1. |
Anything
04:08
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Tried to phase you out
But you are anything
An unstructured mass
Turn the switch off
But you anything
A dollar, gun or wall
Taste of bystanders
Oh, they are anything
But not hard to find
Shinny objects
We’ll follow anything
Even shattered mirror
Oh, it’s hard to believe
We’re suffocating from the big reveal
Hey I’m alive
I don’t think so
We’re hardwired for gold
And other playthings
Hey I’m alive
I don’t think so
A simple question remains
Oh, it’s hard to believe
We’re suffocating from the big reveal
Hey I’m alive
I don’t think so
We’re hardwired for gold
And other playthings
Hey I’m alive
I don’t think so
A simple question remains
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2. |
Examples
03:07
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Seem to stand in line
In the wrong place
But you know that path ain’t inevitable if I chose to stay
Living with the lies becomes a common place
As the system seems to serve the same shit for you
Already waste enough on you
Working hands, you slammed them
In the mirage you made for me
Seems the time is ready for an ounce of change
But I’ll take some more as examples…of things to come
Soon to be an all-out war on the market place
But you know that path is inevitable if we choose to stay
Cracks emerging in all the areas in the right place
As we struggle to remove the shit that hurt you
Already waste enough on you
Working hands, you slammed them
In the mirage you made for me
Seems the time is ready for an ounce of change
But I’ll take some more as examples…of things to come
Hey I warned you…
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3. |
Dead Emblems
05:38
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My optimism has gone to waste
Fantasizing on some short sighted vision
A dreary state
But when I close my eyes I see one route
A debt, a lie and a costume made of fools
A debt, a lie and costume made of fools
And all this time I've been a reaction
To constant waves of delusion
Outcomes are framing my thoughts of distractions
Zeros, ones and more illusions
My observations have been lost
To the bankers, the suits, to the ones that nullify the truth
But when I close my eyes I see more routes
People, love and no costumes made for you
People, love and no costumes made for you
And all this time I've been a reaction
To constant waves of delusion
Outcomes are framing my thoughts of distractions
Zeros, ones and more illusions
I can't stand to witness
Over and over and over in my mind
I can't stare at it
Over and over and over in my mind
Wash our hands of it
Over and over and over in my mind
Burn it down to ashes
Over and over and over in my mind...
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4. |
Ruins
04:10
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I think I dug this hole before
A feeling
Faint just knowing I have to waken
Hours wasted on the floor
Believing...I could mend such sick relations
Never seem to elevate
From the ruins you created
I'm spent
From the false hope you made
All in vein
That's what its come to
They'll end up bearing it all
When you made it
Ruins of our remains
Ruins of our remains
I think I've heard this joke before
The one where the cynic's invaded
Days are wasted for one breath
Believing
I could mend such sick relations
Never seem to elevate
From the wreckage you created
Chorus...
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5. |
Shame
05:13
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No compromise for your own damn picture
Stripped us to nothing
Because you thought it was all for you...for you
Shame on you
Shame on you
Every time its a lie for dollar
Ate it up because you wanted it to be like you
Shame on you
Shame on you
Binge and laugh and the rest will follow
Life turns to numbness
but the drinks are not on you...on you
Fanning our faults with such conviction
Swallowed it whole because we knew it was all from you....from you
We stand and uphold its vision
No matter what direction unfolds
The obedient student holds tightly to the wheel
What a wonderful life
What a wonderful myth you have told
We believe in pale painted windows
Marched to doors slamming in our ears
We believe in sounds of beauty
Nails going down chalkboards in our dreams
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6. |
Painted Pictures
03:53
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I know you find me unacceptable
Non-programmable
Fighting all those constructs that you made for me
But I take another glass
To feel the hint of normalcy
Felt numb when you only said one word
So, I tried the other tracks
From a washed-up salesman
Bought it hook, line sinker with the rest of them
But I want to smash that glass
There’s a need to feel uncomfortable
I felt born when I spit on your words
We…painted pictures
Of something that will probably never be
We…wasted all this time
Mending cracked structures and false histories
And all I felt like doing
is mocking you
And you kept your cards
So close as if the only path was yours
We…painted pictures
Of something that will probably never be
We…wasted all this time
Mending cracked structures and false histories
We…painted pictures
Of something that will probably never be
What is there left to mention?
Where are those moments we made?
Are there better abstracts
Right here, ready?
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7. |
Rid Ourselves
04:39
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Can we get to the heart of this destructive machine?
I have daydreams of assassinating these structures for free
Still crashing more, more, more
As it takes its last breath
But when you think it’s gone it mutates and transmits
You know we don’t stand in a neutral place
Much more than a spectator
Assuming our own fate
You know we make moves against this frail space
To expose and rid ourselves
Rid ourselves of this
Cutting out the network to become something much more
Out of necessity we sabotage these structures for free
But we still want more, more, more
As it takes its last breath
And in hoping in return it might emerge again and again
You know we don’t stand in a neutral place
Much more than a spectator
Assuming our own fate
You know we make moves against this frail space
To expose and rid ourselves
Rid ourselves of this
You know I’m trying to get to the heart of it
Trying to make it bleed
Cut in one place and it grows up in another
Cynicism and apathy
I’m not sure if there is a beginning or end
You know there is permanent need
To rid ourselves of spectator
To rid ourselves of fear
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8. |
We're Only Gonna Die
02:43
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Early man walked away
As Modern man took control
Their minds weren’t all the same
To conquer was his goal
So, he built his great empire
And slaughtered his own kind
Then he died a confused man
Killed himself with his own mind
We’re only gonna die
From our own arrogance
We’re only gonna die
From our own arrogance
We’re only gonna die
From our own arrogance
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9. |
Just Begun
02:58
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I worked hard against Reagan
And all the rest of them
Had dreams of utopias
Because I knew there was more than one
The blade keeps getting dull
As I try and cut the bullshit out
And then there was waves of anxiety
As they almost took over me
We all boarded a rudderless ship
And still believe in captains
We could live in infinite worlds
But we seem to want the lonely one
Where is the new wind now?
And is it strong enough
Where is the new wind now?
To blow them out of here.
We will resolve this with something stronger
Just begun…its just begun
A rock, a flame of voice and something different
Just Begun…its just begun
We will resolve this with something stronger
Just begun…its just begun
A rock, a flame of voice and something different
Just Begun…its just begun
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10. |
Missing You
05:43
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On my way out
I never wanted to say goodbye
You were heartless, hateful
But seductive at the same time
Never took my place
Always pushing you away
And all that time you became weaker than me
Where I go
It matters
Where we go
It matters
From our first fight
I only had words to contest you
You were ruthless, painful
And unstoppable at the same time
Never took my place
Only made a nic in you
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