1. |
Foes - Ghost Town
01:21
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Your power trip
Can fuck itself
Exist in your yuppy shit-hole
Zombies wearing Patagonia® jackets
Now I’m walking by
Loser, Degenerate, Deviant
Im fucking scum (That’s what your eyes tell me)
That's what your eyes tell me
So fuck me, I’m fucking scum
Surviving and thriving like scum
You don’t decide
Who I am, what I am, what I can be
Pretentious and out of phase
Guess what’s next
The free world ends up like me
No possibilities
Empty pockets with an appetite for empathy
No appetite for apathy
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2. |
Foes - Dog Catcher
02:46
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I’m home from my walkabout
I’d settle down, if the world was down
Stupidity is relentless
The selfish defend it
While my mind condemns it
Locked in (Locked in)
I’m locked in (I’m locked in)
You’re locked in (You’re locked in)
We’re locked in
Give me the key
(On repeat)
Redundant motion
(On repeat)
Redundant motion
(On repeat)
Redundant motion
Cursed by your existence
Waiting for life to end
Human kind advances
The howling call of man
I want to wander the earth
Why won’t you let me
Stray dog (Tied down)
Mind starts to wander
My head in the earth
My feet in the dirt
Hands empty of worth
In a future that’s cursed
My head full of dirt
Hands empty of worth
A future that’s cursed
Just an animal walking the streets
Concrete, concrete doesn’t sleep
Empty pockets drained by elites
And a shallow head, wishing for sleep
No peace (No peace)
No reprise (No reprise)
No hope (No hope)
Until we all arise
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3. |
Heated - Immune Leap
03:29
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Everywhere I look
I see the violent hand
Choking us
Executing them
And we trust these people with our lives
And they profit off us and our lives
Nothing simple
Nothing earned
Nothing worthy
Nothing learned
Always working
Always bored
Always searching for something more
Now you’re feeling your entire body breaking down
Torn apart by every single sight by every single sound
Your entire family is questioning your worth
Can you do it better
Can you increase what you earn
Or will you just fucking die
Everywhere I look
I see the violent hand
Choking us
Executing them
And we trust these people with our lives
And they profit of us and our lives
This is not hyperbole
What do you think is happening
You go to work all day, for what
You’ve been convinced to align yourself
With a number and a badge
You’ve been convinced this is all we were
And all we will ever have
No movement towards some progress
Or some enlightenment or rest
It may sound like a cliché
But none of this is for the best
Everywhere we look
We’re dying in the streets
Dying our homes from something they could treat
If it feels wrong, that’s because it is
This socially constructed prison that we are living in
It’s everywhere we look
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4. |
Heated - Doom Feed
02:57
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Early boarding, overloading
Announce arrival, check the temp
Flying home for the winter
Table set for the dinner
The relationship splintered over a homemade roast
This is not the time nor place or an ideal situation to say this
Bite your tongue please
Won’t you pass the plate please
Look at how beautiful this is
Nothing could ever be so realistic
Don’t be idealistic, get real
Mind your manners
Hold hands for the chant sir
Close your eyes and about half your heart
Going through it
Concentrated
Focused on it
Cannot will it
Is that enough, have you had enough
You forgot to mention how you’re doing
On the surface
We could go back and forth
Telling the same lies
We could go in and out of each other’s lives
Lock the door
Unlock it
Close the blinds
We are so obviously all collectively out of our fucking minds
Feel the fingers fidget
Feel the muscles tense
Feel the body shaking
Make the jaw unclench
Is this not what you asked for
I have the specifics of the plane on the dashboard
We can’t escape it this time
We used up all our free time
Not at all depicting the true essence of boredom
Not at all resurrecting this familial dungeon
Flying home for the spring now
Another year defeated
This mindset so poisonous
All emotion always fleeting
Sizing up myself and looking in the mirror
I wonder if I’ll know how to do it better this time
I can feel it heating up
I can feel it boil, I feel it heating
My blood, it boils
This is a home
I slowly close the door behind myself
And sit down inside the living room by myself
I’ve quit knowing all of you
Reaching out
For what
If you want another statement
I’ve got none
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