Lucky Malice - Misfit

by Lucky Malice

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released April 5, 2017

Recorded by Simen Følstad Nilsen at Rockehuset studio, Halden, Norway - desember 2016.
Mastered by Hans Uhre.

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Track Name: Cry wolf
Cry Wolf
Spending your days digging up your flaws.
You’re in the spotlight, eager to show them.
What are you going to show them today?
From your box of burdens, collection of failures.
Inviting your crowd to watch your show.
Putting your load, on their shoulders.
The sun is shining your hoping for rain.
There’s a shit lining to your story.

Cry wolf, sure the pain is real for you.
Cry wolf, your friends are down to a skeleton crew.
I admit, you’re a pretty good actor, but don’t give up you day job.

Chaining your spectators on the front row.
Stuck in terror of endless shit chat.
Society gave you a part to play.
You’re not to blame. You are the victim.
Watching your movie with tears in your eyes.
Scratching your ass, smelling your finger.
The final scene is what you’re waiting for.
Such a crappy ending.
Track Name: Keeping a secret
Keeping a secret

If I was dumb, I wouldn’t understand that I will never make a difference. Only these moments when you see me is a proof of my existence.
My wage is my weight.
You want my money.
My belongings they possess me.

We are keeping a secret.
We are keeping a secret and hiding the world.
Track Name: No borders
No borders

Dividing in divisions.
Putting tags on, burning bridges.
Judging the innocent.

Can’t begin to explain, I feel so ashamed. Wake up.

You think borders keep you safe, when they’re only tearing us apart.
Time to turn away from hate, from what is making you afraid.

Spreading your hatred.
Feeding on your own fears.
I look for reminition.

Can’t begin to explain, I feel so ashamed. Fuck off.
Track Name: Longest finger
Longest Finger

Please adapt to this system we have so naturally constructed.
Running on fumes, lies require commitment.
All the dreams you can dream of are wrapped up, and ready to go.

I show them my longest finger.

You know the fist we used to raise for solidarity and change.
You see no need for better times.
The cause is swapped with spoiled hate.
You will choke on your greed; see beyond your own seeds.

I show them my longest finger.

Now you are bathing in oil, collecting happiness on screens.
Talking about humans as one infected mass.
Time is running out. I’ll bet you’ll regret your past.
Track Name: Ruins
Ruins

Ruins of what we used to be. Ruined what was left of me.

Oh so used to it all, having a light when everything is dark.
A shrine that was mine and yours combined, kept from them all.

Why did you tear it all down?

Leaver, I believed in us. Leaving without a solid cause.

These shivers make me feel sick to my soul, I cringe and I fall. I want to lay down and never get up, buried in dirt forget that it hurts.
Track Name: Blank sheets
Blank Sheets

You broke through concrete and pulled it through life.
(Erase your loosing strike)
Ignoring your bad shots, and kept up the fight.
(Erase your trace)

Blank sheets of paper, paint out your soul. I will admire every stroke.

Lies made you stronger, slaps made you try.
(Erase your loosing strike)
Pushing your anger, to strangle the fright.
(Erase your trace)

Blank sheets of paper, paint out your soul. I will admire every stroke.

Tracing a dream that you thought you couldn’t have.
I wanna be you picture of love.
Track Name: Skeletons
Skeletons

Soon it is summer and the clothes come off.
I’m showing it all to you, that is what I have to do.
Drag me cross the gateways, and carry me inside.
My legs are out of order and my brain is fried.

Heavy burdens, emaciated lies.
Food is my best friend.
Filters, angels, bones and skin.
Trying to tuck my belly in.
I will never look like her.

Enslaved to an image that doesn’t exist.
Tied to a dream of skeletons, and clothes way to big.
Draping my body like a stupid fucking tent.
I’m duty bound to starving myself.
Track Name: Real Social Dynamics
Real Social Dynamics

A big fat white trash whore is what you are. (Sounds pretty out there right.) So listen up now cause I’m gonna cut the shit and show you how you’ll get the girls to do the craziest things for you.

Reducing you to be an abuser. Choking girls around the world. It’s time to put him up in the corner.

Cut the crap.

I like my girls like my phones - crashed. (Sounds pretty out there right.) Rumping through the streets, grabbing girls heads. Head on the dick, head on the dick. Yelling Pikachu with a Pikachu-shirt.

Reducing you to be an abuser. Choking girls around the world. It’s time to put him up in the corner. Cut off the cock and feed the cat.
Track Name: Never
Never

Alle kan stå bak en hedersmann, med venner i ryggen, snill som et lam.
Hvem skulle tro at det ikke var sant?
Bak glansbildet ulmer en sannhet av skam.
Tvang er et ord synonymt med kontroll.
Stolt som en hane, ond som et troll.
Maska blant folk sklir av, pass på, ingen kan se oss nå.
Dine never, dine never slår.
Du bestemmer, du bestemmer nå. Over meg.

Det å stå foran en hedersmann som misbrukte makta til blodet rant. Spillet er tapt, og nå skal du få. Ingen kan se oss nå.

Mine never, mine never slår. Jeg bestemmer, jeg bestemmer nå. Over meg. Jeg tar din kontroll.

Never (english translation)

Everybody support a man of honor, with his friends on his side and kind as a lamb.
Who would believe that it is all a lie?
Behind the shiny image hides a truth of shame. Force is a synonym of control, proud as a rooster, evil as a troll.
The public mask slides off, watch out, no one can see us now.

Your fists, your fists are hitting. You have control, you have control now. Over me.

To stand in front of a man of honor, who abused his power until the blood poured. Your game is lost, and now you’re gonna get it.
No one can see us now. My fists, my fists are hitting.
I have control, I have control now. Over me.

I take your control.
Track Name: Stormen er slutt
Stormen er slutt

I din mørke skygge vil jeg være lyset, men du blåser meg ut. Jeg viker ikke. Jeg kan være i skyggen, komme når stormen er slutt.

De fleste ville la seg skremme, vare glemme, bare gå.
Men, med din svarte fortid, er du alt som er godt.

Hvis jeg får din morgen, hvis jeg får din dag.
Hvis du slipper tvil og gamle bedrag, vil jeg glemme alle dine tapte slag.

Du vender blikket ned og tenker på alt som har blitt ødelagt.
Du ser på meg, alt du forventer er min forakt.
Kan vi enes om når vi faller og skal flytte fjell, at bak skyene skinner lyset i mørket allikevel.

De fleste ville la seg skremme, vare glemme, bare gå. Men, med din svarte fortid, er du alt som er godt.

Stormen er slutt (english translations)

In your dark shadow, I want to be the light, but you are blowing me out.
I will not depart. I will stay in the shadows, come out when the storm is over.

Most people would get scared, just forget, just go.
But, with your dark past, you are everything that is good.

If I get your morning, If I get your day. If you let go of your doubts and old deception, I will forget all your lost battles.

You look down and think of everything that has broken.
You look at me, and all you expect is my despise.
If we can agree on, when we fall down and try to move mountains, that behind the clouds there is light in the shadow.
Track Name: Misfit/Outro
Misfit/Outro

I want to communicate.
I wonder, I wonder how much I can take, before I take control.
I wonder, I wonder how much I will grow. I stay until it’s late.
I stay with the grownups, because they are safer.
Even though I’m not scared. I’m just tired of these games.

I never got the rules, unspoken truths of what I can’t do.
I’ll never be like you, and still I try until my insides hurt.
I talk to myself in the mirror, tomorrow I will be a shadow.
I’m leaving this charade. I win, you lose.