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Lie
01:49
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a conscious consumer
can free your mind
a well-timed investment
can change your life
am i right?
we're bankrupt on buying
we're selling ourselves
distracted by the cause
and effect in this hell
i live a lie
a broken spirit
paralyzed minds
this mental prison
leaves us all so blind
afraid of the mirror
i am a lie
beneath the surface
i am a lie
transparent illusions, all of the time.
they wear us down, they rob us blind
its chaos theory, a sleepless night
can't look in the mirror
i know i am a lie
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2. |
Plastic Bag
01:53
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it's monday it started again rolled out of bed.
another drink, can of meat, lysol spray
it always piles up. under the sink.
HDPE lasts longer than me.
it's a plastic bag
it suffocates
it chokes you out
never goes away
another day, pulse is racing and i cant quit
a part of this world but only help to destroy it
cant eat, or drink, or enjoy things
without the guilt that seeps in
why do we create such waste
that never seems to go away?
it's a plastic bag
it suffocates
it chokes you out
never goes away
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3. |
Glut
03:15
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its emptiness a sad refrain
keep on moving, numb the pain
a black mold, that public stain
keeps forcing us down the drain
I feel the tension in the air
and It keeps telling me what I want to hear
they keep our minds filled up with glut
to shape the world as we lose touch
they force it down but it comes back up
i can't pretend no i won't adjust
we exist in emptiness. keep on moving. try to forget
you can't escape it, can't throw it away
we're all just trash anyway
i see the cracks in the veneer
can’t ignore the truth of what I feel
they keep our minds filled up with glut
to shape the world as we lose touch
they force it down but it comes back up
i can't pretend no i won't adjust
I won’t stay asleep
. i wont obey
this distorted view of reality
forced to consume
this make believe
cant live a lie
wont accept the dream
they keep our minds filled up with glut
to shape the world as we lose touch
they force it down but it comes back up
i can't pretend no i won't adjust
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4. |
Nothing
02:00
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nothing is nothing
it eats you alive
inhale the fumes
as it rots your mind
nothing is nothing
this caustic condition
its the same old story
this isn't living
forced to lick the boot
restrained into compliance
no imagination
in a world so callous
nothing is nothing
nothing is free
open your eyes
it's not a dream
reality is what it seems
it's not a dream
forced to lick the boot
restrained into compliance
the temperatures rising
the state more violent
when nothing is nothing
nothing is free
when nothing is nothing
there's nothing for me
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5. |
Ethical
02:54
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we all need to breathe
we've been deprived of oxygen
a disease of the mind with
no mass exhalation
stuck in a windowless room
as the world began to change
the mass graves forgotten with
a year that slipped away
"is this even ethical?"
the misuse of energy
a nexus of society
all the scales weighted towards
those with the most in this give and take
stuck in a windowless room
as life slowly slipped away
the profits always projecting
as we struggled for oxygen
"is this even ethical?"
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6. |
Off
01:54
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that feeling when your heart skips a beat
an attack on your own thoughts
it's never-ending, never beginning
it's deep inside, and i want it out
my eyes are burning, and my bodies hurting,
my skin feels like its peeling off
my minds gone blurry, a constant murmur
i’m staring death in the eye
a disconnected anger?
the body's memory of terror?
a primal form of survival?
a fabricated fear?
someone turn it off
in and out of reality cycles
nothing seems what it seems to be
can't change the channel, no going backward
nothing to ease this insanity
a disconnected anger?
the body's memory of terror?
a primal form of survival?
a fabricated fear?
someone turn it off
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7. |
A/B
02:42
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a to b
what's the point of anything
if nothing means nothing
then i'm buying everything
it's a to b
there's no point in between
an empty void
to be filled up with fantasies
a to b
a market-tested reality
it's a d to c world
that's sold us short on everything
we're living in a dream
got to escape the fantasy
a to b
there's more than what i see
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