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Tales of a Redefinition

by The Scrap

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1.
Thinking underground, you understand that your whole life. It’s a deadly fake. Look into your bones and your rotten little brain what promises their faith. You full of worms, waiting the ascension. But, dude, you are fucking possessed by the oldest clown. Blame on the priest, blame on the crowd. Your soul has been sold, no price, just fall in the eternity of the darkness. The doomsday clock is waiting just for you. Don’t try to escape from her. The doomsday clock is waiting just for you. Don’t try to escape from her.
2.
Take a breath, forget the law and the statement and put your shadow over me. Set it off, set it off the darkness in, in the ground .You’re falling, I know that feel Our sensations and expectations join in one body. Your shadow over me I want your rage with me I’m fading away. Your shadow over me I want your rage with me I’m fading away. It’s simple, a shadow reverse shadow for all along the fucking eternity. Our sensations and expectations join in one body. Your shadow over me .I want your rage with me. I’m fading away. Your shadow over me .I want your rage with me .I’m fading away. I’m fading away. I’m fading away. I’m fading away. I’m fading away. I’m fading away. I’m fading away.
3.
I saw the darkness into the sun. I saw the fire into the ice. But, now, looking your beautiful eyes in the tunnel, I see the light. I saw a breath in a graveyard. I saw compassion into the time. I know it, the way it’s so hard, but I want it Please burn my old soul, destroy all my visions again. Please burn my old soul, destroy all my visions again. I saw a culture sold out for gold. I saw the fall of the empire. Too much weight, I’m going to fall. Leave my sorrow. Please burn my old soul, destroy all my visions again. Please burn my old soul, destroy all my visions again. In the eternity forget. It’s like a new deadly nest. But I am lost in the dark. Cause it’s the dance with the death. Please burn my old soul, destroy all my visions again. Please burn my old soul, destroy all my visions, visions. Please burn my old soul, destroy all my visions again. Please burn my old soul, destroy all my visions again. And all begins now but my story ends.
4.
The Blame 04:05
We used to be one and always keep doing the same. Just sit and look, sit and look. Your solution is the blame. With you I forgot all I want to say. I'm weak like the paper, like the paper where you cross out my name. Only meat and bone, I am Only heart and brain, you forgot. Only meat and bone, I am Only heart and brain , heart and brain… Heart by heart, it’s never been the same. From destiny’s troubles, we cannot escape. Only meat and bone, I am Only heart and brain, you forgot. Only meat and bone, I am Only heart and brain , heart and brain. Heart and brain…
5.
Castaway 03:56
Is there a life before dead or it’s just a simple wait state? ‘’I don’t belong here’’ he said, but he doesn’t row to escape. Like a useless toy who only wants your bloody second change. I still waiting for, I still waiting for I still waiting for, for you In the clouds I see your rage hating me. I still waiting for, I still waiting for I still waiting for, for you In the clouds I see your rage hating me. The sun burns the castaway and burns his skin and feel. He’s on the top of the world but disappears. Like a useless toy who only want your bloody second change. I still waiting for, I still waiting for I still waiting for, for you In the clouds I see your rage hating me. I still waiting for, I still waiting for I still waiting for, for you In the clouds I see… I’m not alright. I still waiting for, I still waiting for I still waiting for, for you In the clouds I see your rage hating me. I still waiting for, I still waiting for I still waiting for, for you In the clouds I see.
6.
I’m the sea .I’m trying conquer your land again. Over and over I’m hitting you. This border it’s like my jail. But, it’s real cause my fear truly exist. But, it’s real cause my fear truly exist. Unchain my heart. I’m coming a little closer you to smell the sand again. But your reject the loser too. This border it’s like my jail Like my jail, my jail, my jail, my jail. My heart it’s full of dead sailors. Was not an accident… Let me explain all my failures. why you are my jail. But, it’s real cause my fear truly exist, unchain my heart. But, it’s real cause my fear truly exist, unchain my heart. But, it’s real cause my fear truly exist, unchain my heart. Unchain my heart, unchain my heart, unchain my heart. Unchain my heart, unchain.
7.
New Born 03:10
Suddenly, we rise against. And now we, we break the chain. It’s the moment to be the spotlight. It’s the time to win the fight. It’s a new born. It’s a new fight. It’s a new light for your eyes. It’s a new born. It’s a new light. It’s a new fight for your mind. It’s a new born. It’s a new fight. It’s a new light for your eyes. It’s a new born. It’s a new light. It’s a new fight for your mind. The sound exited my ears. The light hurt my eyes. This. All, all we wanted. It’s a new born It’s a new born. It’s a new fight. It’s a new light for your eyes. It’s a new born. It’s a new light. It’s a new fight for your mind. It’s a new born.

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El disc fou enregistrat i masteritzat entre el mesos d'agost i octubre
de 2014 als estudis MT Records per Pedro Moyà , tècnic i productor.

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released June 19, 2015

The Scrap volem agraïr a tots els que varen col·laborar dins el nostre
disc: Marc Saez, per els seus guturals dels voltants de l'ultratomba;
Miquel Bennàssar, per transportar-nos al cèl amb el seu violoncel; Juanjo Monserrat, voldriem ser els teus dits per mourem's a ritme dels teus solos; Guri, per la seva paciencia i ganes de fer renou ;i a tota
la tropa d'amics que varen fer el coros.
Gràcies també a Timothy Llompart Illustration per el disseny de la portada, de la versio fisica i el bandcamp.

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