1. |
Give Up
00:37
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Same old failures, same old songs,
Where the fuck did I go wrong?
I would try to run, but
there is no escaping from myself.
My life's a waste and I'm to blame.
Write on my gravestone 'what a shame'.
I try, I try, I try, but it's always never enough.
Praying for a reason not to give up.
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2. |
Growing Up, Growing Cold
01:45
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It all happens so fast, before you even know,
I'm just hoping for that feeling from years ago.
You say I'm growing up? Well, I'm just growing cold.
Jaded well before I'm 25 years old.
Go from 'change the world' to 'play it safe'
It's so easy to get led astray.
Punching clocks and reading screens,
Is this how it's supposed to be?
The allure of getting by,
we leave our dreams, deferred to die.
We've become resigned to fate,
I can only hope it's not too late.
It's bearing down so hard until it makes us plead,
"Just leave me here to die, oh please just leave me be."
The walls are closing in, there's hardly room to stand,
no bargaining will satisfy its demands.
Go from 'change the world' to 'play it safe'
It's so easy to get led astray.
Punching clocks and reading screens,
Is this how it's supposed to be?
The allure of getting by,
we leave our dreams, deferred to die.
We've become resigned to fate,
I can only hope it's not too late.
Open my heart to a new way.
Keep me looking for better days.
Open my heart to a new way.
Keep me living for better days.
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3. |
Salt The Earth
01:04
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I doubt myself, my will's not strong,
you've preyed on me for far too long.
You were supposed to guide,
not overlook and undermine.
I fake a smile and shake your hand,
and swallow the small pride I have.
I don't want to lose who I am,
It's time I take a fucking stand.
If you don't show me respect,
don't expect to get any in return.
I'm making this a modern day Carthage.
Level the City, and salt the Earth.
Salt the Earth.
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4. |
Strike
02:29
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The feeling wells inside me, a rage that clouds my mind.
Just loops of thoughts of how to die.
The failures and the worthlessness I can't seem to shake
is all I feel, and so I strike.
Try to derail the spiral down,
so much self hate I could drown.
Gasping for the breath that never comes.
Impending Apocalypse,
going down the with a sinking ship.
Gasping for the breath that never comes.
The feeling wells inside me, a rage that clouds my mind.
Just loops of thoughts of how to die.
The failures and the worthlessness I can't seem to shake
is all I feel, and so I strike.
I strike.
I strike, I strike, I strike, I strike, I strike.
I need to quiet the hate inside my mind.
If it lasts much longer I don't know how I'll stay alive.
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5. |
Lighting Matches
00:27
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Endless war, taking more,
humanity goes ignored.
There's only so much I can take.
Genocide, constant lies,
wait for daylight, we're still in the night.
Give me the strength to live
long enough to see you fall.
Add fuel to your Empire,
light a match and burn it all.
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6. |
Never Be One
01:05
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Looking in the mirror
just to see you looking back.
Wishing every time I speak
to not fall down that broken track.
Dead and gone, yet you exist.
Wish I believed in exorcists.
They give me praise, but they don't see,
I'd never want you proud of me.
Opening my mouth
just to hear you in my voice.
It doesn't have to be like this,
I gotta have, I gotta have a choice.
We will never be One.
I'm trying to bury that part of me,
that part of you.
We will never be One, we will never be One.
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7. |
In These Dysphoric Times
02:16
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Trying to find
a way to live with myself.
How much change can you want,
before you're wishing to be someone else?
Living in certain uncertainty.
This can't be me, this can't be me.
No belonging or community.
This can't be me, this can't be me.
In giving birth to my rage,
in these dysphoric times,
I'm searching for light in instability.
My rage will give rebirth to me.
And every hour
is just more wasted time.
But it's hard to see any point,
I feel like life has left me behind.
Living in certain uncertainty.
This can't be me, this can't be me.
What is it like to have identity?
This can't be me, this can't be me.
In giving birth to my rage,
in these dysphoric times,
I'm searching for light in instability.
My rage will give rebirth to me.
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8. |
The Living Dead
02:35
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The Living Dead, we're crossing states
in search of something more.
But in the end, I'm wondering
just what am I here for?
Keep hoping I'll find a place
where I won't feel so numb.
Keep waiting for the sun to rise
but it never, but it never comes.
The emptiness and disconnect that you feel at home,
it follows you that much stronger on the road.
Haunting conversations
and eavesdropping on my own life.
I wanted this to save me.
But at this point there doesn't seem to be an end in sight.
God please give me a sign
that I should stay alive,
I'm feeling so hopeless these days,
is it always going to be this way?
It doesn't always have to be this way.
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A Constant Refrain Berkeley, California
Hardcore for those who don't want to stay posi
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