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We're All Mad Here
03:53
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Deprived of oxygen
Your mind is playing tricks again
You’re looking for a pay phone
Get a ride to a place you once called home
Wake up in the back seat of a stranger’s car
Rub your eyes and blink
Back in ’86, you need a fix
Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think
You see a broken mirror through a cracked lens
Absurdity reveals itself as you approach the end
This ain’t wonderland baby
But we’re all mad here
This ain’t no funeral baby
But we’re all sad here
And we’re all mad here
And we’re all mad
It’s happening again for the first time
’82, ’67…
Reliving the losses, unanswered prayers
Old bosses and fucks and doomsday scares
You see a broken mirror through a cracked lens
Absurdity reveals itself as you approach the end
This ain’t wonderland baby
But we’re all mad here
This ain’t no funeral baby
But we’re all sad here
This ain’t wonderland baby
But we’re all mad here
This ain’t no funeral baby
But we’re all sad
This ain’t no funeral baby
But we’re all sad here
This ain’t wonderland baby
But we’re all mad
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2. |
Endless Growth
03:14
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Sand, a beach, a shore, a leech
Land, a reach, a door, impeach
Water things slaughtering
Daughters sing, flags waving
Innocence lost to the wrath of endless growth
Laundering, pondering
Effective ways to wash a brain
We want, we got, they die and rot
Remains decay, remains the same
Innocence lost to the wrath of endless growth
Bourgeoisie democracy
Hypocrisy, bureaucracy
Corporate welfare state
Methinks they doth protest too much
Innocence lost to the wrath of endless growth
Laissez faire debonaire
Toxic air, no one cares
Age of steam, keep it clean
War machine, suffering
Suffering
Suffering
Suffering
Suffering
Suffering
Suffering
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Kiss The Hand
05:31
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In your hands
What chance did we ever have?
Love is in demand
Gouge the price and cut supply in half
In a dance of idolatry
With the captains of industry
Play the part and you’ll go far
Kiss the hand that starves
I don’t want what you got
I guess I’m not impressed
Your tragic comedy this is not
The protagonist is dead
Daggers in your eyes
Tear a hole in a paper sky
Shove it back into your mind
With the moral guilt mankind designed
Is this what you’ve come to
Missionary for the chosen few
An extra in their puppet show
Reading lines they wrote for you
I don’t want what you got
I guess I’m not impressed
Your tragic comedy this is not
The protagonist is dead
One by one we fall
One by one we fall
One by one we fall
One by one we fall
In a trance of idolatry
With the captains of industry
Play the part and you’ll go far
Kiss the hand that starves
They make their tyrants as they make their gods
They make their violence as they make their laws
They make their promises as they make their tea
They tell their lies with impunity
They make their tyrants as they make their gods
They make their violence as they make their laws
They make their promises as they make their tea
They tell their lies with impunity
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Thinkin' Evil
02:40
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Human waste you can smell and taste it
In your head making you complacent
Caught in earth’s gravitational pull
Fogged up my brain in their fecal schools
Trails of blood should you care to follow
Endless tall tales for you to swallow
It’s all just business, it’s all in the game
We all get burned but never blame the flame
This is not a new world
Or a new generation
Just another basement
Of frustration
You got a lot to spare
You say life’s not fair
You got a well laid plan
To keep our cupboards bare
Not that it matters but we exist
Not that it matters, but workers are pissed
We’ve got a machine
And we keep it clean
I hope you like our guillotine
I’m thinkin’ evil
I’m thinkin’ evil
I’m thinkin’ evil
I’m thinkin’ evil
Hate to break it to ya but talent’s a myth
Hate to break it to ya, but your job is a grift
Hate to break it to ya, life is pain
Hate to break it to ya, but we’re all insane
Don’t know what to tell ya
Every day has a dog
What can I say
Every machine has a cog
This ain’t no democracy
Just white supremacist capitalist patriarchy
I’m thinkin’ evil
I’m thinkin’ evil
I’m thinkin’ evil
I’m thinkin’ evil
Not that it matters but I’m an anarchist
Not that it matters but workers are pissed
We’ve got a machine, we keep it clean
I hope you like our guillotine
I’m thinkin’ evil
I’m thinkin’ evil
I’m thinkin’ evil
I’m thinkin’ evil
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Profiteering
03:36
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Burn an effigy to the profits
Make the forest move
Penance must be paid from the flesh
To the Harvest moon
Missiles fly
The specter of commerce looms
To the grave
We follow what the profits say
No sympathy
Got no time
There’s money to be made
No sympathy
Profit over all
Die for the economy
You gotta die for the economy
You gotta die for the economy
It’s a battle between good and evil
It’s black and white
It makes you wanna kill
It makes you wanna fight
You’ll sing your regrets on the ledge
Say it must be done
A sacrifice must be made,
It’s the American way
No sympathy
Got no time
There’s money to be made
No sympathy
Profit over all
Die for the economy
You gotta die for the economy
You gotta die for the economy
You gotta die for the economy
You gotta die for the economy
You gotta die for the economy
You gotta die for the economy
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6. |
Compromised (Mix 3)
03:28
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We’ve been told
You get what you deserve
We’ve been told
Who it is we serve
The tree that bears rotting fruit
Gets pulled out by the root
I’ve had enough
I wanna self destruct
I’ve had enough
I wanna self destruct
We’ve been told
Watch what we say
