1. |
Sedentary
02:10
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it's certain that catastrophe is set to be our fate
authority will signal the end of the human race
seperated by lines drawn in the sand
designed to multiply, demanded to expand
the ever-present threat of total nuclear destruction
paves way for fear and societal dysfunction
your commander-in-chief is not strong in the least
merely a pawn of the beast of political deceit
the system does not care for you in fact it never has
their culture war is dividing the populace in half
our legacy is occupy to plant democracy
meanwhile our citizens are dying in the streets
the government is currently being destabilized
did you know? its happening right before your eyes
deep down we're afraid its never gonna change
look around you now, it's never going away
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2. |
American Populace
02:26
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I live on TV
my eyes on the screen
body's awake
my mind is asleep
electric dreams
complacent sheep
content with my programming
I wanna binge
to see everything
pay a monthly fee
to know nothing
I wanna see ads
I wanna buy
anything if you'll sell it to me
we are the American populace
our soul lives on TV
plug me in control my occulus
tell me what I need to believe
you got what I need
give me the feed
tell me what I should think
you got the cure
for my disease
I wanna stay
and never leave
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3. |
Cops Push Mongo
01:16
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4. |
Apathy
01:33
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sometimes I find myself silently thinking of
my existence yeah what could it mean
and am I stuck between a dream and reality
life or death it means nothing to me
here in the waiting room who am I to assume
that I had any chance to push back on impending doom
confined within my brain I'll slowly go insane
dreaming of the day that I finally overcame my apathy
will destroy you from the inside out
creating anxiety and doubt
you can take all of your cares away
if you embrace apathy
I want to disappear the feelings so sincere
you can't imagine the way that I live
a hidden hatred for the things that I adore
sooner or later something's got to give
wanting to hide my face escape to outer space
the modern man's life is too much for me
and so the story goes and may god rest my soul
I'll be forever known as yet another fool who fell to
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5. |
Dysphoria
00:34
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I don't like the way that I look
I don't like the way that I think
tell me what's to blame
help me hide my shame
they called me a girl
is that what I am?
where do I belong?
help me understand!
don't look at me
forever incomplete
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6. |
Short Circuit
01:15
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short circuit, system overload
paradise, you die by remote control
satellites watch your every move
succumb to electronic doom
short circuit, systematic fail
brake lines cut out it's time to bail
the world keeps turning in its sleep
as androids march on your city
short circuit system overload
and now there's nowhere left to go
can't run can't hide all that's left to do
let them assimilate with you
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7. |
Oblivion
01:59
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carbon dioxide, industrial waste
erode the ozone at, breakneck pace
factories exhaling dirty gas
call it a hoax, you just ignore the facts
the president has made a guarantee
clean coal will distract you from the ever rising seas
scientists have given us a decade for a deadline
after that no turning back the end is growing nigh
oblivion is imminent
our fears have come to fruition
end of days, armageddon
our perverse vitiation
I don't want to die like this!
humanity's inexcusable corruption
can be seen defiling our oceans
plastic bags and floating trash
sands of time through the broken hourglass
corporations slit our throats to save an extra buck
they're the rotting branch of our plant that must be cut
mother earth does not deserve to crumble to her knees
obliterate the corporate reign and she can be set free
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8. |
Greatest Generation
01:48
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watching, waiting
it gets so aggravating
can't stand staying
while so much time is wasting
want change? stop wishing
and fucking hesitating
our time is here
revolution's breaking
no time for bargains, no more contracts
there's only one thing left to do
walking, waking
this ugly thing we're facing
is back again
ranting and raving
their weakness, is violence
have you got what it takes
protect your country and
break a facists fucking face
no time for bargains, fuck your debates
we all know what we have to do
we beat you once, we'll beat you again
the greatest generation sending Nazis to their graves
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there's a man behind the altar who says he has all the answers
and the formula to live a perfect life
and television Evangelicals will cleanse my soul of sin
if I write a check addressed to Jesus Christ
my mother has a cross hung on the wall in her home
she goes to church and truly is devout
preaching love she does not accept me for who I am
for her ignorance is far too loud
I will tell you
the truth
if you blind yourself
sell your soul
to me
I will set you free
with high hopes and false faith the executive estate
sends our sons to war with bibles in their hands
in the name of God above they will sail round the world
and die adulterating foreign lands
every word on every page echoing across time
twisting and infecting our minds
set in our ways we will kill for our faith
divine, He is our demise
I will tell you
the truth
if you blind yourself
betray your soul
for me
I can set you free
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