1. |
Venetian Lounge
06:15
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In the venetian lounge, everyone's your best friend
But despite the good time, you will dine and dash
So by the way we all know you don't want us here no more
You're spending time you have leached at the attention store
“Who needs high school?
It gets in the way of my success”
You say that firmly
But descend into trailer trash
when your rich dad ain't there no more
To fund the illusion of your Hollywood score
You invite the whole town to show you're the best
But after the show you will screw the rest
So I don't think you know a thing about us anymore
You're now sipping the shots, 2,000 miles from home
“Who needs high school?
It gets in the way of my success”
You say that firmly
But descend into trailer trash
when your rich dad ain't there no more
To fund the illusion of your Hollywood score
I see through your ways
You are like a pest
I see through the haze
You are like the rest
I see through your ways
You are like a pest
I see through the haze
You are like the rest
You left us behind
For a path based on luck
You left us behind
For a path based on luck
“Who needs high school?
It gets in the way of my success”
You say that firmly
But descend into trailer trash
when your rich dad ain't there no more
To fund the illusion of your Hollywood score
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2. |
Fictional Friend
04:35
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Waiting,
Waiting,
For the perfect kind of day
Backing,
Backing,
From what I want to do that day
Forging,
Forging,
All my mind's internal plays
Wasting,
Wasting,
Chances of eternal stays now
And then he comes in
It’s bringing me down
She's into him,
Since I’m not around
Planned it all out,
Turned into pretend
She was just my
Fictional friend
Didn’t think of what to say
Now I am here without my way
Shoulda went through with the play
She would have let me anyway
Now she’s with somebody else
and I won’t put it off the shelf
Perfect opportunities
Wasted for uncertainty now
And then he comes in
It’s bringing me down
She is with him,
Since I’m not around
Planned it all out,
Turned into pretend
She was just my
Fictional friend
And I will miss her too much
My one timidity threw me under the bus
Friends tried to take me through the route
But I was busy milking out the lies
That were in my head
They tried to make me lose the doubt
But I was busy wasting all my time
And then he comes in
It’s bringing me down
She is with him,
Since I’m not around
Planned it all out,
Turned into pretend
She was just my
Fictional friend
And then he comes in
It’s bringing me down
She is with him,
Since I’m not around
I could just wait
Til they fall apart
But what should I say
A wedding ain’t far
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3. |
Loophole
03:44
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I have to keep reeling
Through things they deploy
To force feed enjoyment
I never fantasize
I am de-humorized
And I can't get it
Out of my head
Abusing the loopholes
To showcase my life
Since I can't avoid it
Details are all around
Can never water down
So I can't get a
Grasp off of it
There's never a place to go
I'm never out of their reach
There's always a thing to do,
That gives my life a breach
Connected to the cloud
To flavor my deceit
But they know
When your show's
Not on
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4. |
We Killed Rover
03:51
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In a quiet town somewhere
60 years from now
Two old men sit on a quiet porch
Reminisce about times of youth hood
there's a difference
It's not the people online who have the torch
Back 60 years from then
HTTPS was anon
You never needed any sort of face
The Wild West was long ago
And now it's all corporate
Freedoms of the past there ain't a trace
We killed rover
everyday we start without him
We killed rover
everyday we start without him
Congress and the Wall Street journal
Tearing up our rights
Don't let deaf man run a music school
Wait for the complaints to rise
But change nothing they will do
Because the rich and powerful control
We killed rover
everyday we start without him
We killed rover
everyday we start without him
We killed rover
everyday we start without him
We killed rover
everyday we start without him
We killed rover
everyday we start without him
We killed rover
everyday we start
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5. |
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A few years ago
Congress decided
All the laws were dumb
So they made the consititution
Null and void now
It’s all privately run
Now everything is better
Just ask the ones
Sending our garbage into the sun
I can’t wait till the day I can
Move out of the slums
Ancap paradise
Isn’t it so nice
(Another day in)
Ancap paradise
Shot if you don’t buy the ice
Ancap paradise
Isn’t it so nice
(Another day in)
Ancap paradise
Stir-frying our head lice
The McNuke is dropping
over here and
We’re all crash test dummies
Copyrighted gay marriage
They have to pay the fees
Armed militias
Owned by Walmart
Tearing up the streets
Cameras in my house
it’s Whole Foods
Watching what I eat
Apple’s EULA
bounty hunters
Hunting non-upgraders
Google’s selling
all my dick pics
To chronic masturbaters
Amazon using
Thai children
For building fire sticks
Bezos has the
Philosopher’s stone
He’s three hundred and six
Ancap paradise
Isn’t it so nice
(Another day in)
Ancap paradise
Shot if you don’t buy the ice
Ancap paradise
Isn’t it so nice
(Another day in)
Ancap paradise Stir-frying our head lice
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Because they lost the rights
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Free satellite
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Ancap paradise
Isn’t it so nice
(Another day in)
Ancap paradise
Shot if you don’t buy the ice
Ancap paradise
Isn’t it so nice
(Another day in)
Ancap paradise
Stir-frying our
Head lice
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6. |
Gate
05:50
