding on to this misery business
Gazing through the thickest shades
Striving and begging for forgiveness
For mistakes we never made
We are lost souls sickened
Trapped in the yesterdays
Buried beneath black sunsets
Waiting to fade away
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2. |
Sleep Paralysis
01:21
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Corrupted my morals in exchange for a glance
Darkened my soul for some cheap romance
I’m getting a sweet taste of a deranged life of sins
While I’m chained in a bed in a too vivid dream
I’m standing barefoot on shattered glass, it cuts my feet
I can’t resist this stranger’s breath upon my skin
This lurking shadow behind my back is creeping me
A tortured soul hangs above my head
My own sword of Damocles
Pointing its finger right to my chest
The ghost of all the “could’ve beens”
I’ll count the bruises and scars
Caused by shame and guilt
Is this a fucking nightmare
Or is this fucking real?
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3. |
Feeble Minds
01:12
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Stuffed in cages with open wounds
Feel the pain in their eyes
Cut, tested and vivisected
For your lips to shine bright
You're a slave to mass consumption
Annihilating your own mind
How can you talk about rights?
Your fucking actions are ruining the world
Are you waiting for a fucking applause?
Cast me out like a leper
I'll still have pride in my eyes
You say I'm a fool without perspectives
Who's the intolerant now?
Hate comes easy without nothing to say
I still keep an open mind
Murder is still murder
even if it just fits your belly
You may believe that vegetarianism is just a joke
Just think about it, you shove corpses down your throat
We're all born with the same fucking rights
Respect what surrounds you, respect yourself
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4. |
PS The Scene Is Dead
00:36
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This the last breath of a dying breed
The big fall of a decaying scheme
You say it’s all about the masterplan
Sorry but I don’t give a damn
Lend a hand - Full of shit talkers
Unity - Full of backstabbers
Here’s my back, please be my guest
If there ever was a scene it’s fucking dead
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5. |
Keep Breathing
01:43
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I’ve been living in despair
I’ve been dancing with regrets
That fire is still burning
And it’s devouring me
Am I going insane?
Or am I just afraid
That ghosts and demons
Will haunt me everyday?
And you may not feel it but my mind is slipping away
I feel lost and I mean it, I’m digging my own grave
There’s a hole in my soul and it’s full of cobwebs
Years spent feeding all the spiders
But there’s awlays a fly that I keep on the loose
To not give up on hope and to not tie the noose
Paint that shit gold
It will be clear
The strength to endure
Foundations built on fear
And I keep breathing
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6. |
Dystopian Eyes
01:21
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The fire in our eyes will never die
So clench our fists and scream our minds
We're making the same mistakes
We're diggin' our own graves
Droppin' the needle on the turntable
to the sound of shit and failure
We are the bastard sons of modern society
We are the broken ones drowning in apathy
So bottom up to our wounded hearts
They'll never tear our souls apart
Dystopian eyes see through the shit
There's still a future for you and me
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7. |
Note To Self
01:59
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Am I fine?
I’ve been trapped for days inside my mind
With synapsis wrapping me like chains
Kicking my ass through memory lane
Is this real?
A total wreck that’s how I feel
With subconscious taunting my nerves I
s this really what I deserve?
I’ve searched the love in the wrong places
I’ve searched the smile on the wrong faces
I gave my best or that’s what I recall
Step by step I’m ready to fall
Misery
is killing me
Mercy me
I’m fucking done
Am I fine?
I’ve been trapped for days inside my mind
Am I fine?
Am I fine?
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8. |
Acceptance
01:02
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It's been fourteen fucking years
and this is still my therapy
All my fears inked on paper sheets
Hundred rhymes screamed to a beat
And there's a lot I should've done
I should've opened up more
Instead of biting my tongue
and fill my mouth with blood
But there's no way I'll regret these years
The smiles, the fights and everything in between
Ten hour rides trapped in a fucking van
wondering what would've happened next
And there are lessons that I've learned
swallowing pride on broken bones
I've paved this path with my own feet
Nostalgia won't get the best of me
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Holy Whore
01:35
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There’s a stench coming from the pulpit
All the hate that you’ve been vomiting
Swept under a crimson rug
With your hand drenched in blood
There’s a holy war inside my head
Litte voices telling me that I need to repent
That salvation is above, oh well
I’d rather get my fucking tan in hell
You can claim the Word all you want
The dying breath of a holy whore
Who chose to be paved in gold
To the price of a million souls
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10. |
Rebirth
00:53
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Oh honey that’s really me
screaming loud in the mirror:
THIS
IS
WAR
It’s time to take care of myself
Empty my mind from this living hell
Dying demons leading the way
Time to break this empty shell
And stop staring into the void
to rise again
I can barely hear my breath
While I’m running far away
I can feel it in my guts
The rotting stench of decay
It’s time to take care of myself
Empty my mind from this living hell
Dying demons leading the way
Time to break this empty shell
And stop staring into the void
to rise again
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11. |
Eulogy
01:54
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Here’s where integrity lies at stake
Where all ideals are laid to rest
But I’ll stick to the same old choice
NO MEANS NO MEANS NO MEANS NO
And you stand proudly by your words
While flushing ‘em down the drain
Hiding behind a shiny armor
Claiming the rejects,
the outcasts, the fucked ups
But you’re just common people
With a fucking different soundtrack
Think about what you stand for
Next time you slam a girl against the wall
Think about what is right
Next time you grab her by the throat
There’s no way to justify this
This is just bullshit
There’s no way to justify this
You’re all hypocrites
You’re all hypocrites
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MISERY FOR A LIVING Udine, Italy
Giangi - Bass
Michael - Vocals
Miguel - Drums
Pier - Guitar
for booking / correspondence: miseryforalivinghc@gmail.com
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