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Behold a Pale Horse
01:26
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the horse was pestilence
and the rider was death
empires out of indifference
shouldering devils both right and left
modern day traitors
dollar signs for eyes
the usual party favors
wolves without disguise
oh brave new world
that has such people in it
waiting on returns
guaranteed to be diminished
their lies hang in the air
are these the winds of change
how is the forecast ever fair
--indefuckingcipherable--
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2. |
Meaningless
02:21
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not hard to understand alone in the rubble
theres nothing but lies at the end of the tunnel
hit rock bottom ... left holding the shovel
not screaming at a wall, its more of a mumble
you live and learn but die and forget
head in the clouds feet in cement
not living life, but its killing me
locking doors to be set free
nothing to do, nowhere to turn
building bridges just to watch them burn
used to understand, now its meaning less
used to need a hand, now no feeling left
woke up left for dead and wanna be left alone
dont wanna wait for a future that ill never own
its meaningless
its meaning less to me.
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Talked Out
01:23
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where are you, where did you go
thought you cared, now i dont know
were we paid with your lip service
was what you said really worthless
youre lecturing what life's about
you wanna talk, but im talked out
cant take a stand with such bad posture
reach out your hand its an empty gesture
were we building you a kings chair
sat down once and then disappeared
its reasonable to have my doubt
you wanna talk, well im talked out
talked out
both sides of your mouth
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Oblivion
01:45
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godfather of a bastard child
abandoned son of a feudal age
lets hang a crown on the scriptkeeper
know the story without turning a page
its a countdown to oblivion and
can that be such a terrible thing
the vandals have gotten new handles
but their writings still on the wall
if you wanna make it out alive
you gotta jump before the fall
its a countdown to oblivion
can that be such a terrible thing
disinherit what was left for us
protection from the pain itll bring
tear the whole thing down
so we can start from scratch
let the roaches sort it out
with the rats
a scorched earth this cold
wasn't meant to last
got my fingers crossed
for the industrial collapse
we're dogs at the table
begging for scrap
wearing pavlovs collars
our memories mapped
unstack the deck and
lets shuffle again
why is this a tear
we even wanna mend
its a countdown to oblivion
whats another million ... of us
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5. |
Smiling Disease
01:47
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did an about face
down in shit again
float alone in space
how its always been
trying too hard
aiming to please
there's no cure for
this smiling disease
smiling just because
it beats a cold blank stare
looking up see saws
stamped buyer beware
gathering my bearings
but stuck on four square wheels
study up on pairings
but eat my words for meals
burp
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