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Cross The Line
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We were stepping in the backstage, found a dead body on the concrete.
Hearing our footsteps, he woke up and went to the restroom walking like a zombie. Minutes after, another man came out of the bathroom kicking the door. Looking like the other man who was left for dead earlier on the floor. Your eyes were hollowed like a ghost. No glimpse of saturation in your eyes, they are, they’re black as night. Increase your heart rate. Increase your blood pressure. Tired of your state of mind? This stardust can redefine. It can give you the power or it can be a depressor. You’ll cross the line pal, lining up these lines.
You’ll cross the line. He was almost dead, now awaken. He is alive like never. What happened to the man that changed him in less than a quarter of an hour? Now, this makes you feel stronger but sooner or later you’ll be overwhelmed, you’ll no longer be the head of your behaviours. Your eyes were hollowed like a ghost. No glimpse of saturation in your eyes, they are, they’re black as night. Increase your heart rate. Increase your blood pressure. Tired of your state of mind? This stardust can redefine. It can give you the power or it can be a depressor. You’ll cross the line pal, lining up these lines. Acting like a tool, you carry on. It’s too late now, you’re done. Yeah, you CROSSED THE LINE.
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Monday's Plague
03:31
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The alarm clock slaps you in the face in a deep serenity. Crawl to the coffee maker, motivation. The look on your face when you face reality... Another week with this motherfucker. Brainless in the head, nothing between the ears. Brainless in the head, he might have a broken gear. Brainless in the head, like his soul has disappeared from here! Climbing the hills leading to Friday’s Grace deliver me from the Monday’s Plague. Waited on hand and foot, never had to lift a finger. Proclaiming himself sitting on his ass. I got news for you, I won’t feed you on a silver platter. The dirty walls of this jail will collapse. Brainless in the head, nothing between the ears. Brainless in the head, he might have a broken gear. Brainless in the head, like his soul has disappeared from here! Climbing the hills leading to Friday’s Grace deliver me from the Monday’s Plague
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What's Left Of Me
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Take back what’s left of me. They want me to follow their directions, they’ll bring me to another dimensions. Dazing me with multiple lies… Nevertheless, I trusted these guys. Praise the beauty of this world, a make-up for deception. How ugly could be men in suit and ties? Charmers supplied with blindfolds, architects of demise. Have I sold my soul to the devil? As soon as I signed the glare vanished in their eyes, all the promises die. No replies. Have they stolen my integrity? Will I be their self-proclaimed conception? Now, I see clearly the minds of these hellions in disguise. Rising from the ashes, this is my insurrection. Charmers supplied with blindfolds, architects of demise. Have I sold my soul to the devil? Take back what’s left of me. You fool me with a promised land, a well-designed self-destruct plan. As I’m taking back the command, I am hunting my preys, do you understand? You had the best of me, fortunately I kept the darkest side of me. Take back what’s left of me.
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Outrun The Sun Quebec City, Québec
Alex Vocals
Charles Guitar
Victor Bass
Jo Drums
Primal screams
that cut through heavy riffs and earth shaking rhythms.
Formed in 2015, OTS is a quartet from Quebec City. "Cross The Line", the band’s first EP is a representation of their views on modern society and was released in early 2020. OTS has played gigs in Central&East Canada.
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