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Deer In The Headlights



(2011) Demo
01. Long way to go and short time to get there
02. Basement of memories
03. Can you smell the tang of our bodies
04. Dying city
05. Changing color taking shape



01. Long way to go and short time to get there

Oh destiny you drown me
like an anchor in the fountain of youth

Oh destiny you were so cruel left me
hanging left me alone

Like a last leaf on a frozen tree
Last icicle melting on a roof

Oh destiny so lonely I was standing there
With long way to go and short time to get there

While the day shadows the moon
I hope destiny I'm still timid in your thoughts



02. Basement of memories

I'll never return in this land of mute voices
Machines reign and people have no choices

I'll never return n this land of plastic eyes
Where buildings tear the clouds
and people see no further than these skies

I'll never return in this land without color
Where TV light up your day
Everyone's cold and hating
And no one seems to care

I'll rather burn in the basement of my memories 3x
In the womb of my peace
I'll runaway where you can't find me
Hide in the core of my dreams
I'll sink in blood and flesh of thoughts



03. Can you smell the tang of our bodies

Fragments of our broken dreams
are filling in the layers of my seams
and if you help me mend them
you get to ride my tandem

Oh boy just sit behind me
and let me drive us to the borders of our minds
I'll never be this kind so just hop on
you're in for hell of a ride

Can you smell the tang of our bodies
Do you see the sweat coming from the back of my head 2x

Oh darling we've been dead for a long time
we've built a tower of guilt now there is nothing we can do to tear it down
Don't frown dear our love has trembles long before this
But there is still serenity in your face.



04. Dying city

Endless roads shall become my home
Like a sinking ship on a endless trip
No coast on sight for months or years
This city is killing me on every step

Banja Luka is dead
rotten minds in rotten heads
poisoned hearts in poisoned bodies

All around me empty visions
sons and daughters of a dying city



05. Changing color taking shape

Like a chameleon
Changing color taking shape
With every single brake

Like a chameleon
From branch to branch
from tree to tree
nothing but the empty shape
brainless empty shape

brainless empty shape
like a chameleon
caught in a moment
changing color taking shape
with every single brake

sailors in a sinking ship sailing into endless trip

like a chameleon
from branch to branch
from tree to tree