We’ve been told
There’s no other way
The tree that bears rotten fruit
Chopped into kindling
Cast into the fire
Cast into the fire
Disconnected
We don’t like you
Denied, rejected
We’re not like you
I’ve had enough
I wanna self destruct
I’ve had enough
I wanna self destruct
We’ve been told
What it means to be free
Auto tuned apocalypse
No room for fluidity
We memorized all your lies
It’s terminal, you’re compromised
You’re compromised
I’m not like you
We’re not like you
We don’t like you
We don’t like you
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7. |
Manufactured Scarcity
03:12
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It’s a buyers market, sell your soul
Tomorrow’s a workday, assume the role
Bend the knee to the company
Everybody’s having fun but me
Tangled up in competition
A tradition of contradiction
You know it’s worth the price of admission
Greed is god
They all gotta lose if you wanna win
Whats best for you ain’t best for them
They all gotta lose if you wanna win
You gotta choose if you wanna win
Participation is mandatory
Justice system behind a paywall
The future plummets to the underworld
Twisting and turning in a freefall
I’ll take a cigarette you take the wheel
I just don’t feel corporeal
Drive me back to oblong fields
Greed is god
They all gotta lose if you wanna win
Whats best for you ain’t best for them
They all gotta lose if you wanna win
You gotta choose if you wanna win
Let’s do something drastic
Take a cruise to the island of plastic
The weather is fantastic
Put your gas mask on so enthusiastically
We manufactured this city
On manufactured scarcity
Stand on stolen land
And demand us to
Bend the knee and
Kiss the hand
Man made money, man made jobs
Man made poverty, man made God
Man made God did not make man
Man made economy, man made scam
We manufactured this city
On manufactured scarcity
Scrape to get by
Scrape to get high
Scrape the surface
Break free
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8. |
Silver Screen
04:11
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We don’t care if people stare
It’s none of our concern
They might as well not be there
Leave every stone unturned
The lights go dim and it begins
The coming attractions roll
And now our feature presentation
Please turn off your phone
I feel everything all the time
This must be a dream
It feels so thin sometimes
A flickering projection on the screen
The soundtrack skips a beat
But not me
Film falls from the reels
Winding down from the balcony
We kiss on the silver screen
In the empty theater
Cigarette burns blinking
Watching you watching me
I don’t know where we go
When the curtains close
I don’t care as long as you’re there
I’m not scared
I’ll never leave your side
You’ll never leave my mind
It feels so thin sometimes
A flickering projection of a dream
The soundtrack skips a beat
But not me
Film falls from the reels
Winding down from the balcony
We kiss on the silver screen
In the empty theater
Cigarette burns blinking
Watching you watching me
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9. |
Not Goodbye
04:47
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Symbiotically you feed inside me
I become the devil inside of you
When I’m fully drained I watch you shrink
Adopt the pain you inflicted on me
Now you fall on your knees and pray
Don’t need to buy me
Just go ahead and try me
Next thing you know I’m the killer inside you
You opened the chamber door
Abandoned by those before you
Now you’re just like the rest
In a darkness of your own creation
The path you tread
Has a bleak and lonely view
Now you’re just like the rest to me
Just a phantom of a bad memory
Do you long for a time when I did not speak?
Do you long for the days when I was weak?
Symbiotically you feed inside me
I become the devil inside of you
You opened the chamber door
Abandoned by those before you
Now you’re just like the rest
In a darkness of your own creation
The path you tread
Has a bleak and lonely view
Now you’re just like the rest to me
Just a phantom of a bad memory
It’s not goodbye
It’s fuck off and die
It’s not goodbye
It’s fuck off and die
It’s not goodbye
It’s fuck off and die
It’s not goodbye
It’s fuck off and die
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10. |
Good Men Do Nothing
04:11
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I wake from a fever dream
The room is just a little darker
Than it seemed before
I lived a lifetime in between
But everything I’d seen was just a dream
They say it happens for a reason,
but consider the source
Consider the source
Evil prevails
Good men do nothing
Evil prevails
Good men do nothing
The train derails
Good men do nothing
The system fails
Good men do nothing
We live in the trees
We live on our knees
We live in the shadows
You live in denial
We live in the trees
We live on our knees
We live in the shadows
You live in denial
Evil prevails
Good men do nothing
Evil prevails
Good men do nothing
The train derails
Good men do nothing
The system fails
Good men do nothing
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11. |
Curtain Call
04:13
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I hide my face, running for the train
Once in another place, I ran to you
It’s a tale as old as time
Your words have grown teeth inside my mind
Using pattern recognition to read the future
Using tattered cognition to define reality
One day, it’ll be as if I’d never lived at all
Why bother showing up to the curtain call
Trails end in entrails
As the world shrugs
Entrails at the trails end
As the world shrugs
Impurities magnified in the spotlight
In this infirmary, I make believe I’m in control
All they had to do was walk away
Leave me to my fate
Lost my mind searching for my soul
Using pattern recognition to read the future
Using tattered cognition to define reality
One day, it’ll be as if I’d never lived at all
Why bother showing up to the curtain call
Trails end in entrails
Through the red tape
The world shrugs
Entrails at the trails end
Insufferable
The world shrugs
And the world shrugs
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