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Young Eternal
04:16
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Everyone crashes their first car.
Everyone parties a little too hard.
Everyone lies for their own gain.
Everyone wants to embrace what they can’t change.
You kid yourself cause it still pays
Laughing at the luck of the scorched earth.
Force of nature, it’s the untouchables.
Here to conquer, leave the rest in shambles.
We’ll cheer it on, it will be fun for a while.
And when it’s not it will be too late.
Or right on time.
What are we doing here at this point?
It just feels like fucking around.
A brief moment of doubt but it’s nothing.
Imprints left from lineage swine.
We took our angst and doubled down
Spitefully we’ll walk toward the cliffside.
Forging paths of staggering indifference
To the promised land
Where no one ever listens.
Build, destroy, repeat.
Always the same thing.
Our debt rolls on, it’s never paid in full
It’s all our fault, and there’s no one here to save us now.
Mind and body, heart and soul
Write this shit down
No one gets out alive
Hope abandoned, born to lose
Write this shit down
No one gets out alive.
Make way, for the discourse
We thrive here
No one gets out alive.
Passed out at the back door
We live here
No one gets out alive
We live but we never learn
Getting what we deserve
Everything’s a blur
We live but we never learn
We live but we never learn.
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2. |
Honesty
03:26
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That look on your face
It’s like you never heard “no” before
This must be hard for you
I understand but let’s be clear
You’ll never get another chance
To light the match.
I know that this means war now
It’s on, it’s on
Keep your enemies dead
And dance upon their graves
You make me sick.
It’s like a primitive form of hate.
This is my opus
And I’m swinging for the fucking fences
Reap what you sow, reap what you sow
Reap what you sow, and choke on it.
I’ll see you in Hell.
If there is one
I’ll see you in Hell.
You crossed the line
So then we had to move the line
And you found your way
Back to it quickly
Then you leaned all the way in
Premeditated, caught red handed
There was nothing left to save you.
And the bottom fell out.
I suppose that I should’ve known,
That the road that I chose was the less chosen road,
oh well.
It was clear that I’d need to steer,
this overdue wreck into traffic my dear,
oh well.
You can keep all your curses and swallow your tongue,
you did what you did and you did it for fun,
oh well.
I’ll see you in Hell.
I’ll see you in Hell, if there is one.
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3. |
Vices
04:30
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You think you want it, you’ve got to get out right now.
Every time my heart says “follow through” it’s all wrong.
Be without me, that’s the sure bet.
Or I’ll fuck up your whole world.
You’ll wish you heard my words.
And I can’t fake my surprise.
You picked a busted model, a real type one bastard.
Don’t try to take the high road, it’s never coming back.
Pick apart my downfalls, one by one,
we’ll be here all night, until the morning sun.
Take your hope and move away,
just as fast as you can.
Get me out of your sight,
get me out of your heart and mind.
I watch you hear me and you just nod like nothings wrong.
Because you want to fix me, a lost cause.
I’m taking off.
Get in line with the others baby,
they saw the signs and saved their own lives from this shit.
I cannot be what you want at anytime.
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4. |
Fragility
03:58
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These spaces on these pages may be few and far between,
but you’ll quickly understand what they mean.
These gentle faces hiding a disapproving look.
Criticized, you never mind, because you battle with the book
I once too was pacified, feasting on body, relinquishing mind.
Prophets of profit, you let us down.
Deeply dug in, you let us down,
you let us down every time we put our faith in you.
God help me for I have sinned
I’ve questioned everything and can never go back in.
Ring the bells.
A heretic who never dies with a hand stamp from Hell.
I’ve wandered off and entertained the thought of being wrong,
and I’ve come back down the mountain singing the same song.
Turn the TV down because it doesn’t help at all.
Desensitized we ignore it all, and keep quoting from the book.
I had no wings left to break the fall,
hit the ground running and you dust yourself.
Prophets of profit, you let us down, you let us down.
Deeply dug in
No regard for human life.
We do what we need to survive.
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5. |
Best Lives
02:33
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The feeling is incredible.
Shedding your old skin.
Stop answering the telephone.
No use for any friends.
Oh soon we’ll see
The error of our ways.
Stay on repeat.
Our tendencies are criminal.
Leave it to me.
Salt my own wounds.
We are cancerous.
Last call for all involved.
Time will never compromise.
We’re holding on to nothing.
For the illusion of feeling something.
You should've killed me,
When you had the fucking chance.
Now I've been drinking,
And I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.
Time will never compromise.