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He won’t let us in
Won’t take it on the chin
Get the ram cause we’re going in
French, we’re coming in
Turning Livestock into pain
It’s time for us to run away
Go to the castle don’t let them wait
Go to the castle let down the gate
Go to the castle don’t let them wait
Go to the castle let down the gate
He waves it at our aunts
Won’t give us any chance
We shall take it back at once
Let us all attack
Turning Livestock into pain
It’s time for us to run away
Go to the castle don’t let them
Wait
Go to the castle put down the
Gate
Turning Livestock into pain
It’s time for us to run away
Go to the castle don’t let them
Wait
Go to the castle put down the
Gate
We have lived
To tell the tale
On a ship,
We set to sail
Never let us
Through the door
Now it’s time
To bring the war
He won’t let us in
Won’t take it on the chin
Get the ram cause we’re going in
French, we’re coming in
Snuck a trojan in the lair
Didn’t lurk
Didn’t lurk
Didn’t lurk
Now a trojan’s in the air
Didn’t work
Didn’t work
Didn’t work
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7. |
Ōtsuchi
08:43
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It’s a normal day
Friday afternoon
On a normal week
We were by the bay
The clock just went past two
Then the ground began to shake
I’m trudging through the wreckage of my shattered world
I’m wading through the remains of the boys and girls
Evacuated children to a place no safer
Five miles inland the sea still is no stranger
Is the taxi empty
Or was someone really there
There’s only ruins
Destination is nowhere
You stop to ask
Why we built the gates
When the ceiling is falling
Then you’ll understand our fates
I’m trudging through the wreckage of my shattered world
I’m wading through the remains of the boys and girls
Evacuated children to a place no safer
Five miles inland the sea still is no stranger
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8. |
Deleted Rebel
06:51
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There is now nothing left to hide
They don’t remember
I gazed my closest in the eyes
Not a defender
Pushing back agains’t the flow
Beside a crowd that had my back
They did not like it
But still the word was out
They had to wipe out more than us
To bring the silence
So it was done
Deleted presence
From all the news
They’re burning everything
Have tech to stop the ring
You’re bent down
Escaped the wrath of their confined
Caged isolation
Expected to step foot in a
Less blinded nation
Nobody knows my name
All of my friends have been killed off
Or been reprogrammed
My photos all are gone
My family don’t have a clue
I should just go back
It’s just the same
Deleted presence
From your mind
They’re burning everything
Have camps to stop the ring
You’re bent down
Turn off, you can not soak up deceit
Turn off, you can not soak up deceit
I watched people, friends, and freedom
Slowly slip away
Can’t believe I had the luck to
Flee their death array
My existence left resistant
To stall counter clash
People killed to bring repeal
To knowledge of concepts
I know there’s some who still hold on
That won’t admit it
I hope that one day you’ll unite
And gut the unit
But you don’t see the sign
That I’ve been loose for the past month
So you won’t do it
I could take back my throne
It would unmask for where to hunt
I’ll take the bullet, what’s there to lose
Deleted presence
But I’ll remind
They’ve burnt everything
But I’ll restart the ring
They bent down
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9. |
Landfill
06:25
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A deadly success after an attempt
Around the curb, his remains were sent
They lift him up, throw him in the back
Another day of taking out the trash
There's a new kinda landfill
Trash city is planned to get built
Getting pushed around has worn him out
For the endless chain filling up a mound
Rotting in the sun, his presence decays
He's not the only one, who changes by day
Never ever found, the help you could lend
Forgotten in the mound, without your regret
Time has passed, more bodies were found
All were added to the rotten mound
The culprits who killed off his sanity
Use the land to sell their slogan tees
Rotting in the sun, his presence decays
He's not the only one, who changes by day
Never ever found, the help you could lend
Forgotten in the mound, without your regret
Your twisted views have made this mess
Creating victims of the stress
Pushing him out of the way
Now the dump's his place to stay
Pushing buttons on the screen
Never let him in the scene
Now your grudge has full control
But you don't mind what takes a toll
Slogans never were a simple fix
It's just a simple fucking cover up trick
It fabricates passion we never had
It just brings more in a plastic bag
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10. |
Lullaby
05:16
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Hush baby, let's tuck you in goodnight
I'll tell you goodbye, and you'll close your eyes
I know that tonight
You will take a deep sigh
You will drift and sleep and cry
And you'll never wake up
You are going down
You are going down
for all your crimes
for the ones you killed
You are going down
You are going down
for all your crimes
for the ones you killed
Cry baby, let's get you a box of tissues
because I know I'll miss you
But I refuse to forgive you
I know that tonight
You'll never wake up
I will take a deep breath
I will quickly drift to sleep
You are going down
You are going down
for all your crimes
for the ones you killed
You are going down
You are going down
for all your crimes
for the ones you killed
This is your last goodbye
This is your last night on earth
You will not have a choice
You will drift to death in your crib
I know that tonight
You'll never wake up
I will take a deep breath
I will quickly drift to sleep
You are going down
You are going down
for all your crimes
for the ones you killed
You are going down
You are going down
for all your crimes
for the ones you killed
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