1. |
Mortality
03:10
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In time
all your friends will die
and you will be alone.
They say,
"Well you know, you might ascend,"
or so you are told.
Sometimes
it's just the end that's on your mind
from the comforts of your home.
You're growing
so very old.
The only certain thing
is you're dying
one day at a time.
The days just come and go,
till you don't know
where you are any more.
Your mind runs sanguine sweet,
as your words escape your sheets.
Your very soul is leaking out.
It's a force that just depletes,
from the pit of your conceit,
and you're not faking it
no more.
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2. |
Sudden Death
02:48
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It's a shock to the system.
It's a truth that you must face.
The person you knew is gone.
So much for tribute songs!
They can never be replaced.
It's a black day on your calendar.
How many moons since the last one?
Was it weeks or maybe years?
You'll be engaged with all your fears
till funeral bells eclipse the Sun.
It's just another sudden death.
It's just another sudden death.
another sudden death.
It's just another sudden death.
It's a natural occurrence
coming at high frequency.
You're trying to tune it out,
but your dial's stuck in place.
It's all that you can see.
It goes out with your ego,
with your complacency.
With your brain against the wall,
you'll be picking up the pieces
for the next couple of weeks
It's just another sudden death.
It's just another sudden death.
another sudden death.
It's just another sudden death
weighing on your conscience.
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3. |
Birthday Song
02:43
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Years are racing by.
I can't keep up with all these changes.
I'm lost in place, and in time.
And I still feel like I did yesterday.
I feel as old as I did yesterday.
I'm losing speed.
I'm growing faster now.
I really outta act my age,
but I feel as old as I already did yesterday.
I feel as old as I already did yesterday.
It's a slow growth to your grave...
It's the progression to nothing...
It's the slow descent into madness...
It's the miracle of age.
And I still feel like I did yesterday.
I feel as old as I already did yesterday.
Yesterday...
Yesterday...
Yesterday...
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4. |
City Rats
02:52
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You and I are city rats.
We keep the country running on our backs.
Working pointless jobs
in our pointless lives.
We're all living in our city flats,
paying double on our council tax,
so we can grease these gears,
and just to watch them turn.
And everything we need is cheap.
All the people that we meet are cheap,
and they just come and go,
and we all look the same.
And whenever I'm feeling alone,
I can tap on a telephone
to talk to strangers
who don't care to know my name.
You and I were made for more
than pushing pencils and keeping the score.
Working 9 to 5,
and just to stay alive!
Let's make a business of you and me,
refract the blindness till we can see.
pushing through the crowds
that just stare back through you.
We can trade coffee and jokes.
We can laugh till we choke.
Breathing poison air
from all that city haze.
And I can lie down with you,
till our limbs turn cold and blue.
Oh, what a wonderful way
for us to waste our days!
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5. |
College
03:11
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Your days are passing by,
and you don't even care.
You stare in the mirror
and straighten up your hair
so you can leave at night
and fuck a bunch of guys.
You live a wasted life.
But your sadness grows
with every passing day
till you can't stay away
from how you're feeling.
Reeling suitors close,
Twisting, shooting in the dark,
Stark ejaculations spring,
"are you really happy!?"
Your hours are passing on,
and on, and on,
let's write another song,
"oh the government is wrong,"
"oh well we don't get along."
I don't think we ever did.
I'll be happy when you're gone.
Have you ever thought
for a day in your life,
or did you just recite
all your notes and stories?
Ideals burn too bright,
you're terrified at the sight!
You have no will to fight
for your hope and glory.
The minutes ticking on
you're imprisoned by your books
and all those curious looks
from those lecturers and crooks.
who have tricked you into debt,
with pretentious intellect,
lesson learned, now don't forget!
To what degree will you turn,
with all your papers burned?
Smeared in ashes; sackcloth spurned,
"There's no job for Jobs now!"
Your thesaurus guides you through,
blue collar services,
and now you're sure you lived,
only as they taught you.
Drop out!
Drop out!
Drop out
now!
Drop out now!
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6. |
Ride the Tiger
02:21
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The modern world is not my home:
a horse without a rider.
Slowly racing into the end of days,
it's like a living nightmare.
When I wake the dream comes true,
and when I wake the dream comes true,
and when I wake I scream.
And so we stand on the precipice,
where we define our being.
I squander my days in avarice,
trying to find some meaning.
When I wake the dream comes true,
and when I wake the dream comes true,
and when I wake I scream.
I'll ride the tiger
through the cycles of the Earth.
Turn the snake back on itself,
watch it bury its head deep.
And as St. John looks on,
I'll usher in the days!
I'll battle Ragnarok,
then ride upon the waves!
And when I dream, it's coming soon...
And when I dream, it's coming soon...
And when I dream, it's coming soon...
And when I dream...
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7. |
Antithesis to Agony
03:16
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There's so much to live for,
so much to see!
I'll never get bored.
I just want to be
anything at all,
so why not this?
Sometimes we fall...
Sometimes it's bliss...
So where's my key
to happiness?
You hold on to me?
Well hold to this.
We can sit and talk,
and reminisce.
Cast our worries off
and never miss
each other.
Well, not the bad times...
Unforgiven sins
from you or me
are liquidated in
the memories.
Captured perfectly;
locked in time.
Lost in endless dreams;
expressed in rhyme.
And all my friends
are here with me.
The moments never end,
they just repeat.
You cannot pretend
it's all defeat.
Maybe in the end
we can meet
in that city.
I hope you make it...
It's never make believe,
but it's all in
the way you perceive
and where you've been.
What you've done or said
is dead and gone.
The whole world's in your head,
so just live on.
And time, it never stops
for anyone.
It cares not for the drop
or rise of sun,
and retroactive thought's
a smoking gun.
So forget what you're taught,
and be the one...
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8. |
Stand As One
03:19
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As you cross your heart and hope to die
you're spitting in your brother's eye.
A holy nation, filled with pride,
stands firmly on a genocide.
"What we believe is now your truth..."
In culture wars we always lose!
Misguided men and their abuse
prevail till we shout from the roofs:
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
My name, my face, my skin, or creed
they're no reasons to make me bleed.
Sectarian identities
prolong and breed idolatry,
so why wallow in the baseless hate?
It's time you finally concentrate.
To classify was our mistake.
Reject the lies, reiterate:
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
"We're all the same!"
We're all the same way.
Suddenly we all stand as one
when we have no race to run.
Suddenly we all stand as one
when we have no race to run.
Suddenly we all stand as one
when we have no race to run.
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Leonardo Lemuel Bristol, UK
Demanding Emo in Bristol. Pouring out words over guitar.
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