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6. |
No Contact
03:20
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Don’t lie about what I see with my own eyes
Before, you speak again, just don’t.
Realizing the consequences of your own actions.
It comes at a price
and you better pay up.
Leave me with nothing left to wonder, it’s all clear.
What took so long to cut to the fucking chase.
It’s alright.
Abandon.
I can’t make excuses for this anymore
There’s something in my mind that’s telling me
You must be vanquished from knowing me.
We’re not friends, you shithead.
This feels a lot like catharsis.
You know where the door is.
Realizing the consequences of your own actions.
It comes at a price
and you better pay up.
I cannot feel anymore
I cannot heal anymore
I cannot think anymore
I cannot speak anymore
Done.
I’m not concerned about what you feel.
Sleep in the bed you made.
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7. |
Naysayer
03:56
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Hang me up and out to dry.
The wounds are closing, you must remind.
Hang me up and out to dry.
It’s cruel but crucial, and you know why.
C’mon, we’re longing for a new beat.
C’mon, we’re marching to a new beat.
Oh, I’ve been told not all that glitters is gold.
But I can see, what’s in front of me.
And I’d like to offer myself.
Hang me up and out to dry.
A new take on love, it’s only worth it if you die.
Hang me out to dry.
You know I’ll bounce back, I know you’d want that.
C’mon, we’re longing for a new beat.
C’mon, we’re marching to a new beat.
And I can’t see, that peaceful forest through the trees.
But I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
We’ll be the cornerstone.
A modern philosophy.
I’ll be the archetype.
We will make history.
Oh I’ll be a good boy baby.
Yeah, we got a good thing going here.
What reason would I have to stir up trouble?
There’s no room for this here, it’s smart to just shut up.
You’ve got me right where I want you.
You’ve got me right where I want you.
You’ve got me right where I want you.
You’ve got me right where I want to be.
No need to clean.
Just douse the place in gasoline.
Cause I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
I know, it sounds so sick.
That’s because it truly is.
But I’m an obedient king.
And I’m so full of shit.
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8. |
Doomsdayer
03:37
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We try to confide in the confines of time,
we know that all is hopeless,
no need to fight fate
it creeps in to find you now.
It’s all a reckless circus
It’s all so impossible
It’s all a reckless circus
It’s all our own goddamn faults
And we’ve got the weight of the world on our shoulders
and we’re on the floor,
begging not to be pressed on.
Critical mass broke us once before.
It’s really not that cynical.
It’s all a reckless circus
It’s all so impossible
It’s all a reckless circus
It’s all our own goddamn faults
I saw the world in flames but we
I saw the world in flames but we
I saw the world in flames but we
I saw the world in flames but we made it out.
This is oblivion.
One more, one more if this is the last time.
One more, one more if this is the last time.
It’s alright to be selfish
Do you remember when and where you abandoned your youth?
Run.
This is the prophecy come true.
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9. |
Being Well
05:16
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Last call, it’s the morning.
Last call, final warning
Last call, tensions forming.
This is the last chance you’ve got.
Bide my time, drinks in between
I’ve got all night to make a scene
It’s on, it’s on me.
I know no bounds of how far to go
Give me the stage and I’ll give you a show
I’m not going home.
Last to leave, first one in the door.
Mercy please, I don’t want this anymore
Someone come get me
I need to get myself home
There’s nothing around me
That I can use to let you know
Just where I am now
I don’t need to hear how I need to be better
Just help me or fuck off
I know damn well I’m sinking
So roll down the windows, I need air.
Nobody ever seems to care
One time is never gonna hurt
No problem, put me in the dirt.
Heaven knows now to bring the violence
Heaven knows now I won’t go quietly.
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10. |
Civility
04:32
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CIVILITY
It does no good pretending
No disbelief suspending
We’re moving ever closer to the goddamn end of the world.
Sitting, watching all the garbage flooding through our screens.
We wait for the puppeteers to tell us what it means
Keep still,
and no pulling at the strings.
Unless you are prepared to deal with the unraveling.
Ignorance and the most offensive
Soft police and the most offended
A tightrope turned into a noose
The lines are drawn in the sand
Preaching on the soapbox with internet connectivity
Dopamine drips from likes that feed us our validity.
Keep still,
no pulling at the strings.
Unless you are prepared to deal with the unraveling.
As above so below
Orchestrated head to toe
It seems like a child
Repeating back all the news
that they’ve been eating from the trough.
I cannot make it clearer than this,
these people we prop up do not give a shit.
So we fight with each other,
while we watch the world burn.
And these sons of bitches never get what they deserve.
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