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Live Wire
04:16
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You’re not the first to touch-
Where vacant hands have climbed,
And you can’t fill my void-
No matter how deep you get inside,
Cut off all my circuits,
Just as all the others,
Whose dirty hands have wandered,
Programmed my legs to surrender
(Mmm)
I’m tired of this
Just as all the others,
You think you’ve made your mark.
You think you hold some magic key-
Don’t use me as your vacancy.
Don’t use me as your crutch.
You know fuck all about me,
You couldn’t fulfill me,
God knows that I’m most empty.
I’m tired of this
Oh, oh, oh,
I’m tired of this
Oh, oh, oh
I’m a Live Wire
Just waiting for the thrill of a shock-
Just as all the others,
I’m blamed for being heartless,
But you who made me a machine,
You took one thing away from me-
‘Cause I know once I unfurl,
You’ll cut off all my power,
You shut off all my light,
Bulbs of glass will shatter-
(I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry)
I’m not fit to be your angel,
(I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry)
I wasn’t fit to pass the gates,
(I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry)
Slam the door right in my face
And on your floor I lay, I’ll sing to you, a broken record-
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
I sure do get hot headed sometimes
I don’t hold back no secrets
Just because a book is open don’t mean you go slamming yourself between it.
You can read me cleary,
This here ain’t no morse code,
Tell me Mr.Turing-
This ain’t no enigma.
Now any tiny burst,
That tickles my short fuse-
Don’t you fucking touch me-
I’m a real Live Wire.
Oh, oh, oh,
I’m tired of this.
Oh, oh, oh,
I'm tired of this.
Oh, oh, oh,
I’m a live wire-
Just waiting for the thrill of the shock!
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2. |
Phoenix
03:56
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Sometimes it feels like I have no choice,
And so I’m stripped of my voice-
I can’t let my woes carry me through the wind.
And each day passes,
I’m glad the moment I can catch a break from this boredom,
I jump out imagined windows-
I’m a little songbird,
If I shed the last tear, I’ve won!
My heart unlocks the cage-
And I rise from the ashes.
A glimpse of heaven,
What is it that will make this all worth while?
In the soot pile where I lay,
Ground down, worn thin, burnt out-
I want to break away-
I wanna span as far away,
But I’m encased within your false love.
I’m not your little birdy-
(Ah, ah, ah,)
And If I own the last tears, I’ve won-
My heart unlocks the cage,
And I rise from the ashes-
I wish for my heart,
I wish for my soul to ignite-
Oh I don’t like chirping bout love in my songs- because it makes me sick!
So don’t you dare go clipping my wings,
I’ll never be your bitch!
So no more heartache!
The luminosity explodes within-
And in the starlight where I gleam
I cast a spell of hope...
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3. |
Allergic to Colour
03:54
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I’m lost again-
Got a crumpled ‘tweny dollar bill crushed into my laced boots-
And I still smell of smoke,
Stale mouth, stale perfume-
Conversations I’ve had ten times in this barren wasteland-
We both inhaled and I’m still alone,
Crushing my heels onto the curb-
I head back home to nowhere,
Look at all the pawns on the street,
One foot in front of the other,
Them bastards must be allergic to colour.
Red, green, blue, white light passes-
But it seems so damn dark.
In highlights, in all the ugliness-
I am brought back home.
I trudge forward to nowhere.
The voices keep me laughing all the way,
One foot in front of the other-
The shadows have become my friends.
Raw heels forward to nowhere,
The sidewalks where dead women dance,
Grounded by the numbness of my hunger-
At least I’m not allergic to colour,
At least I’m not allergic to colour.
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4. |
Unravel
05:14
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I feel numb.
I feel nothing.
My legs won’t bring me to stand.
Is this cliché?
I told myself I’m not supposed to care,
But it’s so hard not to love you anymore.
I kill myself over my own indifference,
As I’m left here alone in my bed-
And its never good enough,
And it’s never good enough-
Everything is all out of place
Everyone around me grey.
Wandering thoughts, stare down the ceiling-
I’m suffocating and my mind feels it’s poisoned!
I don’t miss your flesh, I tell myself-
But I can’t stand your emptiness.
So I slip underneath,
I find myself wandering in dreams,
Where I allow myself to entrance
Oh the softness,
I am soothed.
I love him. I know.
I am guilty for wanting out.
Go deeper,
I still feel nothing.
And yet I guilt myself over some missing spark-
Is this all wrong?
I told myself I’m only bound to you-
By my heart don’t get no desire.
I’m punished over incessant outbursts-
As I’m trapped here, entangled in his knot-
And I’m never good enough-
I’m never, never good enough-
All that I am interlaced-
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5. |
Marionette
04:26
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I’ve got two holes in a wooden head,
That burrow through to my soul,
Eyes dilate to let your warmth in,
Such stimulation -A fleeting burn
I’m stuck in an endless search,
My feet can’t seem to grow tired,
And as I keep treading further along,
Surrounding landscapes ever changing,
Ah hah
It all seems so empty-
Ah hah
It all seems so empty.
