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What You're Dying For
02:36
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Strapping on your boots for war
Pacing as you hit the door
Not too sure you'll make it, but at least you'll be the one adored
Bullets fly, you hit the floor
Now you're even more unsure
None of you are leaving 'til your country gets a quick reward
Foreign lands you will explore
Victims deaths will go ignored
Fighting for your freedom, but you do it on your own accord
Bodies sprawled out on the floor
Hero of a made up war
Now you're feeling guilty cause you found out what you're dying for
Dying for, What you're dying for
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2. |
Mind On Vacation
01:53
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Take your mind on vacation
Getting caught up in madness
Yeah, you're tangled at the knees
Said you're running out of options
With your fragile self esteem
You witnessed something graphic
Right before you reached your teens
And you're dealing with the outcome
Cause nobody heard your screams
Feel your innocence depleting
When you verbalized your needs
Your words are taken lightly
Cause they don't know how to read
The traces and the evidence
You wore it on your sleeve
But you're dealing with the outcome
Cause nobody heard your screams
Take your mind on vacation
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3. |
Don't Lie To Me
00:51
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4. |
Around My Throat
02:52
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I left you broken and unwell
Watched you fall into the water well
Tried to offer you some rope
But it tangled all around my throat
Cause I'm choking on my words as if I said something absurd
But we know all the little games you play were written in the dirt
Your rules are so obscure and all your riddles left unturned
But we know karma has a place for you
It's underneath your skirt
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Talkabouts
01:47
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Everything you say about only makes me upset
Talking like its over, buddy, I ain't even done yet
I don't wanna know about it, I could give a fuck less
But you talk about it anyway
You're poking at a topic that will only make you regret
Limiting your options with your funny little slight threats
I don't wanna know about it, I could give a fuck less
But you talk about it anyway
(Ra-ta-ta-taaaa)
We are nothing,
Aren't you something
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6. |
Tiptoe (ft. Killmoure)
00:50
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Vocals by Killmoure
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7. |
Brotherhood
03:02
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In the name of "brotherhood"
They'll leave you hanging if they could
Words are thrown and guns are drawn
Let's call it, Let's call it, Let's call it off
Empty clips with fatal blows
The kids are hiding in their homes
For the monsters always roam
They'll catch you when you are alone
Living for yourself
Fuck everybody else
They'll terrorize your neighborhood
They'll take your baby if they could
Cause they're vile and despicable
But we all know they're capable
Of murder in the first degree
From puncturing an artery
They'll get away with battery
And kill you even when you sleep
Living for yourself
Fuck everybody else
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8. |
Propaganda Analyst
04:04
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Creepy, crawly, terrible things
Challenge you 'til morning
Settle when the evening news is on
Propaganda analyst leaving all their wishes on your chin
Now they've become more
Then you can explore
So they'll leave you with a necklace
And they'll leave you with a chip
Taking what you came here with
And leave you with a kiss
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