| Song | Joy |
| Artist | Random Recipe |
| Album | Kill the Hook |
| Joy, it’s simply delayed, it will come one day | |
| It’s late, it’s taking its time, maybe it’s lost its way | |
| It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way | |
| I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey | |
| Depression’s obsession with choking the lights | |
| Fighting umbrellas to rain on laughs | |
| It’s pouring like whisky on damn Monday nights | |
| But no reason to grasp, and reason it out | |
| Lost again, flirting dead ends | |
| Too many friends, one or two in the end | |
| Empty bed filled with empty bets | |
| Making love to the walls of forsaken hearts | |
| Running, screaming feet are stalled | |
| Mouth is open, there’s no sound at all | |
| Nightmares repeating try to wake up | |
| Shaking your head ’til the buzz stops | |
| They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk | |
| To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts | |
| You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words | |
| That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no crown | |
| They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk | |
| To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts | |
| You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words | |
| That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no joy | |
| Joy it’s simply delayed, it will come one day | |
| It’s late, it’s taking its time, maybe it’s lost its way | |
| It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way | |
| I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey | |
| When you see black, watch your back | |
| Protect it from 360 attacks | |
| Frames of mind can combine | |
| The lowest of lows and highest of highs | |
| Feelings lost and healings found | |
| By the hints that your senses fence around | |
| Making roads clear to freedom of steer | |
| You can only look rear to wink at your old fears | |
| So jump! Skip-skip-skip away! | |
| Float over the stumbles that block your way | |
| Face the facts but don’t lack to act | |
| Cuz, smack! They‘ll clap your ass | |
| Clap like a mousetrap! Clap like a mousetrap! | |
| Don’t clap like a mousetrap! Don’t clap like a mousetrap |
| Joy, it' s simply delayed, it will come one day | |
| It' s late, it' s taking its time, maybe it' s lost its way | |
| It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way | |
| I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey | |
| Depression' s obsession with choking the lights | |
| Fighting umbrellas to rain on laughs | |
| It' s pouring like whisky on damn Monday nights | |
| But no reason to grasp, and reason it out | |
| Lost again, flirting dead ends | |
| Too many friends, one or two in the end | |
| Empty bed filled with empty bets | |
| Making love to the walls of forsaken hearts | |
| Running, screaming feet are stalled | |
| Mouth is open, there' s no sound at all | |
| Nightmares repeating try to wake up | |
| Shaking your head ' til the buzz stops | |
| They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk | |
| To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts | |
| You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words | |
| That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no crown | |
| They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk | |
| To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts | |
| You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words | |
| That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no joy | |
| Joy it' s simply delayed, it will come one day | |
| It' s late, it' s taking its time, maybe it' s lost its way | |
| It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way | |
| I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey | |
| When you see black, watch your back | |
| Protect it from 360 attacks | |
| Frames of mind can combine | |
| The lowest of lows and highest of highs | |
| Feelings lost and healings found | |
| By the hints that your senses fence around | |
| Making roads clear to freedom of steer | |
| You can only look rear to wink at your old fears | |
| So jump! Skipskipskip away! | |
| Float over the stumbles that block your way | |
| Face the facts but don' t lack to act | |
| Cuz, smack! They' ll clap your ass | |
| Clap like a mousetrap! Clap like a mousetrap! | |
| Don' t clap like a mousetrap! Don' t clap like a mousetrap |