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Intro\Victims
02:08
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So fake, that smile, the way she looks at you
Doesn't it make you feel so brand new?
How does she taste? How does she smell?
Like ashes. Like hell.
You don't care, that's what imagination’s for
You don't want a lover, you want a whore
Just a face without a name
Toxic sludge and nuclear waste
I can see her drilling down
Tearing through bone and flesh
Grinding down through the edges of my sanity
Bleeding out my humanity
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
You'll reap what you fucking sowed
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2. |
Off Course
00:48
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I'm a little old, to believe in stories
Of perfect lives, of trophy wives
And I'm supposed to cum at the thought of
Celebrities, passionately
You can't buy me, you don't own me
Fuck. You.
Sell me sex, Sell me happiness
A golden shower of remorse, loneliness, off course
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3. |
Fraud
01:00
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Your foundation crumbles, fallacy you built upon
There’s no truth, only lies
There’s no justice, we all die
Shallow friends with narrow minds
Seeking approval, you’re wasting time
Ignorant lot of breeders, gluttons, mouth breathers
How did you get so fucking bored?
How did you get so fucking boring?
Sick of life? Well I’m sick of you.
I’ve got nothing left to fucking prove
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4. |
Wretch
01:38
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Something is wrong, my heart’s gone cold, I don’t belong
A pain in my head that just won’t go away
longing for a place of my own
They don’t understand me, they don’t even care
This world is so fucking cold, I feel so old
Stomach in knots, resentment turns to hate
I wanted to try, but it’s too late
So many words on the tip of my tongue
But I've lost my voice, I've lost my way
Finally I shout it all out
A victim of circumstance, full of doubt
Finally I shout it all out
you’ll fucking listen now
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5. |
Dead Ends
01:31
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I close my eyes and try to hide
Borderline insane and numb to everything
Too scared to change, afraid of losing truth
Afraid of losing you
A thousand eyes find me where I sleep
They haunt what's left of my dreams
As I wander this maze aimlessly
Dead ends Dead ends Dead ends
I close my eyes and try to hide
But there's no escaping them
I'm stripped bare, for all to see,
A sack of flesh, a pile of meat.
Why am I so afraid?
I’ll be left to fade away
All my life I've watched as others pass me by
Seeking comfort, no consolation
Tell me where I can find my happiness
Tell me how to escape this mess
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6. |
Fucking Needles
00:46
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Wake up, I must be dreaming
Shut up, can’t stop my ears from ringing
Hopeless, bleeding out on the floor
I don’t fucking feel anymore
Leeches kiss
That sour taste
Poisoned blood
Fuck the human race
I can’t take this much longer
I can’t take this
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7. |
Internment
01:58
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Desensitized by misfortune’s disguises
go through the motions, just to get by
Ignorant of what it comprises
so get back in fucking line
Bearing witness to the birth, of a new generation
Same by comparison to all those, who came before
Your heroes are all dead, there’s no one left to save you
So build your walls, lock your doors, and live in fear
The darkness is coming, a force to subdue
Taking no prisoners, madness ensues
Bury them deep in the confines of mind
Immobilize them dumb deaf and blind
Strip them of freedom before their eyes
Bleed. Them. Dry.
Internment, no empathy
Release me, Serenity
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8. |
Constellations
01:41
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Enforced ignorance
Strict complacence
Spitting venom at the top of your lungs
Poisoned words from vile tongues
Scared, they’re scared, of all your fucking lies
And I can’t help but blame them
For their miserable fucked up lives
Fear buys you control, line your pockets with a fool’s gold
Hide in the fucking shadows, like the snake that you really are
Instilling doubt, conceal truth, subliminal control
How can you look up for all the answers?
How can you look up when your head is buried in the fucking dirt?
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9. |
Patriot
01:42
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You think you know the world. You don’t know yourself
Raised to hate what’s different, ignore all else
Don’t you feel so fucking proud? Putting other people down?
Intolerance of culture, sheltered by religion
You racist scum, you bigots
This world don’t owe you shit
Faith in God, faith in government
never question how the money’s spent
You would fight, you would die
for what’s right, in their eyes
They decide who you kill and who you hate
In the name of profit procreate
Patriot wake the fuck up
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10. |
Cars and Property
01:32
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Cars and Property
Stocks, bonds, and jewelry
Feed your greed feed your vanity
For the sake of your family tree
Indoctrinated until it’s understood
You pledge allegiance to material goods
Save yourself from the threat of terror, invest, if you care
Pills and sex
wanna be like all the rest
Fake tits, a plastic smile
Show your boss you’ll go the extra mile
You’re so scared of the dark take a fucking chance
You fear emotion, you fear romance
What good is money? What good is power?
When you’re just a fucking coward
The food is poison, but you love the taste
Turn to swine. Stuff your face
Falling from humanity
All you do is consume space
Falling from humanity
No love, No peace
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Lethargic
01:03
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With a heavy heart you hide your dissent and bury the past
The hounds call out for their absent fathers and bitch mothers
And you look away while they fill up the caskets, fill up the cells
Seek out justice, rot in prison
Seek out the truth, rot in hell
Your whole world is burning around you
Yet you would rather ignore
You won’t fight for freedom
You won’t fight for love
Fight for your country
Fight for nothing at all
Until your bones are hollow and you fucking collapse
Close your eyes
Say goodnight
Sweet dreams
It will be alright
Close your eyes
I said goodnight
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12. |
Closet Cynics
01:16
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Closet cynics, weekend critics, preaching behind closed doors
Abbreviated sentiment, do you still think you are not a whore?
Cash in, Pay up, for all good things must end
Is a lie, just a lie, when you're burning inside?
Do you enjoy spitting in the wind?
Is this all you know, this entitlement
Is this all you know mister irrelevant
It’s summer time so don’t be shy there’s plenty of open wounds
To sharpen your teeth for when you speak
your plight to selfless fools
Is this all you know, this embarrassment
Is this all you know, mister arrogant
From what I've seen it’s too fucking late
You can change your name but you can’t erase
The mess you made
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13. |
Keep the Change
01:17
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Bred in defiance
forced to pledge
All I want
Is revenge
Platform, Progress, Change
Throne of lies
We want what you promised us
We want our lives
Your best years are behind you
I just want to know if you’re happy
With what you left behind
Our inheritance
I'm tired, I'm broken
Can't eat, can't sleep
And I'm fucking fed up
You call this living?
What the fuck
We don't fucking need you
FUCK OFF
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14. |
No Trust
01:18
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Prying eyes, your haunting guise
You can’t console me I know what you do
Made me believe that you cared for me
Had my best interests in mind
Imprisoned, shackled, rotting away
left behind
You trust in nothing but yourself
You trust no one
It’s over, I’m done
Nowhere to fucking run
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