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Dead boys
Dig through all this condescension
Speech from the desert echo to cities
Coming in louder and clearer
Communicate this capital cancer
Fuck no !
Here's my answer
What are you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
When it's all gone, without a warning
What are you gonna do when it all
Comes down and crashing through
What are you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
When it's all gone, without a warning
What are you gonna do when it all
Comes crashing down on you?
Dead boys
Pave the road with good intentions
Did the banks buy our president?
The corporate bail-out
Heaven sent
Legislation from a company town
Washington D.C. burn it down
What are you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
When it's all gone, without a warning
What are you gonna do when it all
Comes down and crashing through
What are you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
When it's all gone, without a warning
What are you gonna do when it all
Comes crashing down on you
Without a warning we're dead, boys
With what they value,
How is this a surprise?
A better world will live on
In our eyes
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You're hearing two sides of the same old bullshit story in your head
Your words are poison empty promises that make the streets run red
From the TV... To the books...
All you'll ever get from me is cold words and empty stares
You signed my family up now they're all off to die for Uncle Sam
The profit margins growing quicker -
Blood stained money in your hands
I am the animal... killing machine... but don't hold your breath...
Cause all you'll get from me is cold words
Cold words and empty stares
Your wallet's swollen but your soul is so bare - but hard men
Hard men - we come so rare
Won't cast a ballot and I won't buy your fear
Cause I'm a free fucking man... all grudges aside
I got better things to fight for... and better ways to die
You think we've come so fucking far because the packaging is fresh
But it's the same they're all the same until their final dying breath
I'm no sucker...
I can see
The bullshit piles higher than the bodies of our neighbor's families
Hard times they never end
It's sill around we gotta sing it again the hard days
Hard days they come like the rain
They'll flood the streets until we all feel the pain
But I'm a free fucking man with truth on my side
I got better things to fight for... and better ways to die
I can see it up ahead
There's another brother dead
How many families have to cry
Before your wallet's up to size
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I cut my fingers on a broken picture frame
The welling up waxes and wanes. It's not fair and it hasn't been
All my friends are living saints. Been killing me for weeks
A garden weed that cracks concrete. It hasn't been fair for long
Growing up isn't moving on.
Do you miss our broken reason or the nights spent treating
Troubles and normalcy to bottles and comedies?
You forgot your necklace upstairs on purpose
It was you golden ticket scam and it always made us laugh
Do you see me as your acquaintance, your death by time, age and long distance?
Broken picture frames
The welling up waxes and wanes. It's not fair and it hasn't been
All my friends are living saints. Been killing me for weeks
A garden weed that cracks concrete. It hasn't been fair for long
Growing up isn't moving on
All my friends are living saints
Broken still but never breaking ties
I never pictured this, disperse in fall and don't reminisce
See it's just not fair, not everyone moved on
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Ruiner - Two Words
02:13
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Hello you fuckers, you assholes, you social rejects…
I hope you get my sarcasm as I generalize our subculture
That once had the biggest of mouths.
Now scared to just speak up,
scared of prepubescent teens with the fastest hands
or has-been role models who gave in to their own cynicism.
I might seem jaded, I might seem arrogant. However
I am a dude of many opinions which I encroach on every open ear.
I find it offensive when someone cowards behind tight lips.
Save face for the sake of social status, prostitution with a pretty face.
No approval here not bought with pride, all loss for some one else’s gain.
Keep your mouth shut. Keep your eyes straight- a -head.
You might make it out of here unscathed but devoid of purpose.
Mediocrity is a fucking cancer; it seems air born and contagious.
I found myself here-when I didn't fit-most anywhere else.
Now I find it hard to relate to the most familiar of faces.
Don’t Care
Pardon my apathy and my articulation with cheap childish phrases
but I hate the excuses I give this nothing more then these two words
Fuck it
How cliché this all sounds.
This was made for the individual
But is ruined by the ignorant masses.
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It's starting to pull me under, I can feel it beneath my feet.
The last few months have passed so slowly
and it's been so long since I've seen your smile.
I'm afraid to ask what's wrong so I sit and stare
frustrated digging my nails into my palms.
I never wanted you to see me like that.
Bloodshot eyes, bleeding fists, speechless love, a new year's wish.
I never wanted you to see me reenact those days I threw away.
Stuttered screams from a distant voice:
I followed you all the way to your front door.
No words could take the pain from your eyes
like a knife through the heart.
I'll be sleeping alone tonight;
and when I wake you won't see me again,
you won't have to worry about me anymore.
I'm sorry for all the times I fucked up,
I'm sorry for every time I let you down.
You always said it was hard to talk and I guess it always was.
But it still feels the same, I still feel the same.
The only difference is you're not there.
I brought this on myself: you're not there.
When I need you the most, you're not there.
And I can't stop thinking of you.
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Crime in Stereo - War
03:23
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I say, I said
There's a hundred thousand strange things in your head
But it's where we live, it's where we connect
You say, I said
There's a hundred thousand things I never meant
But I think I did, I remember it
You say I said I would love you forever
We go to war to name the dead
I say, I said
There's something fucked up in your head
It's where we connect and it's where we live
It's where our love is
You say, you said
All you've got left is a hundred thousand exits
With your god complex well it's what you get
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Paint It Black - Salem
01:53
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They're running their mouths about original sin again.
Somehow we're similar simians, on a steady diet of carcinogens.
We'll be the weathermen, warning of the black skies ahead.
Broadcasting live from the City of the Dead. The forecast is for hail,
locusts and falling anvils bring common sense and science to a standstill.
Watch as witches burn, fanatics setting fire to the foundation,
playing duck season/rabbit season with our children's education.
