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Abyss
03:46
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As I peeked into the void
the void came after me
like the shame upon the sinners
and the hunger for a sin
And the picture of the world
it all bleached in front of me
and there was no one above
no ends, just will
Then I came across a valley
and I found myself in dirt
and the beating of the masses
made me sick upon the edge
But then face to face with despair
I embraced the absurd with care
and the more I rebel
the more I am a child at play
Over the abyss
floating over the abyss
and I think that I’ve lost control
I’m dazed, I’m numb
I spin and roam this endless hole
in the rapture
of this revelry
Fallen from grace
absorbed by the self
now watch it collapse
like a hole in the sky
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Little Death
04:48
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I’ve got a new friend
who’s reckless and strange
it’s mindless you see
what else do I need?
Suspense in the touch
a look without noise
and her childish face
I took her and said:
spend more time around
cause life is nowhere to be found now but in you
Shut up and taste the silence just for once
just let it go
just let it out
An instant of play
a sweet little death
the heart skipped a beat
in violent bliss
She fused in the dark
with my drunken nights
and so she became
the beauty of decay
Stay a little longer
cause the night is almost over now
Shut up and taste the silence just for once
just let it go
just let it out
Everything’s beautiful cause it must end
and so are you my pretty friend
Nights burn out like a cigarette, darling
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New Drugs In Queue
04:40
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Endless winter, all my faith is gone
the remains don’t look so well
Yellow apparitions, warnings from inside
it’s either black or white
And I’m fucking tired of this
and I’m fucking lonely again
so I better choose quick
before I fall all over again
Cover your eyes then
Cover your eyes
everything multiplies sadly
And all the faces that we came today to meet
empty and shallow and won’t disappear
guess that good times are gone gone gone gone
and all the illusions that they try on our lightheaded minds
product of a series of hopeless souls
I’m afraid to say it but… mine is dying too…
love me, hate me, do whatever you want
cause I have to take off
Off… Off… Off… Off…
That’s what I came to say
that’s what I came to do
That’s what I came to say
that’s what I came to do
That’s what I came to fight today
that’s what I’m here to claim
Waving at your people, smiles that are fake
time with our friends, new drugs in queue
Hey make it stop now please
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Times that flash before my eyes
and blow away
fluorescent pictures that get me higher
caressing me in my sleep
And how I want you…
and how I lust for you…
Blurry visions and desires,
chromatic summers under the sun
like changing shapes displayed over your bright eyes
that I could never get enough
And how I want you…
and how I lust you…
Because I love, how I love
when our fears start to grow
and it is so, so exhilarating
so we dance
like reckless spirits through the night
getting carried away
And how I want you…
and how I lust you…
With bleeding moon and beating hearts
and mighty bloom across the sky…
heavy breathing, thrilling touch
and having seizures on the floor…
through haunted halls and screaming walls,
chasing you as the dark soaks us up…
oh, in the biting frosty night
you look so lovely…
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Time… constant dagger in my mind
and soon… everyone will be gone
and you’ll be… on your own
I repeat… in your bones
it’s ok… you’ll find your way out
no cherished hopes
don’t cry baby boy
alone…
Is someone else walking over me?
is everything going to fall any soon?
is something else going to collide
cause I can’t take it anymore
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t
I rather be alone…
I should, I should, I should, I should
I must stay alone…
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Three cheers for the haters
all those slow-life agitators
and let us all throw up what we’ve been told
and raise our voice for nothing at all
I was born and raised in the post-modern age
my revolution’s customizable and fit
I wanna live
emptiness in technicolor like on TV
enjoy! it’s the new must
choke on a diet of leisure and lust
Single-serving friendships and soul-sucking sluts
hedonistic pleasures to fill up our holes
“Cynics of the world, please unite
dreamers of the lost generation
we can’t ever get satisfied
current events, possible disaster”
And god is nothing but a…
dry sardonic laugh
with whom I laugh along
through my florid life
My ego’s my only religion and my path
fuck old values, I want morals à la carte
We’re the mirror of the world
bulimic and self-absorbed
collective narcissism, madness porn and hype
there is no future but it’s alright
There’s a spectre haunting all the nations
the cynical laugh of my generation
“Cynics of the world, please unite
dreamers of the lost generation
we can’t ever get satisfied
current events, possible disaster”
Cynics of the world unite, you’ve got nothing to lose!
nothing to lose, but your brains!
Cynics of the world unite…
cynics of the world…
Cynics of the world unite…
cynics of the world…
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Disorders Mexico City, Mexico
Disorders oscila entre la oscuridad del temprano post-punk, los estados alterados de la psicodelia y melodías pop; llevando como estandarte el cinismo ante el absurdo de la vida moderna.
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