1. |
Tense Present
03:47
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I don't let empty jargon vandalize my brain.
To all this damage there's a simple solution.
Be better than fake smiles, than snake oil, than lapping their trickle.
Who fucked up my mentality?
Who put me on a team?
This useless resentment wasn't born with me or you.
Be better than fake smiles, than snake oil, than lapping their trickle.
We've been sold a surrogate enemy. Mine is you, yours is me.
From living in a rich cunt's reality, never learned respect or restraint.
Same ball, same chain, same pseudo royalty to blame.
If you wanna point your finger, point em at a Forbes member.
All that trickles down is piss.
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2. |
Infection Spreads
01:01
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Disappointment
01:45
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Some time to look to the future.
We are bought and sold by auctioneers.
When everything is a reflection of our failures,
I have no pride in America.
Lowest of expectations still met with disappointment.
When everything is a reflection of our failures,
I have no pride in us.
Call me when the government is not an auction house.
Call me when the president paints the white house walls red.
Until then I refuse to play this pathetic game.
I refuse to pretend it matters which side you're on, which box you check.
Disappointment.
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4. |
Gracias
02:09
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I've got a short fuse, guess what you're setting me off.
With all the things you do and the shit that you talk.
Take that garbage somewhere else where somebody cares.
You can fuck right off get out of my hair.
I'm cutting you out, so thanks for nothing.
I'm sorry to say that you ever meant something.
Talking down to me, look at you what a saint.
The truth will come out, just sit back and wait.
I'm gonna laugh when your façade explodes in your face.
You can fuck right off, stay in your lane.
I'm cutting you out, so thanks for nothing.
I'm sorry to say that you ever meant something.
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5. |
Catching Up
02:10
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My world is crumbling beneath my fucking feet.
This uncured illness is getting to me.
You could never understand that I can't give what you demand.
I don't fit your mold, I'll never be in your place.
I'll never be in your place.
I can't play this game at your pace.
I'll never be in your place.
My time is running out and I'm still filled with doubt
that I'll make anything of myself.
My life's already fucking planned around the standards you demand.
I don't fit your mold I'll never be in your place.
I'll never be in your place.
I can't play this game at your pace.
I'll never be in your place.
I'll never be in your place.
I'll never be in your...
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6. |
Faceless
02:08
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If we could all hold hands in one big circle that'd be cool with me.
But I get the sense that you're a little too intense for your own good.
You seem so happy on your knees, sucking thieves.
Fellow pests can't you see?
We've made fools of ourselves.
Crawling up and down the walls of buildings built on burial grounds and fields full of life.
All so we can complain.
I hate my job and I hate my neighbor and his dog.
Whose side are you on?
Red or blue?
Black and white?
Wrong and right?
I'm sorry sir how can I help you?
I was a little lost in my head.
I'm afraid I can't answer your question.
Ask anyone in the building besides me.
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7. |
Elucidator
02:16
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Struck by beams of light falling down,
he held them.
Kneeling prayed for victorious crusades.
All the best intentions.
He sought those who don't fear judgment.
Those who would only question.
Your god won't like meeting mine.
He said your god won't like meeting mine.
A man turned vessel.
He sees himself special.
he said god chose me and he chose wisely.
Self love was not enough.
One light turned blood red.
Find yourself a love but lose your love if it kills.
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8. |
Smoke and Mirrors
03:52
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Aim the ads at frustrated men ready to sacrifice their life for a flag.
Twisted puppeteers pull my strings at will.
Keep it out of sight and out of mind.
The unmanned aircraft in the atmosphere keeping all plans on track.
Inspire fear.
Black smoke and mirrors.
Paranoia.
Enhanced perception.
Outlines writhe in the dark just like snakes in the sand.
Can you hear them lock step to the drum?
Conspirators and liars.
The sickly rhythms pound in my head.
Gotta be a way to get away from serpentine eyes.
You're no messiah.
You're just a salesman.
Come to think of it, what am I?
Who knows?
Who knows?
Do you know?
Nobody knows.
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We hope you catch some hollow tips,
for spewing xenophobic shit.
It's too bad Ohio missed the shot,
cause we're counting down the days until your throat is cut.
Make racists afraid again.
No pasarán, no misericordia.
You blonde haired orange piece of shit.
If you were smart you'd call it quits.
When fascist cowards take control,
we gotta hang you like Benito.
In 1945.
Make racists afraid again.
No pasarán, no misericordia.
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10. |
Fuck Y'all
01:28
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I'm tired of your narcissistic tendencies,
the first to turn on your friends when they don't kiss your feet.
Project your fucking anger, cause a whole lotta tension.
Expose your true self when not the center of attention.
Get over yourself.
I'm tired of the way you fucking beg and plead for me to take on your problems as if you were me.
I'm breaking free from your dramatic echo chamber,
even if it means that to you I'm a stranger.
Get over yourself.
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11. |
No Headlines
03:46
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Meticulous, in control.
Preplanned up to a point.
Car, clothes, home, all my favorite colors.
No pretty girl or ice cold beer distracts you in the end.
Systems failing. What's your emergency?
Is it my time?
Really doctor I feel fine.
One day we'll be laughing at the thought of it all.
Right? Tell me I'm right.
Why are you crying? You're scaring me to death.
Can't talk your way out of this one.
Nobody to bear your burden.
Accomplishments outweighed by regret.
What have we here?
Another cold pedestrian.
One day they'll be laughing at the thought of me.
No headlines.
No holiday.
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12. |
Take Cover
04:06
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Feel the anger from these bullets I let fly.
Place a wager on being sent straight to the sky.
Wonder why I make you die?
I no longer feel anything from the screams.
Makes me stronger until my rampage impedes.
Goodbye world.
Take you with me.
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