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Sacred Lives
04:58
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Home sweet home, hoping for home sweet home
For the end of this journey I must travel alone
With her standing tall, her gaze, black hair flowing in the air
And a very sturdy home, that can’t get hit by drone
And if I was face to face with Trump and Assaad
I’d sacrifice them to the most unforgiving god
And if I could put that arrogant bastard Putin in his proper place
And if I could replace every dollar bill with Malala’s face
And if I could burn the hijabs and burkahs of my sisters
And if I could heal all of the gunman’s blisters
If I set fire to it all
Wouldn’t the whole world join me and fall?
And if my year abroad didn’t give me such ideas
And if I stayed over there than coming back here
And if I was that drone, numb patrolling skies
And if I was one of those protected, sacred lives
Maybe I wouldn’t have died
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2. |
Holding On
05:31
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Of course all you care about is the cost
Your money supersedes all of the lives lost
You all live in a factory farm
You've grown deaf to the alarms
Of course we're black and you're white
Your blurry vision makes you see a right
I've held out too much patience for you
My love is all but through
But still I keep holding on
To a parasitic optimism
I don't want to be this prisoner
But all my love is running out
The capitalist pigs
And their fascist wigs
Breaking me like a twig
I know it's not us v them
But I don't want any of them
Of course your climate will never change
When your scope is such a small range
That anger you feel when you are wrong
Is your national anthem marching song
Of course you're still alive while millions die
At least you could chose your side
I don't know if life will give you what death always proves
I don't know if I want you to live anymore
But still I keep holding on
To a parasitic optimism
I don't want to be this prisoner
But my love is running out
The capitalist pigs
And their fascist wigs
Breaking me like a twig
I know it's not us v them
But I don't want any of them
You should kill yourself to prove me wrong
You should kill yourself to prove violence is an answer
You should kill yourself and you will win
I can't do it myself cuz it's what you want
You'll never know how little you care
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3. |
What The Sky Derives
03:26
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Schrodinger’s cat with a button in his hand
They don’t see what we see, they don’t understand
If you could slice their hard boiled heads with your exacto knife
Maybe you could save a close to worthless life
All you can do to survive
Whatever the sky derives
Bombs dropping out of nowhere
Just a simple pause
To examine their cause
They could never justify it
Name their servitude they comply it
Just one tear to shed
No bloods gotta be bled
Why can’t they just agree
There’s something we don’t see
All you can do to survive
Whatever the sky derives
Bombs dropping out of nowhere
Other dimensions saying what is fair
Why give a damn if they don’t care?
There’s debris clouding all the air
Other dimensions say whats fair
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4. |
Want It All
03:01
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Empty tank but I still drive
You say I get 4 but I want 5
Keep charging everyone’s credit
Shut your mouth before you even said it
Making love to a rag doll
Because I want it all
Spiking my drink with fentanyl
Because I want it all
I don’t expect you to get this
But I know I’m not to blame
I hope we can just both forget this
The outcome is still the same
I want you to stand guard while I’m still here
I wanna go hunting dressed as a deer
I want my safe space in a terrible place
I wanna see you just not your face
Loading a whale on a catapult
Because I want it all
Graffiti some hashtag on City Hall
Because I want it all
I don’t expect you to get this
But I know I’m not to blame
I hope we can just both forget this
The outcome is still the same
Nothing’s ever your fault
If you just want it all
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5. |
Tiny Hands
03:53
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Tiny hands that can't hold the bricks
Won't build anything with their sticks
Shelter doesn't care what its residents look like
No time for triviality, no time for spite
Tiny hands, don't belong to the handsome
They'd rather just keep you for ransom
They don't care about personal prisoners
They strangle you but you laugh and whimper
So now try to hold the world
When you can't get a grip on your own reality
So now my reality unfurls
And I can't wait to piss on your grave
Hey ho, here we go
Off to the land that nobody knows
Tiny hands, so pathetic
Live now with your idiot rhetoric
Mercy aint saved for the likes of you
So melt on, your time is through
Tiny hands, no one can lift the load
Too wasted to see the road
And you've all been warned once before
Now enjoy so much more
So now try to hold the world
When you can't get a grip on your own reality
So now my reality unfurls
And I can't wait to piss on your grave
Hey ho, here we go
Off to the land that nobody knows
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6. |
Richard Spencer
03:17
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Well, I went up the mountain
And the good Lord came to me
I told him what had happened
On the twentieth of January
He said, "You can't wish anyone dead
Even if their baseball cap is red
But if you see Richard Spencer
Why don't you punch him in the head
Oh if you see Richard Spencer
Won't you give him a big black eye
Come at him swinging
Ain't no one gonna cry
Oh if you see Richard Spencer
Won't you tell him we all said hi
Cold cock him cleanly
Ain't no one gonna cry"
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7. |
The Great Flood
04:00
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Head to the midwest I told them
Get out of the coast oh I sure told them
Before it’s too late to prepare
Move up to Canada
Fly triangles all over Bermuda
Do anything other than this motionless glare
The great floods’ a-comin’
Sparing no one
Better start running
The day isn’t done
All of the field pieces, so called fake reports
Sprinkled with those living with last resorts
I warned them, I tired
Still feeling exceptionally guilty
Even though I was right it’s clear to see
I never died
The great floods’ a-comin’
Rolling down the bend
No sense in shunning
Anyone, you’re all now friends
I remember the day he finally left office
We thought the blow was softened
And now it’s too late
For I am here, you could be anywhere
You got nothing I got despair
I almost want to trade
The great floods’ a-comin’
From New York to LA
The drains they are pumping
But the damage won’t go away
If I ever hear from you or anyone again
Whether a text or if there’s a heaven
And if you learn to swim, if you learn to climb
You could trick me into believing there’s a divine
The great floods’ a-comin’
Soon before long
Better start humming
The kids a survival song
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8. |
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Good boys get what they want
When they act polite and behave
And the good girls get what they want
If they can play the role of a slave
And the good kids can play on the block
Without the fear of getting shot
And the good guys doing all the talk
Take whatever the bad guys got
This is how it was all explained to me
And I don’t know what it is I want to believe
So I ask a simple question unto thee
What is this crazy pattern to be?
