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Traditions
02:08
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This shit started fucked.
That’s right, lowlifes.
You can only speak of progress cause the start never added up.
We were born at least,
2/5ths too short.
Now, it's 200 years later and you’re still talking luck? After 200 fucking years, you’re still…
Sit down, shut up.
Listen the fuck up.
Say it with me now.
We fucked up.
Own it, live it.
Pour your soul in it.
But don’t you dare deny the truth of it.
For far too fucking long, we’ve collected ghosts.
Like fratfucks with tiki torches and idiots in sheets.
Too afraid of our failures, we get this bullshit disease.
You try to blame the symptoms, but on our excuses it feeds.
Sit down, shut up.
Listen the fuck up.
Say it with me now.
We fucked up.
Own it, live it.
Pour your soul in it.
But don’t you dare deny the truth of it.
Say it with me now,
WE FUCKED UP!
WE FUCKED UP!
WE FUCKED UP!
We fucked up.
This is the American traditions of fuck-ups, W
here we refuse to admit,
WE! FUCKED! UP!
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Souvenirs
01:38
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Pushing forward, looking back.
Blindsided by your memories.
You’re so fucking desperate,
Your promises come cheap.
Red and white souvenirs.
Blue televisions screens.
Nostalgia dulls the senses,
It's no wonder you can’t see.
Millions sold false hopes, wet dreams,
And wild fantasies,
That today (TODAY),
Today was worse than yesterday could be.
Now we’re all dying in a land of has-beens.
From the time, That never was!
Tomorrow’s fucked, Tomorrow's fucked, Tomorrow's fucked.
WAKE THE FUCK UP!
You’ve closed your eyes so long,
You think that your life’s been scrapped,
But if it’s facts over feelings,
You just failed to adapt.
Like a knuckle dragging caveman,
You can’t seem to grasp.
No one has a future if all you want,
All you want is the past.
We are all dying in the land of has-beens
From the time, That never was.
TOMORROW'S FUCKED!
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Gallows
01:45
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Gimmie the hammer, I know where the nails go.
I’ll take the platforms and make them gallows.
No one should suffer such bullshit, and we won’t.
They’re gonna swing by every word… they have spoke.
They can pick their facts, but we know the fucking truth…they got…
No mind to lead, (NO HEART TO FOLLOW)!
No mind to lead, (NO HEART)!
No mind to lead, (NO HEART TO FOLLOW)!
No mind to lead, (NO HEART)!
NO FUCKING HEART!
Who need’s a noose when their tongues make fine rope.
They looked to cash in, they got their necks broke.
Pick up a mic, let’em know that we know.
There’s gonna be a price for all the shit…they have sold.
They can pick their facts, but we know the fucking truth
It’s time that they choke on the bile that they spew…they got...
No mind to lead, (NO HEART TO FOLLOW)!
No mind to lead, (NO HEART)!
No mind to lead, (NO HEART TO FOLLOW)!
No mind to lead, (NO HEART)!
No mind to lead.
No heart to follow.
NO FUCKING HEART!
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4. |
Atlas
02:56
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You walk like you’re Atlas.
With burden that’s endless.
A struggle so real it speaks,
“I have all the answers”.
And I used to watch in awe.
Jealous of, your strength.
Then, I saw you shrug,
And I stood in disbelief.
You’re less than mortal.
Rotten flesh, hollow bone.
While we shouldered our guilt you preached,
And demanded we atone.
You demanded we…atone.
For what?
Who fucking knows?
Cause you gutted the world.
So, it would be no weight on your back.
But with no pressure to live up,
Your ideal is just an act.
A con of the conscious.
A damn near perfect crime.
We are all born suckers,
You became a parasite.
You...became a parasite.
And you...you bled us dry!
YOU BLED US!
YOU BLED US!
YOU BLED US!
YOU BLED US DRY!
Go ahead and pretend,
You’re some self-made god.
When you’re crushed under your bullshit,
It’ll be clear what you’re not.
It’ll be clear…that…you are not.
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5. |
16810
03:15
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She was born,
Hell bent,
Heavy footed, loud mouthed without an ounce of give.
A poster child for post pubescent teenage tropes.
Caught up in a landslide of zero fucks and fewer hopes.
Step wrong catch,
A fist.
She learned quick, strength and power are different tricks.
So she trains, she trains for everything.
The first is the con that no, doesn’t mean what it always means.
“Eyes down, dress right” he said.
“Outside’s not safe at night.”
She laughed, why speak?
He’s proved he can’t understand.
Nowhere’s truly safe.
Not school, not work, not bars, not church, not home,
Not even her own fucking bed.
She’s 1 of 6 and 8 of 10.
1 of 6 and 8 of 10.
She said, “That’s it!
I am fucking done!
I don’t know when I learned it,
But I can’t sit here and hold my tongue.
You claim to know how the world works,
That I need your rules, your clothes, your guns.
But the numbers forced up on me tell me
You have no idea what's going on.”
The numbers forced up on her tell her that
you have no idea what is going on.
She’s 1 of 6 and 8 of 10, 1 of 6 and 8 of 10
Until you demand more, Until you demand more.
She’s 1 of 6 and 8 of 10, 1of 6 and 8 of 10
Until you demand more, (FROM YOURSELF)!
Until you demand more, (FROM YOUR FRIENDS)!
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6. |
Leather Jackets
02:17
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I remember our black leather jackets.
I remember the way you’d sing Beat on the Brat.
As if the bat were meant for, as if the bat were meant for me.
I remember the soundtrack of my youth became
The background music to your strife.
I remember when you wanted to live,
I remember, I remember,
I remember when you wanted to live your life.
You said, “Some hells you face, some heavens you fake.
But we’ll never run.
Like it or not, this is our lot and I’m
I’m far from done.”
You put down that barrel.
You put down that gun.
you put down that barrel.
You put down that gun.
I thought, I thought, I thought.
Then, that morning came and it was clear who was the fool.
It took me 20 fucking years to accept a simple fucking truth.
It was buried deep inside your voice as you struggled to admit,
That you could never win the fight, only see the battle through.
Now I know, you can share the same story, grow up in the same room.
You can sing the same songs, fear the same doom.
But I can’t, I can’t help no one the moment that I refuse.
That you, you are not me and I, I am not you.
I am not you, I am not you,
I AM NOT YOU!
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7. |
Old Colossus
02:33
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Johnny do you hear that,
Beneath your rifles roar?
Something sounds so strange since you
Set out on this war.
I swear I hear the state house,
Its bell strikes with such force.
There's no way you can’t hear them
Down at the southern shores.
It rings like a gunshot!
It rings like cage doors!
It rings with every flicker,
Every flicker, of her torch!
It rings like a death toll we should have heard before.
It rings to let us know what was isn’t any more.
IT RINGS!
Let it ring, let it ring, let it ring, Let it ring.
What's left to defend,
When were afraid of,
People throwing rocks,
More than tyrants casting stones.
Let it ring! (RING)!
Ring like hell.
Johnny can you hear me?
No one’s coming home!
The place you left is no longer the place,
You had known.
The harbor here is empty.
Your mother exiled by her own.
The state house bell is striking slow.
The state house bell is striking slow.
LET IT RING!
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