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Nostalgia
02:09
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Slow down
You’re gonna miss all the good parts now
The best parts come around when you’re busy conforming
When you spend all your time kissing ass with the normies
It’s ok now
I’m just saying come over now
Cause I’ve been missing your arbitrary jokes
Remember the time we wrote our names up on the wall
Remember the time we realized thriller was our favorite song
Is it over?
Is it over now?
I’m all by myself again
Scalped, sutured, made whole again
Round and around go the wheels on the bus
Round and around go all of us.
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Harrisburg
01:45
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All of my old memories
Are fading with the burning trees
And I don’t got a reason left to save them
Watch the cars pass through the capital
And think about the long drive home
And if anything we’ve done
Will matter to the sun
I spent my whole life hiding in the dark
Writing stupid songs on my beat up old guitar
They go like….
Blah
It feels like everyone is missing
The simpleness of living
It feels like everyone knows
Something I don’t
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3. |
All My Friends
00:56
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All my friends get drunk to forget about their problems
They seem so alive but I feel bored
Cause it’s not real it only lasts until the morning
And when they go to work they tweet all day
“Fuck my life, I hate my life”
All my friends are addicted to their cellphone
Afflicted by their own vanity
So they jerk off in my face
Every single chance they get
And now I’m covered in their narcissistic load
And sometime I think
I’m gonna explode.
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4. |
Cultural Violence
01:31
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Everything has gone to hell
As far as I can tell everything has gone to hell
Resort to talking to myself
At least I can work it out and find a way to make it on my own
I stopped listening
So I'm stuck here
It's in my blood
Boiling up
I've had enough
Nobody ever talks to me
Nobody ever, ever, ever talks to me
They want to call me crazy
Cause it's always easier
To blame it on the other
Then to forfeit any favor
In a rigged society
Where the poor are broke to feed the queen
It always turns to violence
You can't keep pushing us down
Somebody better talk to me
Somebody better come and fucking talk to me
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I was so hungry for love
Even when I was in love with somebody
I felt so alone in my love
I gave and gave it all away
But then I found you
Now we’re so hungry for change
We bought in and played the game
Now we’re so hungry for change
We give and give it all away
But it’s rotten fruit
It doesn’t taste new
I’m sick of it, these hypocrites
I don’t want, I want my money back
Sorry kid just deal with it
Bought in heavy, you can’t have your money back
But I want it back
I’m left with pocket change
And everything feels the same
Things were supposed to change
I’m left with pocket change
I’m still hungry for love
I’m still hungry for change
But I still feel the same
I still feel the same
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6. |
Kill the Gestapo
02:12
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If you stand close to me
It’s alright, cause it’s all we need
Babe,
I’m not fucking around. I can’t stay here. It’s all going down. There’s a revolution and it’s at our door. So I can’t fuck around with your love no more.
But you can come with me.
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
I could sing an elogy to the love we lost or the life we leave
Or I could sing a battle song
Would you sing with me?
Would you sing along?
Stand.
Close to me.
It’s all right.
Cause it’s all we need.
If you stand close to me we’ll be alright cause it’s all we need.
This is all we need.
-New Cult
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