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Oan - "Bath" I write for an image that’s stuck in my head, Falling asleep at the edge of my bed Wondering how many days may be left, Trying but failing at catching a rest, Wonder if I’ll be the one that they wish me to be, what will we do when I finally fail at succeeding to be, the friend or the son that you want me to be. What about promises promised to be, What about dreams I led you to believe, What when you find out it all was all a lie to prevent you from leave-ing And all of those times that you told me you were here for me and nothing else will drop dead like an echo that drops into nothingness. Feeding the void that keeps filling my body and drags me to the window, I stare through, - on all of those nights when I feel like I’m falling asleep only if my brain is numb and, all of those seconds that turn into minutes once I glance my sight to the glass man. - Feeling you away even when you hold me, I’m starting to feel kind of scared by the man in the mirror, a ghost from a future to come that is showing me outcomes I feared. - What about people I missed, What about memories seeked, Not in your heart but in mine, when I try to remember thinks I don’t believe that I lived, - It’s hard to the bone when I look at the past and I see myself dreaming of what I could be, (unaware of the luck to be able to be anything that I wished) and all that I have are my eyes looking up from the depths of my bath. - Finally feeling like freeing the rath. - Trying to make you feel sorry for sins I commit. - Dreams I led you to believe. Dreams I led me to believe. Dreams I led us to believe, (Dreams that I tried to commit to, But were too much out of our reach) KX - “Mar Enllà” Amb cendra ben negre he tenyit l'esperit Del ramat el be negre ha deixat anar el crit De la sang i la carn tots n'heu fet embotit Perque ara us lamenteu que el boti s'ha exaurit Amb dolors a l'esquena i les penes el pit Robant les Helenes de Troya a Paris Les venes li diuen ser el rei de la nit Que la tinta l'incita a no sortir del llit Ara plora l'estany de banyoles sap que no es feliç Tremolen les rajoles quan desvia de cami La mare li va dir que apuntés alts sense caigudes Les coses naven fotudes s'ha d'evitar defallir Ara toca divagar no val dir vaga als enemics La guerra li fa mandra perque ha de lluitar pels rics No toca la tecla skinny per la fleca nota que li falta teca suficient per posar punt als seus escrits Parit a la Vila de Gracia on el fum bufa el vent Quatre carrers guarden silenci a cada sol naixent De la vida que portaven no en seran mai conscients Canutos i calers desitja tot el jovent Catant la policia observant cada moviment Recorda s'emociona perque encara es sent un nen Quan el barça i fumarla eran el pa de cada tarda i et sudava tot el rabo ser contraproduent El miro i m'en adono el paio ha deixat de volar Ha perdut la confiança i l'amor del seu germa Amagat en un oracle ens relata com la va negar La veritat decep i amb la parca van a navegar No saben que no es tracta de dolor aixo va mes enlla No saben el que diuen doncs la boca puta xapala Excava sota terra l'anima atrapala! S'escapa per l'escletxa tot allo que volia trallar! Outro: Welcome to Cowley Rd. K: We’ll win on this wind, that whines outside our windows. - Can even write if I’m indoors, - O: Guanyem el que volem, I robem el que es nostre, - Vivim el moment que tu prens com a mostra. - K: We lose everytime that we black out again, O: We win when we wake up and write it on wind. //// COWLEY RD. MAKES IT ATOMICALLY, FEEL FREE TO FALL ON OUR FELONY, - FEEL FREE TO STICK ON OUR GOAD, FEEL FREE TO HANG ON OUR MELODY, FEEL US INSIDE OF YOUR GUTS, FEEL FREE TO OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND YOUR EARS CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I’M DROPPING MY LOAD, (The moment has come) WELCOME TO COWLEY RD.