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iSolation
01:54
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We remain impassive towards the void that we generate
We are holding tight in our own hands the emblem of our loneliness
What at first was meant to connect is now segregating instead
Leaving muteness in its way
No more eye contact, just an intemperate cellphone abuse
The more our days go by the more we get nomophobic inside
Regressing in the name of progress, our mind is under the gun
By an object that we define
Another step to what will be a regret when we realize we are wasting time
Another step to what will be a regret when we look back upon our empty and unlived lives
Watching the world rolling by through the screen instead of our own eyes
We are losing the sense of communication to achieve a virtual socialization
That is leading to a splendid isolation
Bound for alienation by a technology still unbowed
The sound of our silence is now becoming so loud
Countless Facebook contacts but stuck with the same handful of friends
Annihilating the interaction to chase a dehumanizing trend
Aware but incapable to turn off that worshipped device
Setting aside what we once called “life”
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Mala Tempora Currunt
02:00
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My will has vanished in the wood of insecurity
I have lost my hope in the labyrinth of doubts
I have thrown my ambitions into the fire of indecision
And now I am watching my lifetime dreams stepping on gallow
Dejected, petrified, stranded inside
My optimism has never been so weak, my smile has never felt so tight
Discouraged by a wall that I cannot climb
Does this wall exist? Or is it a hindrance I just devise in my mind?
There’s only a certainty that I could figure out:
It’s a long way up and a short way down
While I’m striving to walk the path of righteousness
I get swallowed by a whirlpool of adversities
That leads to another day, another sigh, another illusion, another sleepless night
Another chance, another attempt, another fall, another losing streak
But I turn my rage into motivation and I turn my disappointment into determination
Because I’ve come to grips with the undeniable fact that
I won’t reacquire the time I’ve been wasting with regrets
Despite a thousand reasons to back down
I’ll find 1001 to keep holding my ground
I will exhume my abandoned grit
I once buried in the swamp of fears
Where now abulics lie
When standing still means stepping towards the rear
though the road is steep and narrow the only choice is to persevere
There is another fact I have to take into account
I have to face more stumbles, falls and knock-outs
But the wisest thing that I can still decide
Is indeed to get up and fight
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Question Mark
01:35
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Strange things
In my head I can't stay in my home
For me it's time to go I don't know where and why
Anger is my only feeling
Boredom is all I can see
Every day in the allies homicides
Sexual violences wars and intolerance
These are the fucking words that I listen to
On the TV news
Cocaine heroin trips and amphetamines
Are the better fun for the fucking guys
Enjoy yourselves it's time to change
I want to live I don't want to survive
Enjoy yourselves it's time to change
Enjoy yourselves now!
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Enjoy yourselves it's time to change
Enjoy yourselves it's time to change
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ATTEMPTS Treviso, Italy
Al, Fil, Nico, Simo.
Attempts is a hardcore band from the north-east of Italy.
Since 2011.
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