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Debt Weight
01:27
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Isn’t it just like you to go out without a… bang, all reward and no risk but let’s face it that’s your fucking M.O. debt collections the new obsession head first and all in. Best and final offer is a bed halfway made a coffin half open. Crippled by the weight of debt, waking from that dream you haven’t paid for yet. Crippled by the weight of debt, waking from the dream… Soiled and crying out for help. We won’t show up… Crippled by the weight of debt, waking from a dream you haven’t paid for yet, all your life you have owned nothing.
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American Whitemare
02:55
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A peg forced into a broken mold, watch it crumble within. Corroded valves left to drip carelessly and now it’s too deep to swim, circumvent the obstruction but you can’t crawl out of your cheap white skin we’ve drowned our morals, but we’re only mortal. Skin white like ignorance. Brought down , cast out from where you once belonged. Cut off the head and let the soul begin again, cut off the head. Skin white like ignorance …
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Unqualified
03:23
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Me verse the world , with my hands tied behind my back again, you turn around, somehow I’m out and the noose is round your neck instead. Your attempt is, weak and tactless. We strive to oppose anything you stand for, your request, denied … We verse the world, with our hands tied behind our backs and then, you turn around, somehow we’re out and the noose is around your neck again. You’re just not built for this. I’m sorry but the point you’re missin we’ve filled the position, no need for interpretation, here’s why, you’re unqualified …
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Big Shot
01:49
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Looking down on those not like you, you got something to say about anyone that isn’t like you. Your mouth is so loud it’s like the music stopped, you think you’re tough because your dad’s a cop. Mapping out the room to see who notices you, in your head you’re the star of the show and everybody loves you. Delusions, cut like cheap cocaine, your cologne, smells like rape. Big shot! Big shot! With the dom perignon in your hand and the spoon up your nose
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Wave Digger
02:50
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I got a call from an old friend , just to talk about a song, we used to play it in our old band, it made me feel like I was young again And then I felt alright, yeah I was fine. When I got home I looked through old tapes I found a demo of the song, it made me think about the old days, when everybody got along. And I felt alright, yeah was fine. So I turned it up… and then I turned it off.
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Toe Tag, You’re It
03:23
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An undeniable truth, we’re all lies , born in the shape of our fathers and mothers, no we are sons, Born to comply, imitating a life to hide the shame of where we’re from you will burn, no matter what side you’re on. Collect the names, start up that fire place, they’re just warming up, so stay covered up, your keepsake bares no luck ( your keepsake bares no luck, they’re suffocating everything you loveYou will burn, no matter what side you’re on
So put on that mask, fuck it, put on a body bag, toe tag, your it, and you all grin and wear it…
If we don’t change our direction we are the infection
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Flesh Prison
02:32
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Falling forward , into nothing, eyes sewn open, staring deep into the void. Begging for death.
Burning in water drowning in flame, there’s no sense of time in this place, when you can’t even keep track of your own existence. Somewhere in between life and death lies our hope choked out by our regret, Angel or devil I don’t care, just grab my throat and take the air stuck waiting to get into heaven and I’m on the back of the line , but youre not even on the list. I don’t wanna live in this flesh prison … I don’t wanna know, I just wanna go…Help me get out, I shouldn’t be here…
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Missed Connections
02:11
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Life imitating the art that art imitates,A photocopy of a copy of an original print. You have been mass produced, they’re buying and selling you, a repossession of a reproduction of a reproductive system… Alone in the crowd is where you see what you are made of, showing up as yourself is the thing you’re most afraid of, resilient as a piece of paper torn to shreds, so concerned with fitting in you forgot just where you stand. A superficial connection to a scene is not real love, real love, there is no real love
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