The barbarians are at the gates, that's my diagnosis.
If they make it past the barricades, before the drawbridge closes,
there will be no cause to celebrate, there will be no throwing roses.
The same racist god that sanctioned truncheons and hoses at Selma.
The god of bloodied scalps and broken noses,
of back alley abortions and voided civil unions.
So remember the next time you're kneeling for communion:
They want us locked down and mute.
And they're still burning books so why not follow suit,
and set fire to their treatises and stale superstitions.
MY intelligent design: no submission...
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I heard a calling,
I heard a roaring from a place where this boy could go.
And I still can't find any other place to call my home.
I mean this,
I need this like wind for wings.
Don't take this from me,
Don't break this for me...
The only place where my soul can sing,scream,
breathe and find meaning...
Sing,scream,breath,and find healing
In this refuge, this scene,
Where hearts don't hide from the sleeve.
I see it in jaded eyes of bitter old men,
Trapped in bodies of bitter young kids
With their machine-gun tongues of only shit to talk,
So safe from the storm with the boats on the dock.
Hearts are spilled & yet you're feeling nothing...
Loveless for the new,and now you're feeling old.
Has your heart ever beat for something?
Or has the flame still burning left you cold?
Nothing, nothing,nothing but a heart that beats for
Nothing...nothing, nothing,
But mine is still pounding for the music you feel,
The message that heals,
The community as the common ideal,
The music you feel,
The message that heals,
This home you break, I've loved for years.
...And I see it in the lambs,
Replacing lions too scared to lay one feeling on the line.
Too scared to start a fire
The silent ones in the deaf-eared choir...
Your jaws ajar yet I'm nothing.
The hollow have no heart for the sleeve.
Your lazy feet ever stood for something?
Or have you become too bored to believe?
Nothing, nothing,nothing but a trend of believing in nothing...
Nothing, nothing,nothing's yet to change my beliefs in the music you feel
The message that heals
The community as the common ideal
The music you feel
The message that heals
This home you break I've loved...
And to all the god-damn lazy motherfuckers
I dare you to create something
Get in a van or get on this stage.
I've hardened these hands because I build, not break.
I'm on my knees on the floor, begging please:
Don't break this for me because everything else is broken.
Broken
Everything I love is broken
Broken
Everything..
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H2O - Sunday
02:53
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It was a sunday morning
I was way too young for this day
The phone rang, and her fates changed
And that's when all the pain came
I sat there trying to comprehend
I'll never see my dad again
He never saw me singing
He never saw me spell my name
And the images won't fade
Your voice, my joy, your pain
It's painted on my brain
No matter what I do or say
Another sunday morning
The biggest day of my life
She said "there's something inside me
Nine months and you will meet him"
In the delivery room I'm a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait
For the new life we created
If he's watching above would he be proud?
It's painted on my brain
Your voice, my joy, your pain
It's painted on my brain
No matter what I do or say
These images won't fade
PAINTED ON MY BRAIN
These images won't fade
Your voice, my joy, your pain
It's painted on my brain
No matter what I do or say
These images won't fade
Your voice, my joy, your pain
It's painted on my brain
No matter what I do or say
These images won't fade
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Cruel Hand - Wisdom/Pain
02:14
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Anxiety inside of me,
I'm starting to bust.
Friends turn foes so easily,
I need someone to fucking trust.
Can't you see I need room to breathe and space is a must?
Everything I know to be
Crumbles to dust.
I can't stop
I can't stop this, it's beyond me.
I have tried,
I have tried are you not listening?
Reality and what's "real to me"
Is what I cannot separate.
Choosing one over the other is the reason why I'm fucking late.
A window of opportunity smashed to bits and worthless to me.
Constant inconsistency -
My only consistency.
I can't stop
I can't stop, it's beyond me
I have tried
I have tried, are you not listening?
Are you not listening?
Oh
So much wisdom in pain,
So many lessons in hurt.
You learn from a loss
So I'll take on your worst.
Nothing can hit harder than my own regret
So I live with what I've done and know that I can't forget.
Live with what I've done and know that I can't forget
Live with what I've done
And know
I can't forget
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All the difference is gone
Diversity taken by schools of thought
I can't feel my imagination
Coward world slain by monotonous rot
Drive your car through your house
Jump ten stories to greet the crowd
Before the passion descends to gray
All the colors turn to waste
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Rain fell hard
Chalk it up to a failure.
Push through the cold weather.
Racing heart,
Slow the beat,
Push through the defeat.
No one knows,
Just push through the deadbeats,
Junkies, liars and cutthroats.
The same walk, the same pier.
No one's going to remember him here.
"Just walk until you reach those long steel tracks."
That old familiar sting, the memories of rivalry.
Years passed and it's still here.
The same dirt, same rails, same fear.
And all the years of giving in rushed through his head again.
With no loss to match his gain,
He rolled on to hop that train.
Rain fell hard.
Chalk the miles from his failure.
Trees sway with the weather.
Racing heart, skips a beat.
Every crossed town line is relief.
With no money and no name,
State lines, borders rivers are all the same.
The city by dawn, a stranger with no history comes.
"Just rest your head where the sun sets.
Fade out at sun down.
Fade out at sun down.
We'll fade out."
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14. |
Energy - 400
03:29
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The signs, the screams, all the reasons
We never reached to the sky
A darkened air laced the seasons
I'll never relive the lie
Let's find a place where we can hide tonight
We'll race the sun so we can say we tried
A sharper mind than the needle
Will tear a whole through it's eye
When demons start the invasion
I'll stay awake through the night
Let's find a place where we can hide tonight
We'll race the sun so we can say we tried
Further and further away
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