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Fail Better
02:50
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So absorbed in Review
Committed to the bit
as laid down in your trails
Determined to ease and liberate
So I'll help light a Match
to guide you down
And as my baggage seeps
to the bottom of the sea
I'll drown the Memories
Carry on at ease
Don't close your eyes
Revel in Goodbyes
Your Dissembled Guise
Place it in the tides
This Place of highest Grace
no place where we cry wolf
Palliate the Truth
It's a long defeat
As Cassandra's weeping
revolves get carved in stone
A tragedy in progress
Determined to bring the lighthouse down
and to denounce the waves
that clear your sight
So from the Lightbulb's Peak
Rains Greek Fire to the beach
igniting underneath
what is dear to me
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Bear Island
02:13
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Sensations's a product
No stand-in for a reason
Sing it proud
it's wallets out
to prove that it's so easy
Affection is currency
opiates to believe in
parasocial adderall
for lowlifes
Eat your heart out, honey
There's a major reason why
when the trail for awed thiefs
dries up they will leave you here to (die)
Flashing lights and thunder
will not faze you safe inside
tear the ground from underneath our feet
and we will learn to (fly)
You storm against mirrors
trying to push them out your way but
the frame in which you're portrayed stays the same
And as you race against red lights
you will swerve along the way
'cause your center's what their influence betrays
They got nothing
but resentment for you
Cynics preying on delusions
blame and naiveté
We got nothing
We got nothing to prove
So we run with the hunted
out in left field
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Another failure to operate
This goddamn brick house will stay the same
The same old face by another name
Ambition, Derision
This is our own decision
This will be rectified
through tired bones
through bloodshot eyes
Liberty is not a side effect
live free or die
And when the pain subsides
Whats yours is yours
whats mine is mine
Liberty is not a side effect
live free or die
Another failure to operate
Misinformation to point the blame
The voice will change but the song remains
Another Failure
Another mistake
towards a slow decay
we're counting the hours
as they turn to days
We want the airwaves back
We want to live this way
To break the hold of talking heads
We want the airwaves back
Today's the day, bring out your dead
We want to live this way
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Estus Flask
03:39
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Oh, this feels so pathetic
Like a strain on my back
feel my brain stuck in static
and blindsided by what's next
If I could only get the words out right
We'd start fistfights in the basement
I'd hope we'd make it out alive
Discord in my head
This strife will never let my actions ring true
My only regret
is that I never could convey this to you
But when the lightning hits
It hits so close to home
auspicious like a virtue
And in the brightest bliss
It looks a lot like hope
I swear I'll never fail you
How I long for carthasis
cull the counter attack
Trebuchets stuck in traffic
Call the longbow archers back
If I could only get the gradiant right
I'd spit outbursts to the canvas
instead of steering clear of sight
The darkest of black
Can only be sustained on bolts from the blue
My only regret
is that I never could convey this to you
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Max Martin
02:46
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The Window's cracked open
and the songs stroll into town
The numbers fall into place when
no one is around
Max Martin know's his place in life
but noone knows his name
and it is all the same to me
But then i wonder what Max Martin
dreams about at night
The California girls or It's alive
When Max Martin sings
he sings it out loudly
he puts his favorite records on
and dances like noone watching
When Max Martin sings
He's moving a mountain
He puts The Troubled Stateside on
and feels a little less alone
His get-up is spotless
as the client's come to town
He tells himself to sit straight
when other's are around
Max Martin knows this nagging voice
that tells him "kill the dream"
I want to hear the symphony
And then I wonder
What Max Martin dreams about at night
The California Girls or It's alive
When Max Martin sings
he sings it out loudly
he puts his favorite records on
and dances like noone watching
When Max Martin sings
He's moving a mountain
puts Five Stories Falling on
and feels a little less alone
For the first time for the first time
he decides he needs to step down
write a song that's just his own
Not to show, not to tell,
not to sell to anyone else
this song is just his own
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Hallowed be the god of thunder
blessed be the thief
Arbitrary Ghosts of entropy
are rummaging the streets
All hail be the golden towers
built upon defeat
When the travesty of cowards
is written on your face
Never will there ever be a better time
to put blood red hands under blinding lights
still we act like we aren't running out of time
this should start to sink in
Never will there ever be more righteous hate
than the rebound strife on every single life this takes
still we act like we are not afraid to change
this should start to sink in
Sold short on pocket change
We go it alone
'til the false hopes
on the high road
won't deceive us anymore
Changed short on life support
Your idol's a joke
When its point is
trite and pointless
suplant brittle cornerstones
Hallowed be the greater number
Praise the great divide
When the thining herd of bears and bulls
demands your sacrifice
All hail to impersonators
fuel to fan the flames
When the morbid lure of promise
is poisoning our veins
I want the blowouts and slowdowns to be all-out
end of patience, fuck the radiance of old crowns
I want the meak and the bleak to come 'round
When the end expands we'll extend hands at sundown
graveyard shift soiree
We stay at work all day
debtors, minimum wage
red letters, bills to pay
See the strained get impaled by progress
Nail it to their door, settled scores, let's end this
