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Warning
02:23
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Paranoia,
I wish I had eyes on the back of my head.
We all know how it feels,
To watch someone milking an image just for the appeal,
Constantly gathering gazes to the back of the room,
With something to prove.
What are you trying to prove?
You got something to prove?
Ridicule to rule.
You're picking a fight with a fly on the wall,
Kick out the step-stool.
Ridicule to rule.
Put your foot in your goddamn mouth,
You really think you're cool?
You really think you're cool?
The world still doesn't revolve around you,
Attention whore in a forgotten fucking,
Room full of sheep, like-minded meat.
Collapse to the cold unforgiving concrete,
And when there's no one left to pick you back up off your feet.
I think you're messin' with the wrong kind of people,
But now they're fucking with you.
They'll cut you up if you've got something to prove.
Listen to me,
This is your first and final fucking warning,
Maybe you'll end up dead in the morning.
Maybe you'll end up fucking dead by the morning.
Worthless condescending coverup of commonality,
Losing all your friends because of your lack of personality
So take it out,
On your fucking self.
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2. |
Deprived
02:01
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Frail,
Emaciate myself,
I can't avoid creating this hole I call hell.
With all the pressure I put on myself,
I can't avoid creating this hole I call hell.
This hypocrisy has never tasted so bitter-sweet.
I'm still getting caught up
In my old selfish ways again and,
I refuse to follow blindly,
But I'm reduced to what's left inside of me.
Give me room to breathe.
With all the pressure I put on myself,
I can't avoid creating this hell for myself.
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3. |
Depraved
02:43
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My body dissipates,
Ceaselessly wastes away.
It's this reality I've come to expect,
So reluctantly.
Shutting out the light within,
Giving up and giving in,
Going nowhere once again and,
All my friends are fucking dead.
Faced with my own dissonance,
Burned into my father's calloused hands.
Trapped inside my head and,
All my friends are fucking dead.
I've come to realize,
realize that,
After all of this shit,
I'm giving up everything to get back.
On the right side of town,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
I'm giving up everything to get back.
I'm giving up everything to get back.
I've come to realize,
Realize that,
After all of this shit,
I've failed myself again.
My body wastes away,
Ceaselessly dissipates,
Ain't got no self-respect,
I'm giving up everything to get back.
On the right side of town,
From the wrong side of the tracks.
I'm giving up everything to get back.
I'm giving up everything to get back.
And I'm trying to figure out what will keep me sane
'Cause I can't live like this every
Day of, my life, I sacrifice,
Every single second, I waste,
I can't look myself in the face
I hope for escape,
Ameliorate.
Sell yourself,
and sell your souls,
Stand in line and do as you're fucking told.
I'm giving up everything to get back.
I'm giving up everything to get back.
I'm giving up everything to get back.
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4. |
Dead Tongues
02:46
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Growing up is a damned disease
Everyone is impossible to please,
And I'll scream for eternity,
'Til I'm satisfied, with all these lies,
That fill my head,
Unsung and unsaid.
Still stuck in the same routine,
Still so sick empty with the same dead dreams.
To the deprived and the depraved,
To the profound and the profane,
I'm buckling under this pressure,
And I'm the only one to blame.
Time after time,
I try to make up my mind,
But indecision has played the biggest part in my life.
Do you remember, back when life was so much easier?
We only lived for today, tomorrow wasn't for sure.
I just wish we could go back to life was so much simpler.
It's hard to breathe with these empty lungs.
Minds full of false hope and dead tongues.
Minds full of false hope and dead tongues.
Minds full of false hope and dead tongues.
Minds full of false hope and dead tongues.
Minds full of FALSE HOPE,
& DEAD TONGUES.
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5. |
Recollections
03:10
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Governing the death of healing,
Aiming all my hate at the tyrant's head,
Dictating our fate so we'll end up dead in the end,
Just like your enemy, your family and friends,
Pushing all these pointless pills on which we all depend.
