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Trees
03:45
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TREES: Empty vessels which we strive to be. Return me to my mother and set my spirit free. Lay Me down to earth. Dare you weep for me? We’re all of this earth; I’ve done my time now feed me to the trees. // You sense the system failing right beneath your nose, but you’ve got faith, you’ve got faith, you’ve got faith; You see it falling—Why won’t you just let go? // Hope you’re ready to die, cause we’ve risen ready to fight, for all the evil deeds you tried to hide. Hope you’re ready to fall, cause you’ve come to punish for all…for all of the injustice that you’ve caused. // Our forces grow in the forest; Before your very eyes. We’ve got branches, we’ve got leaves, we’ve got teeth; You feel it coming. We hit the city tonight.
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Desert
03:38
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DESERT: Desert stone, such a whore; Glam it up, fuck it more; Heavy heart, wretched soul; Damned to drought, damned to die. // You’re dead to me…I’ll just go. // House of rage, rob us blind; Draw us in, bleed us dry; Heavy heart, wretched soul; Damned to drought, damned to die. // You’re dead to me…I’ll just go.
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End
04:17
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END: In the desert, our hearts are merely candles, and they flicker, just like our moral standards, and we’ll cry, but we won’t pray for rain; In the city, where our lives are so busy, just like insects, but together we live happily, and we’ll die, but care not to be saved. // You won’t like how this one ends, we all play nice, but we have got not friends. // In the forest, trees plot to destroy us, and they listen, but they will not speak for us, so if they fall, will there legacy remain? When it’s snowin’, you see the lanterns glowin’, we hunt to make our fur coats, to keep ourselves from knowin’, of the cold, we pray our whiskey keeps us warm. // No one likes how this world is, we play it out, but we have got no friends. You won’t like how this one ends, we play it out, but we have got no friends. //
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Television
04:31
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TELEVISION: Hands and arms a’flailing, all are foaming at the mouth, reptile mind feel the pounding beat, as day break draws nearer. All dressed up for market, shiny buttons shiny shoes, shady folks ogle oh so nice, as our time runs out. // Can you breathe life into sunken lungs? Or reduce decay of a blackened heart? Then why must I watch you on T.V.? // Lazy eyes a’drooping, changing colors all the time, shady folks ogle oh so nice, as our time draws nearer. All dressed up for market, shiny buttons shiny shoes, reptile mind feel the pounding beat, as our time runs out. // Can you breathe life into sunken lungs? Or reduce decay of a blackened heart? You can’t…We’re fucked. //
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Tanks
04:02
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TANKS: We’ve forsaken our family, our art, our God. We’ve left our land for dead; we’re moving on. We’re aching in our hearts and souls, but we’re gonna fight to kill…to win. // All is lost—forgotten—son, you broke my heart when you bought that gun. You’re taking it into your own hands, and you’re gonna kill in the name of peace. // Withered within; Dusty throughout; Our hardened hearts; Will make their mark. // All is lost—forgotten—son, it’s not a fight that we could’ve won. We’ve traded our books for tanks of gold. But was it worth the blood, or what was sold? // Withered within; Dusty throughout; Our hardened hearts; will make their mark. // ENOUGH. //
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Cryogenics
04:10
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CYROGENICS: We are insects trapped in amber. We are roaches on our backs. Our tiny hands—they can’t grasp time. To think about that which we lack. The tiny hands are moving backwards. Tick tock into our past. A life that’s spent suspended in amber. Our present comes from presents past. // Have I come unglued? // I live my life in other moments. Take a breath and I’ll be gone. To laugh upon insects in amber. As I wright my lonely song. // Have I come unglued? // Frozen themselves until the Earth gets better. All the rest—we take refuge in caves. We’ll never see the precious sun again. It’s a new ice age of a new nature these days. // Now, this time, we’ve brought it on ourselves. There be no compromise. We’ll awake to meet our bitter end. // Reborn, unfrozen by an ocean. All the Earth’s mistakes washed away. Pins and needles like a new born babe. It’s a new ice age of a new nature these days. //Now, this time, we’ve brought it on ourselves. There be no compromise. We’ll awake to meet our bitter end. // Cryogenics….our saving grace.
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Whale
04:16
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WHALE: We rot; we reek; we’re foul as can be, but we’re home sweet home. We’re a band of bees lost out at see, we forget what it means to be free. We’re rowdy; we’re rude; we live to intrude, but we’re still your friends. We play out of key—get down as we please, and we’re drunk ‘til the day of our end. Thrown overboard by the captain last night as he shouts, “Farewell!” Our only hope was to swim for our lives, and we knew that our fate would be ill. // Alas we live swallowed whole; We’ll make the best we can in the belly of a whale. // It stinks to high Heaven; we’re living in Hell, and the furniture’s alive. There’s plenty of fish to eat, my friend, just beware the digestive enzyme. //
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Hopeless
03:32
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HOPELESS: I’m let – I’m letting go of everything that matters most. I took a fall – Met my all-time low. I’m facing depths I’ve never known. I’m on my way down. // Would you say I need you? Am I a man without you, should I live to see another day? If I said I love you, am I the sky above you? Should I live to see another day? // I will let – I will let you down when you need me most. Without a purpose; without a fucking hope; now I’m a shell without a soul. I’m on my way down. //
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Regress
03:44
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REGRESS: Regress, vegetable; systematic lack of purpose, unstable. Digest, food for thought; foot in mouth, tongue tied up in knots. // And we write clauses of death and dismemberment. It costs an arm and leg to live these days, I don’t buy it. I’m losing faith in free choice. What kind of vice is this they’ve got us in, don’t you wonder? // Possessed, signed in blood; a bond that proves more permanent than love. My faith—it draws thin. To purify my thoughts drawn from within. //
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Debt
04:59
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DEBT: Bored to death while we’ve got it all. We make strife in our lives, so how would we know…there’s quaking earth and skies aglow; a shrapnel rain bringing death to those below. When all our bank accounts are closed, will we still hold our wallets close? // For so long, we’ve been living like the dead. Down this path from the day we’re born. // Quick! Tell me which things to buy. How else will I know to survive…there’s quaking earth and skies aglow; a shrapnel rain bringing death to those below. When all our things are gone, will we remember who we are? // Can’t put a price upon my soul. I lived your lies just to die alone. Can’t put a price upon my soul. //
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Magazines
03:52
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MAGAZINES: Dropping bombs into magazines. You missed your mark, but you made a scene. Dare you feel alright? Are you happy tonight? When you wrote me, left my heart blank. The best glass of bourbon I ever drank was damn near deadly. You’d scarcely met me. // Though I fell harder than I ever thought I could, I never felt so good. Face down in the dirt on the fucking ground. // Third verse same as the first. I’m high on feelings, but short on words. Oh dare I feel alright. Well, I’d be happy to try.
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