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Pay to Play
03:01
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I’m sorry it’s over but I’m not gonna cry
I wish it was better but I don’t wonder why
I could grin and bear it but I won’t even try
You have taken all you could now, this well has run dry
I just want my vote, I want my say
Somehow it became pay to play
I won’t sit in silence anymore
I’ll walk myself right out the door
I’m running through walls that you put in front of me
I’m skating on the thin ice you thought I’d never see
I’ve picked all these fights and bred all these scabs
‘Cause I wanted back what it was we had
I just want my vote, I want my say
Somehow it became pay to play
I won’t sit in silence anymore
I’ll walk myself right out the door
I’ve tried all I can and I’ve shed too many tears
Often times ignored for months upon years
All that matters to you is for the audience to approve
Of this fictional persona that you made up for you
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2. |
National Pride
03:08
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Fell sick, caught that bug
You placed us under thumb
But we got national pride
We live by smell and touch
Use blindness like a crutch
But we got national pride
Took steps to prevent a tragedy
Never stopped it from happening
Regulate, litigate, ensure
To us, our pride is rational
Lips crack, crimson face
That smile so out of place
But we got national pride
Your time to pay has come
Tonight we beat that drum
‘Cause we got national pride
Took steps to prevent a tragedy
Never stopped it from happening
Regulate, litigate, ensure
To us, our pride is rational
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3. |
40/40 Vision
04:00
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It’s all been done before, will all be done again
Still just a few cents off, it must be close enough
Everybody seems to like it
Don’t be tempted by ambition
We’re failed by passing time
and tempered by tradition
I’m sure we’ll do just fine, and stand the test of time
Hear things as you see them, be tempered like tradition
Everybody seems to like it
Don’t be tempted by ambition
We’re failed by passing time
and tempered by tradition
The scale is complete, so grab a window seat
To watch the next audition, with 40/40 vision
Everybody seems to like it
Don’t be tempted by ambition
We’re failed by passing time
and tempered by tradition
Looking back at what caused division
Can’t see with 40/40 vision
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4. |
Delicate
02:58
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Your hand so steady held as proof; it’s unshaken
Veneer too valuable to bruise; you’re taken
I put a hand out, and met resistance
You act stranger, and keep the distance
Buy kindness and, sell your suffering
to your circle, you’re gaining nothing
Your hand so steady held as proof; it’s unshaken
Veneer too valuable to bruise; you’re taken
I got tired of, treading lightly,
broken eggshells, and playing nicely
Walls raised as a testament to
veiled fear and your delicate truth
You may no more
Deny how your
Brooding anger
Is a cancer
It has come for you
It has come for you
Your hand so steady held as proof; it’s unshaken
Veneer too valuable to bruise; you’re taken
Your hand so steady held as proof; it’s unshaken
Veneer too valuable to bruise; you’re taken
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5. |
Slap Your Name On It
03:16
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Shuns the bottle, drinks from the source
Drag our weight, put the cart before the horse
Whipped into frenzy, dwell on ancient arguments
Acquired the taste for, those less fortunate
He talks of where the savings went
Cannot account for all the years we’ve spent
They line up screaming their way in
To welcome arms, snake oil, and sloppy grin
Fill the bucket and scrub the wall
Missed the message, the writing was too small
Checked grammar, nothing left to teach
Forgotten scripture, won’t listen to them preach
He talks of where the savings went
Cannot account for all the years we’ve spent
They line up screaming their way in
To welcome arms, snake oil, and sloppy grin
No chance to offer our farewells
We packed this baggage ourselves
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Never regret
Our unpaid debt
Dig a deeper ditch
Satisfy the itch
Don’t read what’s written on the wall
Can’t read what’s written on the wall
Do whatever we can
Find a holy man
To bless our work
An endless search
Don’t read what’s written on the wall
Can’t read what’s written on the wall
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7. |
Eyes Open
04:01
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Passing days, in a gilded haze
Concentrate, on filling the space
Taking time, to hide your face
Pace set by a, need to relate
My eyes are open, I won’t be taken
Self destruction, doesn’t seem to be taking
Hardly pure, but properly aiming
Method acting, to innovate
An endless need, for things to remain
Waking up, with a copper taste
Finding havoc, left in your wake
Landed fewer, than you seemed to take
Still can’t see, it was all a mistake
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8. |
62 Million Suckers
04:21
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Devoid of class
Disfigured facts
Rousing the ranks
Setting the traps
Projecting his weakness
So tender and spineless
62 million suckers
A thought that makes me shudder
62 million traitors
You named a fraud your savior
Inventing proof
Ignore the truth
Lying in wait
To act in hate
Amazed at how many
Behave so unsteady
62 million suckers
A thought that makes me shudder
62 million traitors
You named a fraud your savior
Reap what you’ve sown
and eat what you’ve grown
Now chew it up
It’s never enough
Born in gold and glitter
Your champion a grifter
62 million suckers
A thought that makes me shudder
62 million traitors
You named a fraud your savior
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9. |
Unsigned Copy
02:16
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Now there’s coffee
On my sleeve
An unsigned copy
Left for me
Unclean
And Blind
I hope there’s something left
To the half that’s me
Polished anger
Thoughts provoked
It’s all in danger
From the check you wrote
Taking the time
Placing a bet
Seeking a deadline
That was never set
The moral high ground
Has been staked
This level of vitriol
Can not be faked
Spewing hatred
and calling out names
Just so you can
Save face
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10. |
Worn Thin
03:29
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I’ll crucify myself tomorrow
Buy a day to think it through
Nothing left for me to borrow
Drifting, threadbare, stained and bruised
Inhale, exhale, take it in
Inhale, exhale, worn thin
Mislaid plans and selfish deeds
I trade for coin toss choices
The more I think, the less I see
And each thought ferments to poison
Inhale, exhale, take it in
Inhale, exhale, worn thin
No longer, competing
Cannot escape this feeling
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11. |
Five Fights Four
02:20
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12. |
Nervous Garden
03:06
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Climb sagging roofs of Walter Reed
They stood alone together and scattered seeds
Actions not meant
Words left unsaid
All those regrets
Trapped in their heads
Once vibrant hues, gone pale and gray
Once walked the straight and narrow, now gone astray
Actions not meant
Words left unsaid
All those regrets
Trapped in their heads
Dread clogs his veins
That nervous taste
She feels the same
Deny the strain
Eat lies like food
Packing on pounds
No longer care to ration
In small amounts
Actions not meant
Words left unsaid
All those regrets
Trapped in their heads
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13. |
Obsidere
02:42
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The tools the time the press
I chose never to let it rest
A chain, a cuff, a yoke and bit
These things, these things my only fit
Half my life has come and gone
Problem is I still feel young
I yield myself to everyone
As promises fall off my tongue
Gray a mix of black and white
Life a mix of wrong and right
We kept our taste but lost our sight
And tossed our crumbs into the night
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14. |
Accident No. 2
05:22
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The Mauls Washington, D.C.
It's all been done before. Will all be done again. Still just a few cents off. It must be close enough.
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