Everything I thought was wrong,
Turned out to be the truth in the end.
Desolated and misled,
Cancerous contusions spread.
Call me obsessive compulsive,
I'm sick and repulsed by these pulses inside of my head.
This ain't the hardest pill to swallow,
I've begged and borrowed,
But I'm sick and repulsed by these pulses inside of my head.
Like your enemy, your family and friends,
Pushing all these pointless pills on which we all depend.
I've tried so hard, to fix this connection.
Resuscitation of a population,
Fuelled by hatred,
With a twisted sense of motivation,
It doesn't help that I'm crippled with my own frustration
I can't take this anymore.
I can't fucking handle,
The system that has failed us.
Tell me how to live, teach my how to die,
Get back what you give, get back what you get.
Tell me how to live, teach my how to die,
Get back what you give, get back what you get.
We're continually force-fed silver-lined lies,
Disillusioned clouded minds,
When happiness is so hard to fucking find.
We're continually force-fed silver-lined lies,
Disillusioned clouded minds,
When happiness is so hard to fucking find.
Ignorance is only for the blind.
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6. |
Cyanide Eyes
02:54
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Don't forget to breathe,
Watch me while I sleep,
And I'll watch you reject every single word,
Carelessly.
Fight back my name as a reason,
Don't let it slip off the tip of your tongue.
You call us the blind, dead generation,
But you're the ones who've sewn our eyes shut.
I'm still holding it back,
Fuck every word,
I'm about to react carelessly.
Carelessly.
Every time that I turn a blind eye,
Change your mind change your thoughts for no reason.
You're a puppet to what is the problem,
So solve them,
Don't act like you're not involved when...
I'm the only one seeing it all firsthand,
And you're still washing the blood off of yours,
Our sons and daughters shaped from your master plan,
Are now martyrs to god.
I'm getting sick of this,
I'm fucking sick of your actions,
Why are you testing me for a reaction?
You ask if I understand,
But when I get to speak up,
You can't comprehend.
Open up my skin, I'll let you in,
before I cauterize.
I've been here waiting patiently,
To taste my eyes of cyanide.
Open up my skin and I'll let you in,
before I cauterize.
I'm waiting patiently,
But my eyes...
Make it hard to decide if it's worth it,
To force myself to drag my heels through all of this.
I'll drag them through your grave.
When I could get back and,
Give you a taste of all your waste of words,
But I can only react with,
EYES OF CYANIDE.
What if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you?
What if I put you through everything you fucking put me through?
What does it take?
What if it happened to you?
It happened to me.
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7. |
Dispatch
03:14
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Somethings not right about this day
And I'm scared that the worst has yet to come,
And I try to calm myself down,
But somethings not right, no somethings not right,
But there's always more.
You're imagining things.
You shouldn't have a care in the world.
Oh my god, this cannot be real.
40 miles down the road we've got a hurt little girl.
Calling every unit to the scene of the accident,
Better make it quick,
Cause she doesn't have much longer to live.
So I grabbed my badge and gun,
And I made my way for town.
There's no telling what condition that she's in now.
And I ask myself how I'm supposed,
To tell her father if she's dead,
But I see that car is mine,
And my daughter on her back.
Oh my god, this can't be real.
So much blood, and I cannot,
Feel my body anymore,
What was once my daughter,
Is just chunks of flesh and bone.
And the tears run down my face,
As I run to my girl and try to stop the blood.
Years gone by that I took for granted.
My life is flashing before my eyes.
Now I'm counting the seconds,
As they turn into days.
But I've been through the highs and the lows,
And I just can't accept or erase..
This can't be real.
I cannot feel my body anymore,
What was once my daughter,
Is just chunks of flesh and bone.
And the tears run down my face,
As I run to my girl and try to stop the blood.
Years gone by that I took for granted.
My life is flashing before my eyes.
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As We Break Woodstock, Ontario
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