1. |
Never Again
01:45
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Breaking the chains
Point the finger and take aim
Won't do it again
Running
Never again
Hang my head in shame
Never again
Pray for a change
Mind consumed by yesterdays pain
Never again
Avoidance
Never again
Say my prayers through rotting teeth
Wait around for things to change
Won't let it slip away
Never again
Breaking free from the past
Starts with forgiving myself
Endless of doubt and guilt
The change begins with me
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2. |
Fog of War
01:53
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Silent screams
The sound of tragedy
Trapped in the fog of war
An endless machine
Another casualty
Trapped in the fog of war
Terminal anguish
Systematic torture
Filled with disgust
Another nuclear winter
Not another fucking war
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3. |
Canine
02:35
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Savage hunger
A bloodthirsty lust
Locked in my sights
Dog off the leash
I'm on the hunt
Flesh torn from the bone
Foaming at the mouth
Sink my teeth and spit
Rabid
Canine
Dog off the leash
I'm on the hunt
Watched you turn and walk away from me
You went and ran your mouth
But no-one's buying and the words are empty
Now I'll take you out
Dog off the leash
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4. |
We Don't Like You
02:12
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Shouldn't throw stones from within a glass house
We all know your shtick
Sat upon a throne
That's tearing at the seams
We can see your weakness
We all know your scheme
We don't like you
Talking wreckless
You don't practice what you preach
You don't walk the walk, just talk the talk
And you're afraid to look at me
Coward
We don't like you
You don't like you
We don't like you, you don't like you
We don't like you, you don't like you
We don't like you, you don't like you
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5. |
Dead Liver
01:54
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Washed up, dead liver fuck
Blame the world for all your problems
To justify your buzz
Forty years old, no kids
Six people in your house, all pigs
Life of shit, loser anarchy
Take a look in a fucking mirror, tell me what you see
Burnt out, no hope
Resist the system, all cope
You run your mouth, it's all talk
Where are your peers?
Where has the time gone?
Life's passing you by
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6. |
All Work//No Play
01:53
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All work, no play
Burnt out, low pay
Spend my life in a fucking wage cage
Boot pressed on my neck
All work, no play
No time, no say
Victim of my circumstance
Piss tested to my death
All work, no play
Burnt out, low pay
Alarm rings, another shift
Drag my broken body through this shit
Time stands still and mocks me as I stare
Throw a match, watch it burn, ask me if I care
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7. |
Strikeout
02:10
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Step in the box
Eyes are locked, only you control fate
Trapped, in the land of dreams
Stories, write themselves
Swinging, for the fences
Fighting off a strikeout
Swing and a miss
Down in the count
Nothing to do but defend
Trapped, in the land of dreams
Stories, write themselves
Swinging, for the fences
Fighting off a strikeout
Triumph, a testament to will
Fighting for all our lives in a game that's built to kill
Swing and a miss
Down in the count
Nothing to do but defend
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8. |
Abandoned
01:38
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Streets of filth, stinking mess
Staring down at rotting flesh
Abandoned
Left behind
World moves on, passing by
Judgment felt from peering eyes
Abandoned
Left behind
A whole city left to ruin
Fuck your judgment from behind a screen
Click here, exploited humans
Fantasy, beyond your dreams
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9. |
Sacred
02:54
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Run out of gas, racing away in the night
Paid my dues, now it's time to move on with my life
Seen it all, every state
The boring conversations and every single face
Desperation, it's all a fucking hoax
Sell my shit and live my life among the sacred oaks
Tossed aside, squandered youth
Drowning in fake bullshit, isolate in truth
State of disrepair becomes my default state
All I've seen is nothing and all I feel is hate
Cast away all the hate and greed
Flee the land, lay my seed
Burnt bridges collapse into ash
Drive away and leave it all in the past
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10. |
Blinded
01:31
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Lost in the night, shadow cloaks my escape
Blinded by love, hungry for a taste
Blinded
Sharpened blade, make my way upstairs
Open window, but you're no longer there
Blinded by a taste of blood
By a taste for violence
Door kicks in, swing of blade
Blood runs down
Gun shots, I don't move
Fade away as I see you
Bleeding out on a wooden floor
Obsessive love, constant thirst for more
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11. |
Piss & Moan
01:42
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Wasting time, complaining about your life
But you haven't done a single fucking thing to try and make it right
Piss and moan your way through life
Shit don't change cause you won't change
Drown yourself in a pool of shame, won't let myself do the same
Piss and moan your way through life
Shit don't change cause you won't change
Get high and eat like shit, then complain when you feel like it
Hard to have sympathy when you choose your own misery
All you do is piss and moan
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12. |
Open Door
00:56
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Trapped behind an open door
World beyond is such a bore
Step outside, met with shit
Streets filled with degenerates
And I hate what I see
A sick world consumed by greed
Turn our backs on the one above
Lie and steal from the ones we love
Trapped behind an open door
The world outside is such a fucking bore
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13. |
Lust
02:06
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I don't want it but I need it
I don't want it but I need it to feel free
Trapped in a cage like a fucking animal
A victim of my own lust and my own greed
Feeling weak, feeling sick
I feel ashamed, I feel disgust
With the things I've done
And the things I've said
And the ones I've loved
And the lies I've told
And the ones I've hurt were the ones I loved
And the ones I hurt are the ones I love
Can't break free from this shame
Burn my skin, numb my brain
Nothing more than disgust
My own actions, my own mistakes, my own lust
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14. |
Empty Handed
02:15
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Meaningless, chasing after the wind
Looking for the answers that I need
Nothing gained, nothing lost
Nothing makes any sense
Marching on, no way out
Spiral toward my death
I make my way through this life and try to make some sense
Of what's wrong and right
Don't know where I'm headed, don't like what I've seen
And if you're looking for guidance, don't look at me
Don't look at me, what the fuck do I know?
Don't look at me
Tried my best to make my way, carve out my own path
I've said it once, and I'll say it again, nothing seems to last
I'm afraid to leave my life behind empty handed
With nothing to show for it and no one to remember me
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15. |
Speed
02:20
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Driving fast, leaving the world behind
Burning rubber, nausea persists
Ain't a drug that gives a thrill like this
Leave them behind
Killing machine, three thousand pounds of pain
Turbo charged, if you see me coming get out the way
Standing to live is just standing still
Addicted to speed, I live for the thrill
Foot on the gas, gun on my waist
And if you can't keep up, get the fuck out the way
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16. |
Walk Away
02:24
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Have you ever wanted to walk away from the life you've built for yourself?
From your loved ones?
Those that support you?
Those that love you?
To just throw it all away
To become a new man
To become who you want to be
To become who you believe you are
Just to be able to take a look in a mirror
Do you ever feel an immense amount of guilt for the things you've done?
And the people you've hurt, the ones you've lied to?
Those who put trust in you, and the lives you've destroyed?
Need to break free, leave it behind
Forget who I was and do what it takes to be me
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17. |
Thousand Hours
03:16
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Hear the screams, I see them in my sleep
Haunting all my dreams, maybe I've gone too deep
See them in the streets, waiting for my retreat
Preying on my demise, can't escape their eyes
Searching for the truth
Spend my nights alone, crawling down a web
Found myself in a sea of shit and there doesn't seem to be an end
Can't look away, find myself searching for purpose
For structure, for a sense of life
All for a thrill, hours spent
Hours wasted, wasted
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