1. |
End Of Lines
02:26
|
|
||
×
|
||||
2. |
End Of Times
03:56
|
|
||
Like death from above
I'm coming at dawn
Where the sky meets the dark
From where I belong
I'm taking your job
And I'm taking my time
I'm taking so many things
That I'm not taking a brake anytime
EVERY DAY TILL THE END OF THE LINE
BE THE GRINDER OR GET GROUND
THIS AIN'T POLITICAL, BUT BUSINESS-WISE
CAUSE NOTHING EVER MATTERS, NOTHING COUNTS
TILL THE END OF TIMES, TILL THE END OF LINES
BE THE GRINDER OR GET GROUND
THIS AIN'T POLITICAL, BUT STREET-WISE
CAUSE NOTHING EVER MATTERS, BUT EVERYTHING COUNTS
|
||||
3. |
Only Evil Remains
04:15
|
|
||
You’re not reading the signs
You’re only following tracks
Missing the good old days
Rather than getting ready what's next
THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT
HAS COME TO AND END
THIS ONLY PROVES
WE DIDN'T KNOW IT WELL
Recent times provide
Opportunity to look inside
And I'd be surprised
If you had anything to be found
Everything passes
Only evil remains
Even the most
Difficult things
Everything passes
Nothing remains
Except the primal
Human evilness
THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT
HAS COME TO AND END
THIS ONLY PROVES
WE DIDN'T KNOW IT WELL
THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT
HAS COME TO AND END
THIS ONLY PROVES
WE DIDN'T KNOW IT WELL
|
||||
4. |
Four Empty Walls
03:55
|
|
||
How many times
Can you start over again
From the bottom of your hear
Ground zero, starting from scratch
Four empty walls
Can you fill them again with life
Making something happen
That may survive
SPREAD IT AROUND
BRING ON THE PAIN
IT'S RIGHT TO HAVE DOUBTS
IN THE END OF THE DAY
It’s hard to master
The art of letting go
Ideas are overrated
So do me and you
Four empty walls
Can you clear them from all the lies
Waiting for the death
Won’t make it more alive
SPREAD IT AROUND
BRING ON THE PAIN
IT'S RIGHT TO HAVE DOUBTS
IN THE END OF THE DAY
Priorities are driving me insane
Is this the place where I wanna be
With the people I can call friends
Do I pretend
Compromises (are) driving me insane
This is the place where I wanna be
With the people I can call friends
I still care
|
||||
5. |
Hell Or High
02:04
|
|
||
I will sleep when the devil
I will run out like time
I will distract the details
I will be hell or high
I will dance on the blades
I will spit on the graves
I will laugh in the face
I will throw the reins
TURN THIS CHEAT DAY INTO A SHARK WEEK
NIGHTMARES INTO WET DREAMS
NIGHTMARES INTO WET DREAMS
|
||||
6. |
Even Satan Fashioneth
05:05
|
|
||
This is pretty far
From being hell
Only a personal one
Having a great document
For how much longer
Can I hide
Behind the luxury
Of looking inside
Betrayed myself
Over the same old song
Everything I thought I was
Just don't fit anymore
I haven't written
A good riff in years
Brilliant lyrics
Turn out to be fills
Even Satan fashioneth
Himself into an angel of light
But at least it's something
In the end of the tunnel
It’s not the end
We’ve been hoping for
Apocalypse without horses
With a price tag on
How much post-truth
Is in store for me
It’s always rush hour
And no one gets outta free
Nincsen magyar szöveg
Nincs mit mondanom nektek
Ha csak a nyelv tart minket össze
Mi sose beszéltünk egyet
|
GYILKOS Budapest, Hungary
"Nincsen magyar szöveg,
Nincs mit mondanom nektek,
Ha csak a nyelv tart minket össze,
Mi sose beszéltünk egyet."
Streaming and Download help
If you like GYILKOS, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp