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Intro
00:30
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2. |
Wednesday/Thursday
03:30
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Wednesday/Thursday
It’s Wednesday
Your guns are all empty
And when I cut my self
I bleed absolute nothing
Today I have the power instead of the cowards
And I built a force field that lasts twenty-four hours
I’m not alone but surrounded
By a world that’s astounded
With its achievement of peace
And cure for disease
There’s no drought
No one pouts
No one lies
Not a single tear drop falls from anyone’s eyes
And there’s no censor
For every single question there’s a simple answer
No one’s angry
No one hates
Every single person’s as rich as it takes
But no one cares
No matter how you look no one ever stares
Like children in the street we play
So Wednesday becomes our independence day
It’s Thursday
The worlds a bit blurry
And no one seems to care
That I’m worried
The sky cries raindrops of disappointment
The world’s a third degree burn and we’re all out of ointment
So we blister
And now we’re all stuck playing "hey mister"
Begging for change
In our lives and in our pockets
Our souls are being drained from electrical sockets
And no one hears me ranting:
"All the armies are advancing!"
Schools become battlefields
Enticing youth while painting surreal,
Images. Ones of chaos and wealth
Manipulating circumstance to advance the self
See life has become an abstract rendition
Of constant contradiction mixed with cruel intention
So Thursday
Would be the worst day
It’s left me thirsty
There’s always Friday
Two times!
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3. |
An Accusation
03:40
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An accusation
It’s just another ordinary day
and i’m standing on the subway
i notice that everyone is staring at me and i wonder why
suddenly a guy in the back stands up
and he starts pointing at me
and everyone’s eyes turn bright red
like they’re filled with rage
or may be it’s fear
it’s hard to determine sometimes what people think
what they think of you
sometimes it doesn’t matter at all
and other times, other times it can just cause lots of problems
Late night
helicopter spotlight
shines down on me
is it an accusation
is it a tractor beam
is it finally gonna take me to the place I want to be
Why would you
You never let go
Your mind
Has been abducted
it’s all vague pieces in my mind
it started with the sticker on my passport
and then there’s images of a burning mosque
and there’s the media, the television, people fighting over religion
and they just keep playing it over and over and over again
and they’re standing next to my bed
and i’m siting there on their table
i just don’t know what’s going on
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4. |
Envy
04:41
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Envy
Envy
Bends me like I’m malleable
Invaluable
I’m the mage
Trapped in all the shallow shades of…
Beige!
Skin so soft
I wear you like a jacket
You’re my epidermal shackle
Everything I lack, it's
Ridiculous
To don these many layers
If my exterior was invisible it would answer all my prayers
If the world was colour blind
They’d still see black and white
If the world was blind folded
They’d fight over the light
Seems like no matter what eyes see
They only see what’s there
’cause to see past superficial would be too much for eyes to bare
too much for eyes to bare
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5. |
Scarred Tattoo
06:36
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Scarred Tattoo
A scarred tattoo
At best a broken jaw
I imagine yellow suns
But still I wish upon a star
A crossbow to the head
A night under the knife
All for a dame slammed on the breaks
And nearly lost my life
As far as weekends go
This had to be the worst
The marks over my body
Remind me of my curse
To blind to see
The outcome of loyalty
’cause all those I kept in mind
stabbed me from behind
as I look back at the wreckage
I take it as a message
If I was put here to die
Then I shouldn’t even try
But one wound after another
Leaves smothered and uncovered
I’ll recover
A scarred tattoo
At best a broken jaw
I imagine yellow suns
But still I wish upon a star
Lying in the hospital
I heard him from a far
I can’t believe the world for me
could have ended in a car
when the detectives came
and took him away
I was lucky enough to see another day
I still think about the outcome of my decisions
And i'll probably never forget
I’m reminded by incisions
One jacked up weekend
I’m sick of thinking
if my eyes keep blinking
I’ll be left with nothing
(Tabla Outro…)
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6. |
Disenchanted
03:58
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Disenchanted
(chanting " i just don’t give up")
Right across the street
The air smells sweeter
The vibrant illusion
Of my so-called fever
Could I be the beloved
Or the cheap thrill seeker
In this cold reality
The truth is I’m neither
Shove it back inside the package
Return to sender
You’re just average
You’re nothing special
You don’t feel equal
The mood is never tranquil
And it never will be
I’m disenchanted
my foes all vanquished
to end the rampage I spoke another language
no matter how much I cry
the sun will still be there when I wake up
I can’t ensure that I’ll endure
Another day of feeling this way
This tightened face
It plays charades
I’m being vague
But that’s OK
See, I’m fragile
Like the moment before you spill your guts
No more eloquence
I just don’t give a fuck / up
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7. |
My Dark Sunglasses
02:36
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My dark sunglasses
The blood I bleed I bleed form my heart
