1. |
Believing
02:00
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That first one hadn't been tidied up since I wrote it out, but it's not much different;
Scheming and I'm dreaming for a way to keep believing,
I'm struggling and I don't
Scheming and I'm dreaming I don't want to keep entertaining the feeling,
Of not know what to do with my time
Nothing other than a number,
Surrender to the mid winter chill,
Searching for a mirror to believe in,
Who's reflection shows me my ills
Scheming and I'm dreaming for a way to keep on living with myself,
Wish I didn't know why
Reliving and I'm reliving the same old few misgivings,
I'm sick of wasting time
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2. |
Pay For the Mould
04:22
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Pay for the mould:
Growing old,
Twice the pace,
Getting paid half the hourly rate,
Paycheck to paycheck,
Drink to drink,
Just to rent a tiny place to think,
The walls they start to stink,
I dont think they were this black last week,
It keeps coming,
Landlord stalling stunning,
Not responsable for the air we breathe,
If we don't like it we can leave,
But minimal pay keeps the upgrade away,
An upgrade to clean air,
Fanfare,
Still can't aford a healthy jaw,
Or a safe front door or the air that we're all about to start being charged for,
There's no reason to believe what you're told, Getting proced out of growing old,
Because we pay for the mould
We pay for the mould
CEO's can print retractions whicle they plan expantion to another mansion,
But wont chip in to help a critically ill mother win,
Rather arm the coast, Sink desperate boats,
Prone to inducing stress, no rest,
Retire after 70 years of uncertanty,
Still more than the people murdered on the 24th floor,
Negligence, ignorange,
They're only good excuses if you're friend owns a printing press,
Go on and dress to distress, depress and contest common decency,
Address your constituency inn a 3 piece uniform adorned with a pinstripe for every sin,
Muder, tax avoidence, letting Rupert Murdoch in while we-
Pay for the mould,
We pay for the mold
Leaderships a farce, can't be arsed,
I'm living the silverspoon dream,
You can survive on what we give you it seems to me,
The news that we provide is basically free,
So get on and do what you're sold on every screen,
Do me a favour wipe out your personality,
So just carry on calmly complain,
Promise I'll take action some other day,
Throw you a bone, child labour built phone,
Used to track your thoughts, sell you more adverts for my campaign, world wars,
Join the army for that healthy jaw,
Invade a country my gandad made poor,
Something else to heklp you ignore the fire and floods knocking down your door
So sit back and pay for the mould,
Let you depression take hold,
While we drown ourselves in gold,
Sit back and pay for the mould,
Sit back and pay for the gold
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3. |
DreamBreaker
03:41
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Blinded psychic,
Useless since the pride bit,Feed then fear,
Just to sleep off another year
Tired of climbing sheer molehills,
Filled with passive aggressive prayers distilled,
Into self doubt fulfilled.
There's nothing there for me,
Exept emotional monotony.
I'll never learn,
I'll never feel,
Too busy trying too conceal
Tired of living for the bad luck,
Inside someone elses fuck up
reality has never been thrilling,
Self willing I'll find my way to a world a little more forgiving,
Now that's what I call living
There's nothing there for me,
Exept bloated creeds.
I'll never learn,
I'll never feel,
But soon I won't be able to conceal
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4. |
Hardly Living
02:44
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Born to work and die,
Beneath a burning sky,
Time will keep going by once synthetic senses fade from the side of,
For profit pride
I keep myself tom myself,
Never want to leave this shelf,
Nothing to lose but my health,
Going out not with a bang or a whimper,
But a whelp
Refuse to compromise,
Check in on your alibi,
Once bird songs have gone bye bye and religion doesn't give you a mandate to,
Masturbate to the nihilist priority,
So uninspiring,
The whole thing is hardy living
Wasn't ready for the world but baby who, survivals some unrelenting shit,
Maybe that's why the deja vu ain't coming through
Was that before or after the oceans hit the city streets,
Deceitful descendants of the barons that bleached the sky didn't lose any sleep when they left me here to die
The whole thing is hardly living,
The whole thing is hardy living
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5. |
faded jeans
04:23
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The party of the poor no longer wants to hold open the door,
Imagine repetitive abhorrence out poured,
When another loosely concealed broken spoke on a crumbling wheel,
Yields fewer and fewer children's meals
Appeal to a summer that feels years away,
Save some face but leave a mighty stain,
Serve yourself an extra slice of power,
For the low low price if 40 grand an hour
Take control of fate,
All you have to do is donate,
To the halls of hate
Weeping walls painted by self serving swords,
Does it matter who's passing through,
Hades house is tainted blue,
Let loose that silver tounge filled with charm and harm on the barricades,
Fain faith in the pictures you hung yesterday
The silk curtain is falling fast,
Best not lose control of the past,
The halls of hate weren't built for the iconoclast,
Or to be surpassed by those willing to ask,
About the hand that feeds the bloated creeds,
What the fuck is it even supposed to mean to me
Take control if fate,
All you have to do is donate,
The silk curtain is falling fast,
Best not lose sight of the past
The halls of hate aren't going to wait,
But it's not too late,
To take control of fate,
All we have to do is face,
The halls if hate
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