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Burial
02:23
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We were buried from the start.
Year after year, I've nearly given my life away.
This is the price, at all costs, we pay to pave the way down the road of no return.
I refuse to feed on false securities.
I can no longer swallow my pride to put my self on the line 100,000 times.
Counting your blessings. Moral decay and broken mirrors. We lost ourselves. We've forgotten where we came from.
Ungrateful and ignorant. The warning signals go on and on (on and on), I'm not listening anymore.
So count your blessings, give up the hope you've stored on changing the past.
Selfish wagers, self destruction, this is what I deserve.
I will always be my own worst enemy.
Abandoned and content, content with alone.
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Repeater
03:24
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I'm not going back.
To the life that held me down.
I refuse. I refuse.
Failure is no home of mine.
I refuse. I refuse.
Your American dream is my modern nightmare.
Another day, another dollar.
Another year, just another...
Another day, another dollar.
Another year, just another...
Step back.
My health, my security.
It's just another drink, it's just another night.
How could I set all that is right,
If the path I walk is blinded from sight?
If you ask me what it's worth, I'd probably tell you my life.
No matter the price, no matter the pain.
Once in a lifetime risk, not a chance to miss.
Cardinals will carry us home when we lose our heads in the clouds.
Cardinals will carry us home when we lose our heads in the clouds.
Heads in the clouds.
Time is something I'll never have enough of.
So forgive me, I'll just get to the point:
This isn't me, it never was. MIsery and regret became my best friend.
This isn't me, it never was. I found my faith in the gutter, below my feet.
Misery and regret. Misery and regret.
Misery and regret. Misery and regret.
I'm not a victim. (This isn't me.)
I'm not a failure. (I never was.)
It's this city, it's these streets.
Sometimes it feels like we're dragging our feet.
It's this city, it's these streets.
Don't let your life get stuck on repeat.
Get out.
We all got trapped behind the glass.
We all got trapped behind the glass.
Behind the glass.
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Driftwood
04:23
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Remember me? The one that swam ashore.
The one that got away, the one that found his own way.
I’ll never buy it, I’ll never fucking buy it. What you say happiness means.
Enlightened and free, I will always be.
You begin to deceive, selling your false ideas of a dream.
You will always be my Achilles heel, my bane.
Your ideals, they change, as I remain the same.
This is an infection, a vice of young minds.
Live out your own dreams.
Let this flame ignite you.
Guide yourself.
This is a plea
To all those lost at sea. x2
Lost in the flood
Of the mundane.
This mold you’ve cast for me,
I’ve broken free. x2
Don't you tell me what I need, or what's important to me.
If you want to live my life, you'll have to take it from me.
Day in, day out
Night after night
Our eternal flames ignite the spirit of the translucent
Day in, day out
You have the best laid plans.
Night after night,
You question your entire life.
I walk my own path. We walk our own path.
(And I’d gladly walk this road alone.)
Let this flame ignite you.
Guide yourself.
This is a plea
To all those lost at sea. x2
Lost in the flood
Of the mundane.
This mold you’ve cast for me,
I’ve broken free. x2
The casualties converge as the wake pours over my history.
I watched the failures wash ashore.
I watched the failures wash ashore.
The failures wash ashore.
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Debased
03:44
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The sum of all your fears.
Force feed the feeble.
Consume, consume, their propaganda.
Today's famishment.
The needy, neglected.
A world once prosperous,
So divided by one percent.
Manipulate, monetize minds.
Falsify freedom, take what's rightfully mine.
Enjoy the last meal to choke on. (to choke on, to choke on)
Never forget you have nothing to prove to the people that fucked you over.
No final words, no lasting impression
Cutting corners only lead me back to the beginning.
Paradox, your free will has been predestined.
Paradox, corruption bleeds across the red, white, and blue.
There is no difference between the wicked and righteous.
We're all so fucking malicious.
We've all been debased by this fucking worthless incentive.
We're all counterfeits.
Printed on a canvas of flesh
With no face, just a number.
We never asked for this.
A nation, divisible.
This system, a modern myth.
We never asked for this.
I, will never stand for this.
With this city on my back
I will still stand tall.
I welcome every dagger of judgment.
No final words, no lasting impression
Cutting corners only lead me back to the beginning.
Where we lost ourselves, where we lost all we were meant to be.
I can't believe this is the dream.
This is your America, this is your country.
Home of the thieves, corruption, and greed.
Devour.
Devour.
All of your fears.
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Pariah
03:52
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Uncomfortable in my own skin.
Where I've been, and who I've met.
Malcontent, unfulfilled, and pissed.
Fucking fed up and sick.
Incapable of loving again.
Doing well to look despising.
Misanthropy overtakes me.
I can't bear this burden.
They say that it gets easier.
That it all falls in place.
22 years.
Still no reason to believe.
Numb to this cold world.
Ignored by the ignorant.
This isn't me, I swear it's not me.
It's this fucking place.
Wanting more for humanity.
I'm constantly let down.
Burn all that is broken,
And begin again.
They say it gets easier.
That it all falls in place.
22 years.
Still no reason to believe.
We are victims. We are accidents.
We are hopeless. I want no part in this.
We are victims. We are accidents.
We are hopeless. I want no part in this.
So it goes. So it goes.
So it goes. So it goes.
So it goes. So it goes.
So it goes. So it goes. (So it goes)
Carrion, carry on. Carrion, carry on.
Carrion, carry on.
Carry on.
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