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Moving On
01:59
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I don't want this anymore is all she said
Slamming the door behind her she never looked back
She did not know what to say, now she's gone and
It's time for her, to pick herself up and move on
Sometimes there comes a time when you catch some bad luck
But that won't stop me anymore I don't give a fuck
Slamming the door behind her never turned just looked away
Still standing before you here today she moved on
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2. |
Fall In Line
04:16
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Cue the bomb bay doors drop open,
And my words come falling out.
One by one, exploding with questions of
Anger, resentment, and doubt.
It's all for not, should have never expected
To feel any empathy.
Shallow minds, and narrow visions,
You only see tragedy.
Cause I know exactly who you are,
And I know right where you're coming from.
Simple lives for simple minds,
Never out of step you fall in line.
Like a fault line ripping open,
The ground it shakes and moves.
And as the sides grow ever distant,
Hard to make out who is who.
Expect no white flags, no retreat,
It's time for me to stand my ground.
Calling out false accusations,
Self righteousness - it abounds.
Cause I know exactly who you are,
And I know right where you're coming from.
Simple lives for simple minds,
Never out of step you fall in line.
Like a ghost ship adrift at sea,
I watch your life slowly capsize.
A freight train running out of track,
I'm powerless as it flies by.
If nails that stick up get hammered down,
You keep rising up again.
Become a square peg in a round hole,
Ever defiant till the end.
Cause I know exactly who you are,
And I know right where you're coming from.
Simple lives for simple minds,
Never out of step you fall in line.
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3. |
Broke As A Joke
01:42
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Sweat is building on my shoulders
Give in now and I'll fall over
Gotta go a little farther
Why's it always so much harder
Toiling on all day and night
I can't see the end in sight
Can't afford to pay the rent
A dollar earned's a dollar spent
Why'm I always broke as a joke
I can feel myself losing hope
Why'm I always broke as a joke
Stress is building on my shoulders
Everyday I'm growing older
Slash he budget, soldier on
Feeling I've become a pawn
Cut the taxes for the rich
Making all of us their bitch
Time for all of us to stand
No more following their plan
Why'm I always broke as a joke
I can feel myself losing hope
Why'm I always broke as a joke
Broke as a joke, broke as a joke, broke as a joke
Why am I so broke
Broke as a joke, broke as a joke, broke as a joke
Why'm I always broke as a joke
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4. |
Champion The Lies
03:24
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No use in wasting breath it's just like talking to a wall.
Where do you get your facts again? You seem you know it all.
So this is right and this is wrong, you tell us what to do,
and we better fucking listen or it's straight to hell we're screwed.
You come into my house, tell me that I'm wrong.
Pointing crooked fingers while you're selling me a song,
Your fake smile plastered on your face, you tell me this is true,
that you'll just pray this all away, cause saving's what you do.
Well take a look around there's fucking riots in the streets,
people broke and starving as they try to make ends meet.
Just living in your fantasy not opening your eyes,
damn the facts and logic and champion the lies.
There's no scientific study in the world to change your mind,
not the warming of the climate nor the rising of the tides.
So stick your fingers in your ears ignoring what I say,
then your problems. like the glaciers, will all quickly melt away.
So who gave you this crown? Christened you the king?
Your thoughts are all illogical, your words all cut and sting.
You call yourself conservative, as right-wing as they get.
But there's no use in a debate when your agenda's heaven sent.
How have I fucked up? Where have I went wrong?
All smiling to my face and then you stab me when I'm gone.
That mask you wear's a fake vernier precariously placed,
just one tiny chip and it will all disintegrate.
Standing on your soapbox you sing the same old song,
but when things are only black and white it's hard to carry on.
So absorb the television, let it fill your fucking head,
All the firebrands and demagogues perpetuating dread.
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5. |
I For I
02:32
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I didn't wake up today, too many things in my way,
Suffering from a mass illusion, millions want some restitution,
Crimes being committed, no one left to be acquitted,
We get hit and we fight back, crush those bastards pay them back,
All around buildings falling, there's no more cause for stalling,
Collect the youth and send them out, there's nothing to think about,
Open your eyes and hear this cry,
Stop and ask the question why,
No one else has got to die,
It's always I for I
I didn't wake up today, I had nothing left to say,
As mindless millions march around, wave their flags while burning down
Towns of those who are different, don't oppose us only listen,
Blindly marching into war, controlled like puppets chanting "more",
Chains on statues pulling down, tyrannical leaders to cheering crowds,
Watching evil empires fall, but who are we to control all?
Open your eyes and hear this cry,
Stop and ask the question why,
No one else has got to die,
It's always I for I
Now there's no room for dissension,
fight and die there's no redemption,
Brainwashed children ready for,
Any type of any war, I won't say I have no pride,
You love this country, so do I
But in this life there's many choices,
Lower your fist as we raise our voices
Open your eyes and hear this cry,
Stop and ask the question why,
No one else has got to die,
It's always I for I
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6. |
Frantic
03:24
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Head pounds, clock screaming at me it's time to start a new day
Gotta work 12 hours at two jobs, both at minimum wage
I don't know how much longer I can withstand this frantic pace
Gotta keep going, gotta press on, gotta face the day
Balled up like an empty bag, I lay buried in my bed
Can't sleep, can't stop, no turning off what's in my head
Even robots get shut down, their soulless bodies rebuilt
But this machine needs grease, my circuitry is set to full tilt
Keep going, keep going, tell myself, don't know if I can
Keep going, keep going, fucked up life is more than I can stand
Keep going, keep going, at the point can't take it anymore
Keep going, keep going, this is life, we are the working poor
The working poor
Throttle set to frantic, handle snapped off in my hand
Treading water for so damn long, tell myself stick to the plan
If my mind was glass, it'd snap sending shards across the floor
Need a change, fresh start collect all my shit and head for the door
It's always,
Keep going, keep going, tell myself, don't know if I can
Keep going, keep going, fucked up life is more than I can stand
Keep going, keep going, at the point can't take it anymore
Keep going, keep going, this is life, we are the working poor
The working poor
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7. |
Conspiracy Theory
03:27
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Staring out my bedroom window I can see,
A thousand peoples faces and they're all directed right at me,
Never stopping, never looking away,
Perpetually staring at me every night and everyday
Paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
Paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
Paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
I'm fucking schizo
Schizophrenic, psychopathic, chaos everyday,
The voices in my head are telling me to run away,
Can't go outside for peering eyes might see,
I can't trust the world, with all these people whilst they live and breathe
Paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
Paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
Paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
I'm fucking schizo
Alone they're all against me, but now I'll make them see,
Contemplating, formulating, alternating strategies,
I'll show them all how ingenious I can be,
They'll never see this coming fuck them all and they're conspiracies.
Paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
Paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
Paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
I'm fucking schizo
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