1. |
Nasty Facts
01:14
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It's a nasty fact
Gotta destroy everything that's still in tact
Panic attack
What can I do? My nerves are starting to crack
Anxiety
Creepin in my head and all inside of me
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Trip Wire
01:56
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So fragile
So helpless
Consumerism
Has turned you into a vegetable
Step out of line before it turns
into a trip wire
commit your crimes before you burn
and get yourself committed
And so what?
You can't help it
It's hard to walk away
When your shoes are laced with land mines
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3. |
Taking Sides/Outta Line
02:16
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Taking Sides:
Trash your standards as they come
Dont mind my manners
We're just having fun
Been taking chances with not taking sides
Cuz I'm a goner
Just wasting time tipping scales
Feeling like my only future is death or jail
So I'll take my chances with not taking sides
Cuz I'm a goner for sure
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4. |
Get Robbed
01:28
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Stacked my mind against what I've got left
There's nothing there to protect
It's got a right to get robbed
The doors are open
You can take what you want
Never cared to know what happens next
Peered inside and I'm hexed
It's just a lot to weigh on
The doors are closing
And someone's changing the locks
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Wasting Puke
01:27
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Just wasting time til I'm hungry again
Or til I can fall asleep
Death's just too much work
Been wasting away
Too lazy to die so I'm wasting
Eat cuz I'm bored
Puke cuz I'm bored
Rob your stores
Bash my head in the door
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Outdates Amherst, Massachusetts
An American history of rock and roll condensed into a one minute song.
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