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Endut! Hoch Hech!

by Preventer

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1.
Swandive 04:08
What a time to pretend to be alive Break your back in another swandive Graceless useless wretched tourmaline Harsh beginning Imperfect design A meaningless exchange of hopes and fears Count your blessings Count your tears Please save me I'm falling Oblivion opens beckoning me in A haunted repartee, no empathy I wasn't focused Repeat the problem to me Come alive at night when no-one sees Graceless useless wretched third degree Please save me I'm falling Oblivion opens, beckoning me in The decline was alarming Oblivion is open, open Here I lie I'm paralysed Hypnotised On my own I swandive Bail the entry What a useless time to, to be alive Crack my face in another nosedive Graceful heartfelt hopeless I resign A fractured ending Imperfect design Please save me I'm falling Oblivion opens, beckoning me in The decline was alarming Oblivion welcomes, welcomes Here I lie I'm paralysed Hypnotised On my own I swandive Bail the entry
2.
Sentinels 04:39
Like mescaline it drips through veins Till only shade remains Dark behind her eyes Heaven's on the vine Her body's old her soul is cold She straight up sold it for another line For a better time Heaven's on the vine What drives a man to drown his heart And sacrifice his art Empty promises The madness will pervade to every part Whatever hope he left behind Will damn and cast him blind Tell him one more time Your body's on the line Your body's on the line What drives a man to stab his heart A coldness for a start I never want to hear you've come apart again There might never be a better chance To right the wrongs You're never too far gone to come back Just turn around Heaven's on the vine Her body's old her soul is cold She straight up sold it for another line Heaven's on the vine
3.
Terror on the midnight grind Mutterseelenallein Terror my only friend Coming alive again I'm determined not to waste my time Fled the production line Fallen apart since then Beg for a life again Demons at the fallow stand Awoken from the harrowed land Treading the boards we laid Playing the masquerade I'm learning how to take command Stop watching the minute hand Wishing my self away Abandoning yesterday Colourblind Nevermore Undermined No encore I don't mind What's in store I'll be fine Reconcile the quarter light Abandon the fires of night Machinery rusts and bends Beg for a life again I'm swallowing a newer pill It's bitter and the fear holds still Adventure has took my hand Coming alive again Colourblind Nevermore Undermined No encore I don't mind What's in store I'll be fine Like before
4.
Touch 03:48
Inherent deceiver Unbending inquisitioners Appearances keeper The lie Trinity jaded An innocence faded by design A footnote underlined Her eyes are open to the world When all she ever wanted was a girl They shackled her freedom Altar-side in a lacy dress Made it force a smile Trinity dreaming In silence she's screaming on her knees But no-one really sees Her eyes are open to the world When all she ever wanted was a girl The rapture stole it took so much When everything she's craving was her touch Her eyes are open to the world When all she ever wanted was a girl The rapture stole it took so much When everything she's craving was her touch
5.
Old Town 03:49
I can't be here no more Forgetting how to live Don't wanna wait no more I have no more to give The cold has seeped in through The cracks in the window The mold I breathe in deep Will never let me go So many people there Just waiting out their lives They sit and eat and stare They're lining up to die The most inventive ways They make you waste your time The most destructive ways They make you tow the line Dead inside, smile saturnine Malice much maligned Take away my lifeline Days done and so are mine They'll say you can't They'll tell you stop Cut your hair and get a job You're always kicking up a fuss At least pretend to be like us A calloused hand will strike your face A knackered woman cries disgrace They'll make you turn your records down In your shit flat up Old Town They'll say don't think You're never free Ignore all that you love to be They'll blind you till you cannot see They'll choke you till you cannot breathe So many drinking till they drown Will do their best to break you down They're bringing all their fetters round To your shit flat up Old Town Dead inside, smile saturnine Malice much maligned Take away my lifeline Days done and so are mine
6.
BVRLESQU 05:03
I don't mind intensity There's nothing wrong with passion But meeting of the minds brings Nothing useable in fashion I'm not your enemy I'm not your enemy Rest your mind Your messed up mind Express the things that stress you Call another white coat out Aligning with pest control Elbows down mentality No nonsense notwithstanding Revise the arts telepathy And sentience mind control I'm my worst enemy I'm my worst enemy Dance your wild dance Around the caucus room You know there's blood on your hands I don't mind adversity What hill you choose to die on Mid to high dispersity Calls time a transient ghost Calm your mind it makes me nervous I don't understand you I can't cope with vertigo You hurt my head you must go Your own worst enemy Dance your wild dance Around the caucus room You know there's blood on your hands Dance your wild dance Around the caucus room You know there's blood on your hands The end will come soon Take your last chance While flowers still bloom Because there's blood on your hands You know there's blood on your hands
7.
So I recorded all my flaky DNA Calibrated change in me to suit the state of play Met with the general, he ordered me to hold the line So I'm a merc but what's a boy to do? (Boy to do) So I've been let down by the fuzzfucked trash n' flange Not in the closet, in the kitchen with the other pans Met with your brother, boy ain't he a lovely lad I'd like some of whatever it was that your sweet mother had So I'm a mark but what's a boy to do? (Boy to do) I'm a sweaty I'm a stan a loser through and through (balls to bones) Developed allergies to everything I knew A broken snare that's taped to death beyond all resonating now So put that on your highlight reel, slow it down times three The denouement spells E X C S T A C E E ... E The sentries line the gangway, shine your helmets get yourself on Let's all aboard we launch at dusk
8.
Soaking boxes left under stairs In them you and me Doomed to life amongst the rats Cold and alone with many millions by our side Singing funeral dirges just to pass the time I got a bad feeling about it all I got a bad feeling about it all The blackened spoons left on the stairs Eyes averted Don't step barefoot on shards of glass A path diverted from where teachers told us we would walk Lies and lessons learned from the lectern, from the cloth I got a bad feeling about it all I got a bad feeling about it all
9.
Untitled 06:06
Now listen space boy Your hair's on fire, I told you once Don't listen space boy Your head's on fire, I like it like Expect none less boy From the best in the nest Will you come back boy You left your room in such a mess Now look here space boy Pressure's on, don't be late Work harder space boy Don't be late Now listen space boy Your hair's on fire, I told you Don't be like earth boy He's such a failure every turn Now listen space boy I like it like You need some space boy Laika's in space boy

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released March 1, 2024

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Preventer Sheffield, UK

Postpunk / synthwave band from Yorkshire, UK

Deedee Ash: Vox / Guitar
Matt Holt: Synths / Keyboards
Keith Robinson: Bass

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