Allflaws – Cradle To Grave (Verse 2) Written By Gabriel Curran

The shift ends and now it’s time to go home
Take a rest from the corporate monochrome
All tired and beaten up from the day
Need to sleep, but I stay awake anyway
Get a fix, escape for a short while
Have a drink and crack a little half smile
On the couch, staring at the TV
In a slumber wishing I could be free
Flicking through the channels of distraction
Keeping me in a state of inaction
In a cycle, blighted by the routine
In a trap, governed by the machine

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Morning By Gabriel Curran

The unnatural waking state into the sound of cluttering plates
The pulling from the pillow into the weeping of the willow
The morning breath chill, the waking against your will
The 7:30am spill, of the coffee with no thrill
The removal from the dream into the madness of routine
The frost covered car and the barking dogs of Babylon
They want to keep us here forever until death do us part.

Allflaws – Soulless (Lyrics) Written By Gabriel Curran

Verse 1 from (Allflaws – Soulless)

Alarm rings to start the day, as another dream fades to grey
Can’t break from the daily grind, living life on borrowed time
Early rise, tired eyes, clocking in to slave away
Everybody is on the run, and no-one stops to take a breath
Life keeps passing by, and every chance is getting missed
Time keeps ticking by, and all we do is just exist
The cunning trick of this design, keeps us trapped inside our minds
Can’t see beyond these walls, and can’t see what life could be
Just caught up in the same routine, with no time to live our dreams
And no space to go and roam, and no truth to call our own
Just shadows of our former selves, swindled by this cruel game
Just shadows of our former selves, feeling all the systems pain.

Allflaws – Femme Fatale (Lyrics) By Gabriel Curran

Taken from the album Black Box Here After

They see you winding through the neon haze,
The glow of your flesh, it steals their gaze,
The rhythm of your pulse plays through their souls,
Every move you make takes a hold.

Spores of lust exude from her as they all try to pursue,
With erotic thoughts and seedy flaunts, lecherous taunting,
Subordination, domination, they bow down to this temptress,
They surrender to her gender, that’s stunningly infectious.

You are the temptress of the night,
She lures them in, she makes them give in,
You are the kiss that yearns inside,
She dominates, subordinates,
You are the player of the night,
She is a sin, she makes them give in,
You are the lust that burns inside,
She dominates, subordinates,
You are the temptress of the night,
She lures them in, she makes them give in,
You are the touch that yearns inside,
She makes them want, she makes them.

Procrastinating, waiting, you’re just sitting there debating,
Should you get involved in these games that she’s playing,
She’s making you want, she’s making you need,
She’s trying to make you concede,
To the force of her body, that beckons your seed.

She stands imperious as they beg at her feet,
Trying to get a taste, a lick of her flesh,
She’s the fiend of love, the whore of lust,
She lures them in as they ache to touch.

One by one you’re turned to stone, Medusa’s got you owned,
You’re the prisoners of the night and you’re bound to her throne,
You can’t get away from the want, you’re frozen in her glare,
She’s got you where she wants you, in her kingdom of desire.