1. |
New Language
02:34
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Give up
Give up
It’s done
You lost
we won
Restart
Restart
Our turn
You walk
We run
Life’s too short to live it framed in crosshairs
Pull the trigger I promise I’m not scared.
It’s not making sense anymore:
The things we ask and the answers we accept
Gave us the words and told us what they meant
Decades in I still can’t make them connect
Come on
Come on
You’re smart
You want
It’s yours
Work hard
Go far
Your fault
Missed mark
Restart
There’s no reason for you to act so confused
Your seat at the table will be pulled up soon
It’s not making sense anymore:
The things we mind and the things that we neglect
Upward trends and promised life of success
I hope I’m wrong but I don’t think they’re correct
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2. |
Black Box
02:07
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Learned to love constant distraction
Ignore the view, prefer refraction
Fly your flag and pick your faction
Change the world just by inaction
Constant information drip
All of your life’s nuance stripped
Learn the paths and learn the patterns
And then tell me what really matters
Where you go you’ll go alone
You will reap what you have sown
Can’t explain what you’ve been shown
Nothing ever truly known
When your attention span is fractured
You become easy to capture
‘In the know’ through over stimulation
Keeps you prone to manipulation
Create perpetual resentment
Constant pain because you let them
Keep you stupid and complacent
Through experience replacement
A sunset you can never catch
An itch you can never scratch
A new world of muted tones
All is borrowed and nothing owned
This plan that you devised
To get behind my eyes
To get inside my mind
Never will but you still try
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3. |
One Million Copies Sold
03:20
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I wish I could make you understand
This was never promised land
Just a waiting room for us to stand
Until we meet our end
You took something that was free
And sold it back to me
And called it industry
And now I have to ask:
Why’d we make a weapon a tool?
I don’t know how to make you understand
Once it’s gone, it’s gone
You can buy anything you want
Except a second chance
I don’t want to be a headline
I don’t want to be a billboard
I don’t want be a piece of the puzzle
I never want to come face to face with a muzzle
Just put it down.
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4. |
Interval
01:04
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Sun came up again, no different from the last
I guess this is what it’s like to be addicted to the past
Suspended in freefall
Don’t wanna see how we land
I take no comfort in knowing that this is all as planned
No future
We got it all figured out
No future
And we’re not getting out
Day after day
Nothing’s changed
Same after same
And we’re all to blame
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5. |
Kudzu
02:11
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I watch you enjoy yourself as you destroy yourself
I must excuse myself from this thing we built that just won’t change
I just want to walk away from
Narcissism
Materialism
Sadism by algorithm
Walk in lockstep with the promise makers, it’s safe
That’s just not for me
Never wanted,
Never asked for,
Never fought for any of this
Never mattered
We were always
Victims of consequence
You can’t control yourself
You still console yourself
I must protect myself from the things you sell
It’s insane the things you expect from me
Far exceeded
What we needed
Never heeded the few that pleaded
When you worship yourself, why stop now?
Build more tracks for the train, ask for more of the same
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This mean joke that we’re born into
Where and when we cannot choose
Life is cruel but I’ll take its abuse
Because there are some things that I can’t ever lose
Space and time; so many things we don’t decide
I won’t ask why; as long as you’re in mine.
This mean joke that we’re born into
Where and when we cannot choose
But I wouldn’t ever ask to start brand new
And throw away the gift of knowing you
Gray and blues to golds and reds
Paradise in my head
I hope the days just never end
Comfortable in my eternal bed
Thinking back on what we did, what we said
Time with you is time well spent
I can’t believe I ever wanted to leave.
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7. |
Target Fixation
01:45
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And so it starts again
Cutting years off a life to add seconds to a day
I apologize my friend
I gotta go, I just can’t stay
In pursuit of change, new words on a page, new things to exchange
Impulse is not direction though it tries to find a way
Gotta get out
Perfect circle starts again
Do or do not
Perfect circle starts
I chose the sun
I chose light
I chose life
I chose to make more, not take away
I chose to restore, to stop the pain
I chose to-
I wanted more from being here
I wanted more from myself
I wanted more
I don’t think we ever felt the minutes the same
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I bled myself dry
Just to say I tried
Learned the hard way
There never was any picking sides
Just when you think you’re winning
That’s when the feeling sets in
Have to get away, but which way are you running?
Where were you when you found out help isn't coming?
I want to die for something.
I hope I die for something.
Tanks, guns, bombs, death
These are the ways we preserve life
Money, time, pleasure, pain,
These are the reasons for the wars we fight
Love, bonds, promise, life
These are the things that we just can’t buy
There’s one thing I’ll never say
And that’s that I wish I had more time
I want to die for something.
I will not die for nothing.
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