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Void
02:06
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We choke the dignity out of one another
Now we’re all drowning in the swamp
Since when is ignorance the measure of success?
We used to see the light in any situation
But now the clouds blacken the sun
I hope your aspirations glow in the dark
To be completely honest...
I haven’t thought about it…
But you raise a very interesting point...
It's hard to think with a hole in your head
Void
I’m completely void
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CIA A-OK
02:55
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When I watch TV, there’s someone watching me
I can feel the channel change
No matter what you do, they’ve got eyes on you
Tin hats for the fashion forward
CIA A-OK in my microwave please beep when the popcorn’s done
Where do I rate with enemies of state?
Lock me up if you’re paranoid
I’ve been a good little boy
I pray to the American Jesus
I’ve got nothing to hide
Let the cold war chill until it’s frozen
Are they reading my mind? Are they tappin’ my lines?
Do they think I’m idiot?
Who’s got the codes? And are we gonna explode?
Lobotomized by misinformation
If they put me away after Labor Day, what color is the straight jacket?
Do they plug the leaks when the Emperor speaks?
Or are they "Putin" him on?
C-I-A-O-K, Somebody’s watching me!
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Dany
02:48
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Assembled a legion of vagabonds
virgin, violent, and just
All together now - heavy is the crown of liberation
All together now - heavy is the crown of expectation
Dany can’t restrain her sons
They’re delinquents
A mother cleverly withdrawn
Had a flare for the melodramatic
Her gumption inspired intellectuals
Bonded by motive not blood
All together now - heavy is the crown of affirmation
All together now - heavy is the crown of aspiration
She’s never felt alone
She never feels anything anymore
She’s waited for her coronation
She’s waiting for her kingdom to come
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The songs of dead rock stars fill the air
Their voices echo off of the skyscrapers
And the streets reverberate with faint applause
Tattooed brick and shadows from the decades lost
Long ago we lost our ability
To distinguish nostalgia from authenticity
What we do now has been done a thousand times before
Clothes that make the mannequin we abhor
Where are they now?
And what have we done?
When there’s a voice for every taste
The underground is commonplace
The songs of dead rock stars bleach the air
Spun by robot jockeys with tired ears
The disenfranchised youth have all gone grey
and casually accepted their society
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5. |
Ticker Tape Charade
02:38
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Trust in god, trust in country
Trust in trust funds from your daddy
Kill the king and crash the party
The smell of money makes them horny
Gilded kingdom, Coppertoner
Silicon for every boner
Kissing babies, kissing asses
Celebrate the xenophobic masses
You know I gotta reputation
Hey motherfucker!
I just need the validation
Guns are good, guns are great
Let’s unify the church and state!
Tax the poor and nuke the sick
Isolate them brick by brick
Lemmings come, illegals go
Racial tension equals votes
Raise the flag to start a fight
and crucify our civil rights
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Dimwit
02:45
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The virus inside is bleeding me dry
I’m imploding
Circuits are crossed
Memory lost and overloading
I wanna know if you’re feeling me tonight
I wanna know if I’m just your alibi
I’m a dimwit and this is social suicide
Yeah, I’m dimwit - I’m not very bright
Computer says no, enter the code
To disarm it
The ease of release
To spread the disease is alarming
The absolute autonomy is all that breaks the same routine
The patriarch anxiety is all that makes me interesting
I wanna know if you’re feeling me tonight
I wanna know if I’m just your alibi
I’m a dimwit and this is social suicide
Yeah, I’m a dimit - I’m already dead inside
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7. |
Everyone Deserves a Beer
02:49
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Let it out!
Let’s get loud!
I could face the truth, but I lie through my teeth
I love the misdirection of deception
Emotion has no consequence when you’re dead behind the eyes
and everyone deserves a beer
Let it out!
Let’s get loud!
Light the fuse...
Light the fuse and run
Tap the powder keg...
Matches for everyone
You can’t touch the bottom without tasting the top
Celebrate the freedom of failure
Shackle your excitement and embrace your competition
Because everyone deserves a beer
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LOL
02:44
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Too late for a tourniquet
Devastation imminent
The red and blue have all bled out
When our right to fight is compromised
Wiretap the party lines
The emperor is paranoid as hell
Somewhere
The robots and the lunatics
Are satisfied to watch the city melt
I don’t care
Dancing in the fallout
will spawn a better version of myself
I faked my own death
To spend the day in bed
I don’t care
Dancing in the fallout
will spawn a better version of myself
Somewhere
The robots and the lunatics
Are satisfied to watch the city melt
The emperor is paranoid
Wiretap the party lines
Kill em all! Let god sort it out
The red and blue are undermined
Take a stand, don’t stand in line
A house divided collapses on itself
I don't care!
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Executive Order
02:14
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10. |
Get Faster
03:21
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I’ve seen the end of days
A platform of impending disaster
Frustrated, overwhelmed
A little bombast will get it done faster
When will our voices rise as one?
To bury the dictator and hang him from the wall he had built
I heard the preacher claim
Jesus said that he was the answer
Tighten the bible belt
Just have faith he’ll get it done faster
When will our voices rise as one?
To bury the demigod and hang him from the wall he had built
Do they believe in the tyrants that they hide behind?
Who will be the sacrifice?
Autocrat or anti-christ?
I've seen the end of days
A prophecy of impending disaster
Frustrated, overwhelmed
A little bombast will get it done faster
Get Faster
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Shadows wash away
A faded shade of grey
He was born the perfect form
of the All-American boy
Hopes and dreams of silver screens
and knocking it out of the park
Villain of the play
Angst is hardly hate
He was born the perfect form
of the All-American boy
Hopes and dreams of silver screens
And knocking it out of the park
The gravy train won’t leave the gate
If you don’t want to pay the fare
Can’t remain a Hollywood saint
If the box office isn’t there
The night of a thousand Afflecks!
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Pull My Finger
03:38
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Suspicious of the sane
A line in the sand changes with the wind
Who’s got the broken brain?
Out of step with the rank and file
Lost in cyberspace
A meat puppet searching for a friend
Never act your age
Or all your dreams will end as nightmares
Scuttlebutt
It’s such trip
Pull my finger
And let ‘er rip!
You can write the epitaph on the coffee can that carries your ashes
But don't trust anymore
They might flush you down the toilet
And when you die the world won't mind
It’ll just keep spinning without you
It’s time to rattle the cage
A penny-farthing for your thoughts
Plug in to disengage
Out of sight and out of my mind
Lost in cyberspace
A meat puppet searching for a friend
I am the digital age
And all your dreams will end as nightmares
Rest on laurels, fatal flaws
rehearsed mass hysteria
The truth is somewhere buried in the code
Of the anti-social media
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