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Instrumental
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2. |
Fight Song
04:40
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It's all fun and
games when someone
gets hurt.
Stuffed shirt.
On the alert.
Le puttane sono nelle strade dopo mezzanotte,
la polizia vuole i nostro sangue,
i criminali sanno che le puttane hanno,
e vogliono aiuta ci, per un po' di soldi.
Tonight,
we fight.
I said
I'm alright.
I want peace, m*********r, but I don't have time.
Every day there's a hundred thousand people out there trying,
and I’m waiting my turn, while I'm busting my rhymes.
I ain’t got no money, mister can you spare a dime?
'Cause I owe my debts to Uncle Sam.
Tough man, G*d damn.
I'm stuck like this, baby this is what I am.
You're the sweetest guy I ever met.
Tell me what you won't regret.
Hold me closer baby what you see is what you get.
Chances are you're dressed to kill. Shame you have no one around. Midnight blows.
Chances are you're dressed to nap. Shame you had too much caffeine. Fuck this shit.
I don’t know
what you won't show.
What now? Don't go.
You're out solo.
Why is music
made for the mass?
Fuck this business,
we get paid less.
If you don't know, I won't give up cause I'm not a prostitute
If you don't know, I won't give up cause I'm not a criminal
If you don't know, I won't give up cause I'm not an officer
If you don't know, I won't give up cause I'm not a fugitive.
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3. |
Chairapy
03:26
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Screw a smile
on my face.
Waiting for a
real embrace.
All these people
stop to stare
at the girl who's
in the chair.
Nobody cares.
I've been here before.
When nobody's there
while I'm on the floor.
Mirror, mirror
on the wall,
who's the worst off
of us all?
Working daily
to get by.
Vent on a couch
to get high.
Tell my brother
how he's been.
Tell my sister
“Don't give in.”
Tell my mother
I'm not well.
Tell my father
“Go to hell.”
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4. |
dB
04:16
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Last page,
last thought.
Did you get
what you want?
Last word,
last phrase.
This time,
it's a phase.
Five years and you expect to know me,
but you don’t understand, I’ve lost my normalcy.
Speak a little louder so I can follow your advice.
Two-sixty weeks and you expect to know my worth,
but we’re living in a homunculus earth,
and nothing that you’ve ever said made me think twice.
You've become more understanding yet
you've become more demanding of me.
You've become more instrumental yet
you've become more temperamental towards me.
Last call,
last drink.
You can tell
I’m on the brink.
Last try,
last meds.
This time,
I’m on the edge.
Five years and you expect that I’m not weak,
and that a pill resurrected my normalcy,
but you can see I’m still alive.
Two-sixty weeks, you’ve only created a dearth,
but I’m still breathing on my homunculus earth.
I’ve been able to not die.
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5. |
Optimists
03:48
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I used to think that the glass was always half full,
but when I drank it, it was gone before I knew
(Optimists keep getting let down).
That glass was filled with a vile poison.
It went into my brain and now I have subdued
(Pessimists get pleasant surprises).
They say don't assume; its the root of all evil.
When people say these things you don't know what is true.
I should've listened, there's an undiscovered logic,
but now I'm stuck with this brain that has no clue.
If ignorance
is bliss, well then
I guess I should
put down this pen,
but I am gone
and so are you.
Honey, what else
am I supposed to do?
As time goes by I wonder if this was the right choice,
or if I jumped to a conclusion.
I fear the day when I finally know the answer.
My brain is caught in a sense of delusion.
Look at the real world, it is scarier than you know,
but you'll get used to the endless confusion.
If I'd expected less I'd fall a little softer.
If you can tell, I am making allusions.
Let's start this inquisition,
let's ruin all of their fun,
let's show them where they went wrong,
so we can still be in love.
Your mother cut your head off,
your father jumped the gun,
your sister tried to tell you,
your brother tried to run.
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6. |
Presently Absent
02:21
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I’m sorry I can’t be your partner in crime,
your perfect companion, your parallel line.
I’m sorry I can’t let you decide
what will become the rest of my life.
You know I love you,
and you know i love this,
but this has got to change.
You know I want to
and you know i want this
but nothing stays the same.
I’m sorry we can't be the two musketeers.
The back of your hand, the rest of our years.
I’m running just to say I’m moving.
I’m smiling just to make it through.
I’m changing, trying not to lose it.
I’m fading as our own truths turn into memories.
I’m sorry.
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7. |
Jungle
05:50
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Run,
hide.
Go
fly.
I
will
lose
my
mind.
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8. |
Social Fox Paws
03:25
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There’s a voice from in the cemetery.
I can’t stand.
A desperate calling.
There’s a pause within your heartbeat and it
makes me mad
that you don’t care at all.
They’ve silenced the masses
with seductive dances.
You can’t even hear our screams
under hypnotic melodies.
What is this but an institution?
What are we but a revolution?
We’ll sing about a new constitution,
we’ll bring about the resolution.
There’s a ringing sustained in my ear,
I break and bend
to make you happy.
There’s a longing here to disappear and
I can’t fend
for myself this time.
They’ve cancelled the airways
with unending stairways.
They won’t even let us breathe
‘cause it’d ruin their dream.
Make this real,
and don’t let go,
for I still fear
what I don’t know
Make this real,
and don't let go,
for i still fear
that fatal blow.
They’ve ended our cycle
with demonic psychos.
We can’t even say goodbye
to those who destroyed our lives.
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9. |
Emosewa
05:23
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Please stay.
Please go.
How are you doing?
‘Cause I don’t know.
No answer
to no question.
I resist giving facts
to fuel their obsession.
No explanation,
no excuse.
Worry your life away,
they just cut you loose.
Get over it,
get around it,
move through it,
move past it.
Suck it up,
pick the pieces up,
keep your mouth shut,
don’t fuck this up.
Don’t leave me,
I just wanted you to stay,
wanted your company,
though I had nothing to say.
There’s a line flashing at me,
though we've got nothing to say.
What is there to say to you
when we’ve been talking all day?
There's a line flashing at me,
though we've been talking all day.
What is there to say to you
When the only thing you have to say is ____?
You know it.
You’ve known it all along.
Don’t mind me being vague;
it’s for the sake of this song.
You know it.
You've known it all along.
Don’t mind me being crazed;
it’s for the sake of getting along.
Well I wanna be
in the pit or over it.
Either way I’m done with this shit.
It’s catching up to me and I’m pretty ready to quit.
There aren’t enough words to go around,
enough people to make new sounds,
enough there to make a statement,
enough in me in order to vent.
And sometimes I feel like I’m running a race.
The length is set but I’m setting the pace.
They think life is short but so am I.
I already know that it ends in a tie.
They think life is short but how would they know?
How can you tell how long before you go?
Everyone I knew kept falling
Everyone I knew stopped calling.
Every second of everyday
is a second I need in the worst way.
Everyone I knew stopped bawling
Everyone I knew stopped crawling.
Every word from every phrase
was a word I needed in the worst way.
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10. |
Element
06:25
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We will not,
we cannot
drift
away,
there's more
to say.
Hold on to this moment,
let go of these words.
Play it smart:
it falls apart,
‘cause there's power
in all these flaws.
Who can see
what to be?
Who can see?
Who can guess
to impress?
Who can guess?
And I won't stop running until I'm dead,
and I won't forget all the things you said,
‘cause my thoughts have vanished inside my head.
Now let's break it down to the element.
We won't get too far but we'll make a dent.
I ain’t got nothing to represent.
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