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Drain
03:05
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No high road
No low road
We don’t know
Then we’re done
It’s never been much more than
A hollow matter of pride
It’s not a conversation if you’re just screaming from one side
And If you ever ask them, “is it even alive?”
You get the buzz of too many millions droning in a hive
Drain your eyes.
There’s nothing there before you
How could you ever escape it?
How could you even try?
It gets inside of your fucking head
It gets inside your fucking mind
Let it drain
Let it flow
You’re empty, not alone
Drain your mind
there’s nothing left inside you now
Trust I don’t believe that
I’m any better than them
I still stare at the screens they drop their bullshit for hours on end
Let it all drain
No solution
Just convolution
Let it drain
Let it flow
You’re empty, not alone
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Recreational Invectives
02:32
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Yell and scream, set to get nothing done
That’s the sound of a modern revolution
Don’t want a fix just to be mad for fun
That’s the sound of a modern revolution now
There is so much venom
In all those tiny teeth
To type out all the words you reserve
For the people you’ll never meet
There haven’t been new opinions
Since we’ve been counting years
Just a brain so afraid of itself
It can only communicate fear
We are all so bored
All the pressures are pointed
All the averages mean
Guess we’re all useless morons and
You’re just an expert in all of this shit
How much more time can we give to this thing?
Yell and scream set to get nothing done
That’s the sound of a modern revolution
Don’t want a fix just to be mad for fun
That’s the sound of a modern revolution
Yell at screens that it’s right or it’s wrong
doesn’t matter if it’s guilty or innocent now
All the pressures are pointed
All the averages mean
Feckless crowns are anointed
Hey congrats, you just stole the most puerile of seats
How much more life can we give to this thing?
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Hoarding Gold
03:56
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Your gains
Your profit
So iridescent
You see in colors
All shades of green
The viridescence
Nearly complete
There is a path of destruction
Wherever you touch the ground
Uncaring gaze marks your face
As you circle around
They’ll come for your head
They’ll come for your head
But they won’t get a piece
No consequences
No consequences
Nothing for free
Nothing for free
There is a path of destruction
You burn your swath
Your gains
Your profit
Your hoard
So iridescent
Need more
There is a path of destruction
Wherever you touch the ground
Oh god, why can’t we just give it up?
Oh, there just won’t ever be enough
You see in colors
All shades of green
The viridescence
Nearly complete
They’ll come for your head
Won’t get a piece
No consequences
Nothing for free
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Cult Tour
02:10
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Hope and compassion
Left it hanging by a fucking nail
Too many jerks in this circle
The snake is running out of tail
Can’t you read? Write?
Or only what’s on cardboard signs?
Got one book. Fine.
Closed all other roads to your mind
There’s a place up on high, that’s where all of your prayers go to die
Predestined
To pass the blame
Like you can’t process shame
Hope and compassion
Left it hanging by a fucking nail
Too many jerks in this circle
Hey Kid
you wanna see a dead body?
Hey
Oh, you're looking so pale
Hey Kid
Too many jerks in this circle
The snake is running out of tail
Expectation:
Conflagration
Destination:
Expiration
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Violent Breed
04:03
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You wanna poke at a violent breed?
You wanna join in the pageantry?
There are plenty of pipes you can crawl
There is a world full of mindless fools
And there are way more of them than you
So pick a path, pick a lane, and devolve
Patterned pretend war games
Predetermined lanes
Fall into the wreckage
Fall into your reign
Run it to the edges
And then drive it to its grave
Blatant slime, slovenly
By the time you catalyze
You’re already half waste
Bitter tongue, bitter taste
Let it keep the lights on
Hollow eyes, hollow face
Penny for your lies
Bitter tongue, bitter taste
Let it keep the lights on
Hollow eyes, hollow faith
Followers all nipping at your heels
They’ll fight you
They’ll drag you down
You wanna fuck with the daily feed?
Polemicist controversy?
There are plenty of ways you can go
There is a world of self-righteous fools
And they all wanna be just like you
So pick a path, pick a lane, fucking choose
Oh, this one was cursed by the gods
It was denied by the mobs
In language they made up
On the spot
Another brick from the wall
Another palace to fall
In this world you designed, have a ball
Another brick from the wall
Another palace to fall
Another brick from the wall
Another palace to fall
You wanna fuck with a violent breed?
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Michael Fennen - bass,
Jeff Meyers - drums
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