Frauds and liars
the walls are caving in
the ground below you
is wearing paper thin
Frauds and liars
the walls are caving in
the ground below you
this should start to sink in
I want to see none above
I want the view to be clear
I want to be all of us
I want the score set
on an even playing field
I want to see none above
I want the failsafe to fail
I want to see all of us
braving the undertow
as every levee breaks
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Home Sweet House
03:29
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When the word gets rinsed
put your nets out
From the major scale
there's no way up
When the growing pains
pull all stops out
and the patterns fade
the pull remains
Our favorite funerals
for the constant haunts and blown out frauds
There is no writing on the wall
it's just futile plots of squandered gods
Deploy the destitute
the choir calls for coarse recruits
Those elusive gripes of invalid lights
wolf down all the time
If the feeling would be mutual now
We would get some gasoline and cast the vestige out
If we stood together we could disarm this town
Please make it move
just make it move
Ironic
access gave the game away
as the tensions rise
but the numbers stay the same
Erattic
Nothing left to hold us back
Nothing left to hold us
A trade-off from a
rock to a hard place
sick of waiting rooms
of decay and outworn grace
Burned out on sympathy
it's the modern build's
inherent tilt
burned out on solidarity
Our prodigal sons
won't act as one
Option paralysis
reform convulsed on impetus
We're unsatisfied with the wars to fight
in our part time lifes
If you see it like i see it now
we should get some kerosene and burn the rat race down
next of kin in desperate need of new holy grounds
Please make it move
Just make it move
If one of us raised a lion's heart
if ire came of age
Down the stairs at the sanctum door
where it's dim and cold
If one of us took the mantle up
if bearings were laid bare
Maybe we would not have to admit
that's how it ends
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Deadpan like a funeral day
it's hard enough to long for what
we're forced to obtain
gruesome like our last estate
divided by the holes we made
faint gunshots in the rain
the stalemate stays
(It stays)
For mothers and daughters
man the barricades
A future so disposable
It's not nothing to me
Our mothers and fathers
dig out early graves
forced into casket lotteries
It's not nothing to me
Absent options of escape
are ardous like the heavy head
we try to displace
Funneled from the murderous rage
to hope of being redeemed one day
to trauma at the wake
The stalemate stays
(It stays)
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World Ender
02:59
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Broken homes for broken oaths
in blood and silence
Signal fires on the shore
engulfed in violence
What's left is
something grander than pain
Only cherish
what will not fade away
You'll come to understand
this was designed as a last stand
Uproar calls for you to leave right now
You will figure things out
I'm gonna stare the sun down
Daggers in my eyes
but it's too soon
to settle on a truce
I'm gonna stand atlantic
Waves roll through my veins
and you will soon
curse my wasted youth
The decline of borrowed time
comes to hail marys
vouch not only for what's right
but necessary
And what's left is
every color but gray
Only cherish
things that do not change
Try to understand
Life won't reward you in the end
but the place where two plus two's still four
I'll place the barricades
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Great expectations
placed on an unsuspecting mind
allow the distraction
behind unmedicated eyes
Hey, you keep your chin up
our kin won't give in to the blues
Our nature is ardent
We raise our shield for the abused
When the fight is over
No one's crowning you to be king
These Trials won't make you stronger
when the final battle begins
Big shoes to fill
the long walk ahead
in darkness
A monument to
a time and a place
so solemn
Bootstraps to pull
to escape the self-made
hardships
Each one of us
alone has to face
the problems
But you
you called me up
to tell me that you've been unwell
The day i turn my back on you
is also the day they'll bury me
And from the smallest view on valve TVs
we see their guiding light crash overseas
They march their truth to their solution
That's no bloodless revolution
And all i wanted was you
It's said life's a garden
and the roots they start to grab hold
They sure tone down the burden
of disdain at the factory door
Hell is a thousand needles
and the wolves stacked up at the gates
We prayed for better numbers
Pipers play and so the rats emerge
a contagion sworn to wait its turn
A prescription from the darkest mind
marching on in goose step to kill the light
Commiseration gilds the chopping block
Rohrschach tests that tend to thin the flock
A prescription from the darkest times
press gang deviation to get in line
Hell their light grows brighter
than the thousand torches we hold
They're putting out our lighters
To see if we can stave off the cold
When the fight is over
and they're calling out for your blood
it will not make us stronger
Fooled them once, fooled them twice
when the lie that you try to advertise
Just goes to show
That the blood you bleed's never the blood you own
Fooled them once, fooled them twice
But the scorn that you try to amplify
just goes to show
that the fire you start will come to eat your own
The fire will come to eat your own
So desperate measures shine in desperate times
It's last ditch efforts when our hands are tied
So maybe chasing an illusion will bring the righteous into light
But all that i wanted was you
When anthems ring out like a battle cry
This house no longer has a flag to fly
If everything that led us up to here
is just defiance
They'll answer to my name
They can keep digging
'til I'm six feet deep
I will not fail on your humanity
I'll be the poster boy for "give 'em hell"
I'll be the antidote to poisoned wells
I'll have to push my dedication
to a point beyond damnation
I couldn't do more than to try
I've been a free person
and you have to do what is right
For if a person's not free
everything is starting to die
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