With each drop my soul falls apart
Next to nothing is all that I’ve got
But winding bending curving lines
Wet my lips and close my eyes
If I cant see it
It wont hurt
If I can t hear it
It wont hurt
So with a blade of rage
and a shield woven by apathy
I venture forth to fight the next catastrophe
Bliss is a concept to hard to grasp
My willingness to succeed has collapsed
But fear not for I don’t care
My every breath is a cloudy stare
And soon once more the time will emerge
And from the bottom a seedling
To grow, enrapture,
The arms of a dandelion
With gleaming teeth to smile
Pressure overcoming every word I utter
Be warned my soldier carries a gun
And shots ring out where ever he roams
The timid and shy like seedling emerge
To fight and to die an honorable death
For love that is lost is never forgotten
Just like all wet hairs in the rain that suppresses
But the sky is much clearer through my dark sunglasses
Sky is much clearer through my…
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8. |
War Crimes
02:51
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War Crimes
I’m not my father
I’m the oracle
the lyrical miracle
I’m filling that hole in my soul
with spiritual Spackle
caught in a debacle
smoking Waco-tobacco
words in a conundrum
over the bass drum
if life was a needle
it’d be stuck in the eye
of the norm of the storm
I cuddle with chaos to stay warm
Like love letters with no postage, man
I wandered from land to land with marker in hand
clenched fist could have caused carpal tunnel
all the races in a funnel siphoned out to be the modern man
and they wonder why the world has gone under
because we don’t except we label keeping the balance unstable
like some who concentrate there power to create
a world polluted by corporate clowns turning smiles upside down
little rich girl
never seen her daddy’s world
all the money that he stole all the lives out of control for what, greed, the need to succeed
Disease resides in the mind
Frequently travels through time
And lovers pay for war crimes
The mothers pay for war crimes
I’ll shake the world like an etch-a sketch
And hopefully the rest can catch
My drift
A pivotal moment to deposit there opinion
I’m peeling the layers of an onion
The core is marketed , yes
again in pursuit of capital
the out come being volatile
the stocks in family value are depleted but still the beats repeated
so the
message in conceived and hopefully received
with open ears and joy full tears
the truth is no one succeed without failing first
so in a burst of anxious power
I make my rivals cower
and realize that all along they where
incognito, diseased like a mosquito
plaguing there own mind
and walking a thin line between the
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb….
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9. |
New World
04:49
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New world
on the
shores of a new world
from the depths of a tired heart
a sigh of relief spills
off the lips of the torn apart
he cracks a smile at the sight
of the buildings in the sky
a welcome change from the
city where he saw his brothers die
he does the work that we refuse to
swallows all of his pride
sends money back to his family
still waiting for him on the other side
the natives ridicule him
point there finger at his differences
but he’s proud of where he came from
though the masses can be dismissive
LAND OF THE FREE!!!!
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10. |
Poetry
04:23
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Poetry
You think your blows can hurt me?
I could destroy your whole world with one syllable of poetry
Who are you to judge me?
You associate with those who hate and fill their hearts with jealousy
It must have been the bland tea
No sugar as sweet as evil can be
Of course I’m fucking angry
I’m sick of all the people who think they’re better than me
I’m caught up in your cliché web
Your sighs and laughs they all seem glib
Hatred gets the best of me
And I make you drink the glass of tears filled by your stupidity
Choke
I hope it’s hard to swallow
And burns with every gulp you take your mistake's that you follow
You sheep
I’m sheering every strand of smug so nothings left but grief
Now you’re naked, quivering in fear
I reach out my hand to help you but you will not come near
I’m not your enemy
I’m just showing you the torment you cause people like me
One syllable
Truth / Love
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11. |
Exist
03:47
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Exist
The
The day
The day is over
and I feel like I have no where to go
I should wander the earth
Bowing before the strangers that don’t know
We’re all connected
In instances as simple as a thought
I try and stare into there eyes
But wind up getting caught
By empty stares
The blank expression
They seem so unaware
You exist
You are more than just a thing behind a desk
And this world is made for you to make them rich
I’m
I’m standing
I’m standing in a sea of statues
Hoping that by shaking them
they’ll come to
This terracotta army is the one who
Litters the sidewalk in the city that i walk through
You exist
Beyond what you think this is
You could be the one to think us out of nothingness
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12. |
Ignorance + Hidden Track
10:08
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Ignorance
What if I could see you
Would you say to me
All the time
You’ve been so cold
I’ve hid inside
And if words could mend your eyes
I’d scream a thousand times
I’d scream a thousand times
Why do you hate
…and you could hide behind you mask
and raise your hand in wicked rhymes
and hear me scream a thousand times
Why do you hate me
~~WHY~~
Stop the, HATE
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