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Dead Liver
01:55
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washed up//dead liver fuck
blame the world for your problems
to justify your buzz
forty years old//no kids
six people in your house//all pigs
life of shit//loser anarchy
take a look in the mirror//and tell me what you see
burnt out//no hope
the systems out to get you//all cope
you run your mouth
all talk
where are your peers?
where has the time gone?
life is passing you by
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2. |
All Work//No Play
01:53
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all work//no play
burnt out//low pay
spend my life in a fucking wage cage
boot pressed on my neck
all work//no play
no time//no say
victim of my circumstance
piss tested to my death
all work//no play
burnt out//low pay
alarm rings//another shift
drag my beaten body//through this shit
time stands still//and mocks me as i stare
throw a match//watch it burn//ask me if i care
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3. |
Strikeout
02:09
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step in the box
eyes are locked
only you control fate
trapped//in the land of dreams
stories//write themselves
swinging//for the fences
fighting off a strikeout
swing and a miss
down in the count
nothing to do
but defend
trapped//in the land of dreams
stories//write themselves
swinging//for the fences
fighting off a strikeout
triumph//a testament to will
fighting for all our lives in a game that's built to kill
swing and a miss
down in the count
nothing to do
but defend
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4. |
Abandoned
01:33
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streets of filth
stinking mess
staring down
rotting flesh
abandoned
left behind
world moves on
passing by
judgment felt
by peering eyes
abandoned
left behind
whole city//left to ruin
fuck your judgment from behind a screen
click here//exploited humans
fantasy//beyond your dreams
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5. |
Sacred
02:52
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run out of gas//racing away in the night
paid my dues//and now it's time to move on with my life
seen it all//every state
the boring conversations//and every single face
desperation//it's all a fucking hoax
sell my shit//and live my life among the sacred oaks
tossed aside//squandered youth
drowning in fake bullshit//isolate in truth
state of disrepair//becomes default state
all i've seen is nothing//and all i feel is hate
cast away//all the hate and greed
flee the land//lay my seed
burnt bridges all collapse into ash
drive away//and leave it all in the past
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RASKOL Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
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