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Cutlass Is Dead
01:23
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it's been far too long
since i felt this blood
rush through my veins
washing away the fear
as instinct overrides all sense
and all i see is red
it's good to feel this enraged
because i've spent all my days
in this cage and the bars will
come down as i step on the stage
you're my enemy
you're my enemy
you're my enemy
i need a release
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2. |
Love Is
01:09
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there's a boy behind a desk
hating everything he is
who's praying something different
every single night
just like the boy who was raised
knowing he was second class,
on his knees beside his bed praying
that he'd wake up white
there's a boy behind a desk
with a collar and a robe
who sees sanctity in high-
definition black and white
and he doesn't care in which god's
house they're signing the cards,
but he'll shut it down if there
isn't a man and a wife
there's a boy behind a desk
writing laws in holy ink
with his foot on civil rights
in the interest of the clerics
blacks got equal rights
women go the vote
but god help him if he'll give
faggots the right to marry
love is love
hate is hate
outlaw the marriage of
the church and state
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3. |
Heaven's All Hype
01:35
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a layered oil painting made
centuries ago depicts the fall
of man on judgement day and
jesus on his throne.
the screams of quivering
bodies are thoughtlessly
ignored while the arch-angel
rears his blade and weighs
the value of the souls.
outside the epic imagery,
the symbolism's clear.
heavens right around the corner
if you live your life in fear.
a soldier of the church is a part
we're willed to play because we
all know a good war is where
the money can be made.
it's promised that a martyr's
life awaits the ones who give
their lives; these fucking kids
consent to death based on pious
fucking lies. an enemy of god
will surely raise the tithe;
and enemy of god will show
us wrong and right.
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4. |
Harsh Wees
01:05
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at the polar ends of this microcosm
they're either standing up for
sitting down
or turning their noses to the air
fucking sub-cultural worker ants
but as much as i loathe social
politics and the trivia that comes
with them, i can't quite find the
words to spend that would properly
condemn, because:
it still speaks to me,
louder than anything
through black and white
photocopied sheets
through nights on filthy
crowded floors, 800 miles from home
on the few days of my life that
i could call my own
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5. |
Hardbodies
00:30
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when it's too good to be true,
that's when it is
and i've just got to keep fighting
there's more than just this
keep fighting
keep smiling
time's moving
stop for a moment
and it rips right through you
… and i was waiting
just waiting
just hoping
that i would catch this moment
but waiting, is hopeless
and now it's fucking over
story of my fucking life
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6. |
Family Portraits
00:47
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you'd never guess behind
those dresses and ties
stood alcoholics and
battered wives
how did our parents
live through this?
no matter the sheets of
moral fabric we're force fed
we thrive off the same
things that we ignore
we thrive of the same things
that we ignore happening, we're doomed
we're doomed to stand like our
fathers and smile for the camera
"those who don't learn from
history are doped to repeat it"
so what the fuck was the point of
reading about elbow-greased struggles
under prairie skies, the good ol'
days, or the changing times?
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7. |
Violins
00:38
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if this is unity,
i'm calling a mutiny
all we're showing is that we'll
beat up kids who aren't in the scene
closed fists, hypocrites, is this
what you strive to be?
an exclusive social regime
i hope that you made the team
don't look twice
don't make the wrong move
because me and my friends
we like to beat up kids like you
if that's the message that we send
then i'm afraid for the shows
because if everyone's afraid
then nobody goes
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8. |
Fool's Gold
01:13
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this bureaucracy
yeah it gets to me
feels like i'm sitting
in a prison
while i'm free to leave
white washed dreams, so clean
dreams this distant
seem too voluntary
un-coerced
to question foolish schemed
now i've got to choose
can i trust these views?
now i've got to choose
one day soon, i'm told
we'll be much too old
to do anything but
fit the mould
feelings bought and sold
the whole world put
on hold
and that's what comfort's called
because we're controlled
this is nothing new,
because nothing's new
this is what you need
and this is what we need from you
this is getting old,
i know we've all been told
that growing up is necessary
and that we'd grow to learn
it's eating me alive
it's burning up inside us all
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9. |
Schindler's Fist
00:25
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if there's one thing that
gets on my nerves
it's some asshole telling
me that my best days are over
and there's nothing i can do
but sit back and watch
myself fall apart,
bitter.
old.
alone.
with nothing but contempt
for the world
what the fuck is wrong with just
living every day?
it's like i'm a fucking child,
as if i don't have a say,
i won't give everything i love,
for a life lived as a slave
i won't die in this city
i won't kill myself that way.
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10. |
Non-stop Party Wagon
01:09
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take cover in the fact you
fucking reap their reaction
use your petty fucking morals
to avoid the detraction
it's so easy to indulge
in that sense of satisfaction
you'll be frozen where you
stand when your infatuation
crumbles to dust…
oh i don't want to hear about
your twisted sense of pride
your ignorance, it's arrogance,
and it's oh so fucking snide
to think your label and your
leaning hold advantage over mine
i'm laughing as you stutter
spouting pledges for your life
the answer's not naiveté and
it's not conviction
there's no hidden profound truth
inside of rash prepossession
kill your local drug dealer,
ignore laissez-faire
and religion with no holy books,
it's just a catch phrase
when simple rules of reservation
tangle in conflict
your escape from obsession
becomes oxymoronic
tell me i'm killing myself,
that i'm a slave to a tenet
i'll stand on the highest
peaks and scream…
i already know it.
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