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It's all downhill from here.
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For Their Cause
01:46
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Like blind, starving animals
They keep us weak and questioning
Feed into division and unrest
For their cause our world's depleting
Primal lingering scent of prebiotic death
If you're not rich like they are, you'll die with the rest
Counter-weighted history
A plan of no action
By people with no credentials
Keep the working class exhausted
Primal lingering scent of prebiotic death
If you're not rich like they are, you'll die with the rest
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You're Makin' Me Sick!
01:05
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Every choice is catastrophic
No more spinning wheels
It's time for redemption
This time is for real
Everything is on the line
I'm not looking back
There's no time for me to mourn
Anything I lack
There's got to be more to life
Than drugs and cigarettes
Or feeling sore about the world
You're makin' me sick
You're makin' me sick
You're makin' me sick.
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Negative Space
01:43
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I don't know who the fuck I am
I don't know where I fucking stand
Some things I just don't understand anyway
Something is missing, never know what got away
Come closer, stay a little longer
I only want to hurt you so I can feel stronger
Come closer, stay a little longer
I only want to hurt you so I can feel stronger
I can't let go of my guilt
It's like my insides have spilt
it seems that lately I don't know where to go
I speak for no one, I belong nowhere
Come closer, stay a little longer
I only want to hurt you so I can feel stronger
Come closer, stay a little longer
I only want to hurt you so I can feel stronger
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5. |
Abscess And Atrophy
01:17
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Something foul is trailing
Watching night and day
Something nasty is approaching
Hungry for decay
End this insanity
Abscess and atrophy
End this insanity
Abscess and atrophy
Spirit of negativity
Looming in our homes
Seasons of disconnection
Strangers in the cold
End this insanity
Abscess and atrophy
End this insanity
Abscess and atrophy
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Cradle Of Humanity
01:14
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Photo-op charity
Absence of clarity
Lack of vitamins
Superstitious medicine
So who's to blame for this tragedy?
To burn the mark on humanity
The most profitable action is to wipe them away
And start a new game for the dying to play
Death of a continent
Divergent figurehead
Complacent marketplace
Religious interface
So who's to blame for this tragedy?
To burn the mark on humanity
The most profitable action is to wipe them away
And start a new game for the dying to play
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7. |
Falling Down
01:08
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Drifting away
Solitary
With which I pay
Depression today
On my way down, there's no way out
Nowhere to go, I feel so alone
On my way down, there's no way out
Nowhere to go, feel so alone
Wash it away
All of your pain
This separation
Is my disdain
On my way down, there's no way out
Nowhere to go, I feel so alone
On my way down, there's no way out
Nowhere to go, feel so alone
On my way down, there's no way out
Nowhere to go, I feel so alone
On my way down, there's no way out
Nowhere to go, feel so alone
On my way down.
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