It’s the cost of doing business you see
You’re the product of your own deficiencies
There’s no need to concern yourself
Everything is fine
Don’t go and hurt yourself
Stepping out of line
And the good people live in the hills
And the bad people go off to jail
And the good people take their pills
And the bad people are up for sale
And the good book and the good morals
Will fight all the bad arts
And the good guys only quarrel
Is who gets to break the bad guy’s heart
This is how it was all explained to me
Watching all these monkeys in the land of the free
So tell me what do you personally believe?
What is this crazy pattern of eternity?
It’s the cost of doing business don’t you see?
You’re the product of all your insecurities
There’s no need to concern yourself
Everything is fine
Don’t go and hurt yourself
Stepping out of line
It’s the cost of doing business don’t you see?
You’re the product of all ideologies
There’s no need to concern yourself
Everything is fine
Don’t go and hurt yourself
Stepping out of line
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9. |
Alternative Facts
03:38
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Who needs alternative facts when you unleash landslides of rhetoric
Who needs a scapegoat when you don't know who's the architect
Who needs a wall when the groundworks already there
For another era of hoards of people who waited to late to care
If money's not the issue how do we fix the greed?
You can call a spade a spade buts still a mouth you gotta feed
You make promises quicker than we can make can keep up with
Soon there'll be no truth to debate when every word is a myth
Every crony, phony asshole with starry eyed dreams
Of a world divided and deaf ears to screams
Who's hiding what and where is anything even close to fair?
We bomb innocents like they aren't even there!
End of this shit, I'm fucking fed up with your game
You're still making money while I'm stacking your blame
I'll bet you think the world stands speechless as you spread your knees
But there's a price that comes for you do as you please
If the blacks don't matter then fuck do I wanna support
This shit ass America inventing last resorts
If you want results but are trapped in ancient history
The future will be a terrifying mystery
Every crony, phony asshole with starry eyed dreams
Of a world divided and deaf ears to screams
Who's hiding what and where is anything even close to fair?
We bomb innocents like they aren't even there!
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10. |
Apple Seed
06:10
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Tell me you smell magic in the air
It’s our last play time so alls fair
I tell you you won’t fall into despair
There is something sweet in the air
Tell me your kaleidoscope head
Has heard all the things I said
Tell me the sheets in your bed
Turned into the ropes of a roller coaster sled
Please just keep dreaming
Tell me about the lamp and genie
Who gave unto you the treasure’s key
And a rock star who gave you his pen
And told you to imagine
Please just keep dreaming
Hey there, it’s adventure time
Beware, there’s still hills you don’t want to climb
Oh my apple seed
The promise of a mighty tree
I hope the world will see
The sky is yellow
The clouds are orange
Everything's gong to hell
But you don't need to know that
Keep on dreaming
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11. |
Went To See The Future
03:35
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Well I tired out my time machine
And I forgot to invite you
I made it all the way to the future
And amazingly, there’s hardly anything new
Oh the people still talk and still leave their homes
And their biggest fear still is being alone
Some things they agree some still they do not
There’s still plenty prejudice but at least legal pot
There’s no incentive to succeed but the worst thing is to fail
And there’s still a debate over who owns Israel
And the kids won’t read and their parents won’t eat
Their anxiety’s so bad they can barely get off their feet
The South got so dumb there's a new mental disorder
And they built and tore down the wall on the Mexican boarder
And now only the models and suits on the news have any say
And you get more undisclosed funding from anyone pays
But there’s good things too like a brand new rule
Saying no one is forced to do things they don’t want to do
If you wanna work that’s great you’ll get treated plenty more
But if it’s too much for ya robots can manage the store
Depressions no longer viewed as hysteria
And nobody’s ranking the world versus America
And we made it to Mars but we don’t have to go that far
We cleaned up the ozone and have fuel efficient flying cars
And I miss you so bad and I want to go back
Cuz it’s still the same game, the deck is still stacked
And it’s so obvious now the only thing that pulled us through
Is sticking together like me and you
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No Time To Think Buffalo
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thought.
How to describe Seamus (said douchebag)... A liberal yahoo who thinks crypto currency is dumb but loves Arby's.
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