1. |
Negative
03:24
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I was born without the wherewithal.
You had a great day, I use my time to stall.
I never got that much from laying around,
at least it's comfortable.
When I was young I took a little pill.
Hiking the dosage up and keeping me down.
The pharmaceutical clowns.
They said I'm strong enough to conquer the world,
but I don't think I concur.
The way I live now my Mom would be ashamed.
She raised me right but I think something has changed.
I've got skeletons tucked under my bed,
because my closet's a mess.
I'm always looking for the cheaper thrills.
I'll get us there in my fucked up wheels.
We'll be swaying to the beat and the sounds,
and we'll get lost in the crowd.
It feels like I'm standing up on top of the world,
and never needed a girl.
Who says I'm strong enough to conquer the world,
'cause I don't think I concur.
Some say I need some self-respect.
I'm getting there but it ain't happening yet.
I've got my mind set on one thing at a time.
Setting your pace ain't no crime.
A wasted day is just an eighth away.
I've got no pride, I've misplaced my shame!
I've always said I ain't afraid of my fate,
in fact don't think I can wait!
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2. |
AF5
03:54
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Lips closed, not sure what to say.
Lips move, inviting me to stay.
You make a game I don't want to play.
Under your skin I'll have it made.
Work our lives into these situations,
lie to ourselves say we're just on vacation.
Ask me 'bout these highs I'm chasing,
but I can't hear you I'm too busy fading.
If I can forget, then what's there to love?
One flick away from being above,
the noise. Oh, the silence
keeps me drowning at least I'm smiling
Work our lives into these situations,
lie to ourselves say we're just on vacation.
Ask me 'bout these highs I'm chasing,
but I can't hear you I'm already wasted!
Can't regret what I forget (x4)
Can't regret what I forget, light me up
I'll burn you down another cigarette (x4)
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3. |
Noise
01:13
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4. |
Puppeteers
03:21
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Ain't it funny how you think that I will change
for the human race.
Want to keep my mouth shut
tuck every secret in its place.
When it gets too deep
I won't bottle it up in needles and pills.
A Holy Bible, Koran test my strength,
I'll test your faith.
Don't be surprised one day to find,
my crosshairs set on your saints.
Am I
just sinners at bay,
longing for a judgement day
When I make the run,
and wash it all down the drain.
Hey hey hey hey,
you didn't see this in me.
I probably didn't either,
Just cause I fear the reaper,
doesn't make me a believer.
I look out in the world today,
seems we all got something to praise.
Some look to the man above,
others meet him in the alleyway.
Our puppeteers, they play their games.
We follow through, they pull our strings.
Cause they want what we got.
They want what we got.
They want what we got.
They want it all.
Are we,
just sinners at bay,
longing for a judgement day.
Whe I make the run,
and wash it all down the drain.
Hey hey hey hey
You didn't see this but we,
we probably didn't either.
Just cause we fear the reaper,
doesn't make us believers.
We're intertwined with cords and ties.
Choosing the ones that bind.
Don't think that these puppeteers,
will make you feel alive.
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5. |
Flogsta
03:31
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11:48 with a need for Novocain.
Not a single thing to say on a Sunday.
I got no style, got no powers.
Til' midnight comes, I've got no pals.
With some old records but no chords
to play them loud.
You pick the left, you pick the right.
You've got half the world to fight.
You can speak your piece to me,
but I won't take a side.
The medium has changed,
but mischief always finds a way.
I need a pep-talk 'cause yesterday,
was a Sunday.
I've got the noise, I've got beats.
I see kids tearing up the streets.
The prescription for your condition
makes you weak.
You pick the left, you pick the right.
You've got half the world to fight.
You can speak your piece to me,
but I won't take a side.
I've got some misinformation.
And I've got it all in droves.
If I can't change the station,
I'll turn that shit off and put in headphones.
You pick the left, you pick the right.
You've got half the world to fight.
You can speak your piece to me,
but I won't take a side.
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6. |
Harder Time
03:30
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It's been ten straight years,
since I got caught up in you.
Summer of June,
when the roses bloom.
Hand in hand in the back of a car,
with troubles of the absolute.
Who would have knew,
We'd get out so soon?
I find myself having a harder time,
coping with a normal life
letting go of good friends of mine.
Cause every single summer,
every single lover has got me
coming back to
YOU YOU YOU
My mind starts to wander,
and focus on the others.
I find myself with nothing to do,
myself with nothing to do!
They tell me I get a second chance.
Because I skipped death, it's obvious
the past is creeping back to me.
It was worth it but it sure as shit
ain't cheap. If you wanna run from the police
you better know just where you wanna be.
It's not the destination,
it's the setting plan
Since I don't understand,
I'll just say-
Fuck the man, the man, the man.
I find myself
having a harder time,
coping with a normal life
coping with a normal life. (x2)
I find myself having a harder time,
coping with a normal life
and these harder times.
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Noise Resort Colorado Springs, Colorado
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