‘No Future’ is out now on all major streaming platforms.
Music composed by Baudelaire.
Recorded and mixed by Ryan Pinson at RML Studios.
Mastered by Felix Davis at Metropolis Studios.
With special thanks to:
Terence Metzger (@punkdouxchaudfroid) for providing us with live footage.
The team at Supersonic in Paris an unforgettable experience.
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Lyrics:
To the trench into the wall
Of all the shadows thrown
I like this one most of all
Reminds me I'm alone
A life, a life, a life of nothing going nowhere fast
This room is all I have now and it's built to last
No light, no future, no light
chorus
So here I am and here I'll stay (that's the vision, there's no future)
Arms crossed so tight they dislocate
(that's the vision, there's no future)
When shadows die they spill their light into the room
(that's the vision, there's no future)
When shadows die they spill their light into the room
(that's the vision, there's no future)
Round and round this seventh hell
I feel I've lost my way
I don't know which way to turn
I guess I've found my place
The past, the past, the past will take you
While you're looking the other way
Those salad days that made you ripe and tender
This is your life
No future, no light
So here I am and here I'll stay (that's the vision, there's no future)
Arms crossed so tight they dislocate
(that's the vision, there's no future)
When shadows die they spill their light into the room
(that's the vision, there's no future)
When shadows die they spill their light into the room
(that's the vision, there's no future)
This sour patch clings to me a dead weight
This sour patch clings to me a dead weight
This sour patch clings to me a dead weight
This sour patch clings to me a dead weight
No sun, no light, no future, no life
So here I am and here I'll stay (that's the vision, there's no future)
Arms crossed so tight they dislocate
(that's the vision, there's no future)
When shadows die they spill their light into the room
(that's the vision, there's no future)
When shadows die they spill their light into the room
(that's the vision, there's no future)
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