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The Calm...
02:12
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The calm before the fall
My arms are stiff to my side
As they fill all the cages at night
My eyes won’t close anymore
Too awake from the things that we’ve done
I can really feel it
As hard as I fight it I can’t contain it
My hope already gone, my faith already faded
My eyes are deadlocked on the kids in the cages
My heart filled with rage for their blood
We’re all martyrs now
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Optimism
01:45
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All of the changes that I wanna see
manifest themselves in contradictions around me
in all of my old friends who like the things I said,
but couldn't balance them with chemicals inside their heads
Optimism breeds anxiety
and that makes cynicism pretty fucking easy
To make a radical difference
you gotta be radically different
Hey I get it, the world is burning
You're just one person what could you have done
Predictability seems to be easy
when we're all passive to the hand that feeds
So I'll just keep hearing millennial songs
about how much it sucks to give up comfort here at all
until we realize we're still where we began
trying to self help at the expense of mental health
Optimism breeds anxiety
and that makes cynicism really fucking easy
I don't see us making a difference
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3. |
Everything Wilts
01:47
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All my friends are dead and dying
The slow death marches on
Feels like God is laughing
Makes you feel so small
Begging bowed down
Makes it real and permanent
Is it even God?
The only thing for sure
The future isn’t yours
Stop dwelling
The past won’t keep you safe
Oh my God, can you save me?
I watched the storms roll in
Helpless to the Arctic winds
Aimless when
Hope is unpredictable
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Ethics
02:19
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Imperfect world, imperfect body, imperfect mind
Extend myself to everyone and everything and I still find
That I am ruined by a culture that's still holding out
For God to be something outside what's happening right now
But now I'm having dreams about people I knew before I was me
I can't stop thinking about what they think of who I used to be
And if I'm better off now
We're being shaped by circumstances we don't understand
Though I'm thrilled by the chase, I'm the world's to be saved
I can't change who I wanna be
I'll just keep living it out
While everyone I try to love is fucking killing themselves
And I wish that were a metaphor
but I feel them slipping away
as they fail to find what I've found, this method of thought beyond myself
I think I get it now
It's in my soul
Happiness is infinite, it can't be controlled
But what of the days when I can't get out of bed
until I move to the desk and fall asleep there instead?
No matter where I am I can't quite express
that there is something more
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5. |
Eat the Rich
01:59
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We move slow cause we know
Who's really in control
They fucked things up again
Blood flows and time shows
Who's really in control
They own everything
Control everything
Hoarding everything
While everybody fucking rots
They don't know
How far we'll go
They may have it all
But there’s still space left to grow
And if I'm still breathing
They cant have me
And if you all come along
We can drive them all out to sea
Thought we were falling asleep
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6. |
Rapture
02:27
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I saw the flag waving
From my one bedroom apartment
I feel it's teeth sinking in me
From my one bedroom apartment
Inside I am a king
From my one bedroom apartment
I can do anything
From my one bedroom apartment
I can't change anything
From my one bedroom apartment
I submit to the obscene
From my one bedroom apartment
Am I defined by what I let myself?
Am I divided or going even deeper for it?
We are not defined by what we all think we are
I am not divided I am part of the big machine
I wont let myself consume me
From this one bedroom apartment
Setting myself free
From this one bedroom apartment
Wake be woke to the thrill of living life
Wake be woke or be left for the birds
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I feel like everyone is stupid
I feel like everyone is fucking dumb
I feel like everyone is crazy
At least I'm not the only one now
There's a ringing in my ear
And my hands are shaking
Staring in the mirror
Watching my face change complexion
All work and no play
Is keeping me this way
There’s a panic taking over
And Time does not exist there
There's a Pressure in my chest
I was just trying to rest
Wish it were the way
when I was a kid?
Before I woke up, before I did drugs
Before I was sold like the kids before me.
And all the fuck ups and all the dumb love
That had me screaming at the ceiling
Before I lost touch, before I gave up
Before I ever called your bluff
There was a god that helped me sleep
And I hoped and I prayed
And something deep within said
God is inside every part of you
God is not the antibody to sin
But god is the response of the human condition
God is the choice to love,to have faith
In the absence of love
We are left to reckless abandon
Take me back
Take me back
Take me back
Take me!
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