I get thrown off on this endless journey,
I tied my wrists to these strings,
And as I keep pulling myself higher-
The tighter, I’m constricted
To find some freedom in this control,
I force myself to twitch,
I’m only bolted to moving pieces,
Dancing for all against my will-
And I’m laughing at my fate,
I got myself in this rut
The dumbest smile plastered on my face,
Acrylic paint seeping in the veins-
(Ah hah)
It all seems so empty
(Ah hah)
It all seems so empty
Keep at it puppet-
Keep dancing slave-
Keep at it puppet,
Find the warmth you crave.
(Ahhh)
Keep dancing puppet!
Keep at it slave,
Keep dancing puppet,
You’ll find the warmth you crave.
To be alone without a master,
I feel my arms drop at last-
And as I sink in illusion of freedom,
I miss the jolt of now missing wire.
Such stimulation a fleeting burn
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6. |
Obliterate
04:21
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Burning the bridges that we built,
Watching them collapse to the ground,
I mend and tape up pieces of-
Fragments of time that shape my mind, now blank.
New era comes with borders higher than the sky,
Take place of what was beautiful and kind-
So many souls of innocent intentions,
Shot down like a bird set free.
Fly away, fly away,
Can’t touch me,
Need to breathe,
Fly away, fly away,
Open your eyes to a new horizon-
I can’t erase what I have seen-
It conquers and it claws away at anything in its way,
Shell out another set of lies,
Hoping that the day of our demise won’t come-
We all have wondered ‘bout the riches of the world-
What can a wad of plastic buy?
Can’t let some numbered paper separate us-
Soul up for highest bidder, but at what cost?
Fly away, fly away,
Don’t sell me,
I’m not for sale,
Fly away, fly away,
Open your eyes to a new horizon-
To close off your mind,
To feed from the lies,
Is to catch the disease that captures us- binds us.
And in that place we are blind to the shackles,
That weigh us down and limit our spaces-
In time we cry but the grief is forgotten,
“Settle down, there’s no need to think about it!”
Close off your mind,
Eat what is given,
And join us- you are part of our race now!
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7. |
No Face
05:34
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If I could breath without my mask-
I’d take in all this space.
But I’m confined to hide amidst the pressure,
That makes its home within,
Forever lives behind my weary eyes.
If I could make sense then grasp on to time,
I wouldn’t have to chase-
These passing moments, I don’t understand,
I wish to keep some balance-
I wish I could control the pacing of my pain.
Buildings of grey I find myself led to-
My mind is in a haze,
Swept through the motions of foreign systems,
But I don't understand-
They tried to take out all my colour,
Drained out from my veins.
If I could gleam past this haze of red,
I wouldn’t feel such a strain,
But if I withhold the elastic need to snap,
I begin to falter-
Settle down, all will soon be over!
I let myself go and flare into a wildfire!
Returning myself, I burn into the ether- and you watch!
Keep standing there, you bystanders of destruction!
Keep standing there - watch me flame, watch me flail-
As I’m scalded to shame.
(Ah, ah)
I can’t escape this hell I’m in.
I can’t escape this hell I’m in.
I can’t escape this hell I’m in.
Then be sedated.
Let yourself go numb.
It’s okay to use it, when you feel you have no voice-
It’s okay to wear it, when you feel you have no face.
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8. |
Secret Garden
04:04
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One day,
One day,
I planted a seed,
And I watered it with the wealth of my tears-
I buried it in the soil,
I waited through all of the droughts,
I walked with my bare feet in dry sand,
The desert between my toes-
Some days I never thought it would sprout,
I never thought that I would see the light-
But here I am, happy,
In my Secret garden-
Where I remain unscathed.
In my humble bed of roses,
Such a shield it was-
To wrap myself in the sweetest of morning dew-
But my skin had a thirst for sun,
And I continued to cry for it-
So I could grow,
So I could grow closer to the sun, to the sun!
So I grazed my wrist with a blade,
My skin wept petals of crimson,
I wanted to taste the sap of my veins-
As proof that I was living.
Some days, you will live through the rain-
And others, the coldest of snow-
But the seasons’ short, and the pathways to my secret garden shall remain unscathed.
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Wrené Toronto, Ontario
Wrené Nova is a multi-talented artist, producer, and vocalist who defies conventions and expectations in her musical approach. Her fearless exploration of unconventional soundscapes and intimate vocals create an entirely new sound coming out of Toronto's music scene. Wrené aims to push boundaries and redefine the limits of Canadian music through her unique sound and artistic vision. ... more
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