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A Million Lifetimes
03:44
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A million lifetimes
A million lifetimes, the sea reclaims the shore
Memories remembered
But I’ve forgotten many more
So many others like us
Like those who came before
Years treading water
With nothing much to show
I promised you my love
And you gave yours in return
We set out on this life
With few expectations
It really begs the question
But I didn’t know it then
Why’s it so impossible
To ever get ahead
A million lifetimes
I was always told that
The cream rises to the top
And those who climb the ladder
Are those that bother to show up
But long nights at the foundry
I saw it clear as day
scum rises to the top
By cutting workers pay
These years have seen the fruit
of a long ago planted seed
It’s roots reach every house of power, feeding corporate greed
Money for a million lifetimes,
more than anyone could need
Exponential wealth wrung from us
Chokes us like a weed
A million lifetimes
It don’t take a genius to see
the numbers don’t work out
To Extract wealth from the working class
Is what it’s always been about
Socialize the losses, offshore all the gains
Once again it’s the rest of us, left holding the bag
Despite my better judgement
I hope some day we’ll find a way
To set aside our grievance and fight the real enemy
Take courage when the time comes,
There’s more of us than them
Never forget that their means justifies their end
A million lifetimes
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Only America
03:19
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Only America
You can’t believe their audacity
coming at you with the full weight of their stupidity
and there ain’t no stopping that fucking train because what they think is just too ingrained
Too far gone beyond reach
depth of their “faith and love” beseech
an end to a future
a war against culture
an extinction event that’s past the breech
And there ain’t no telling where next they’re going to show
and there ain’t no limits to the depths they’ll go
And the extent of their grievance make up for lack of achievements
but they got one thing up their sleeve and that’s violence
They got one trick up their sleeve
they got one trick up their sleeve
and that’s violence
the same as it always
was
Only America!
Only America!
somewhere out in flyover hell there’s a sleeper cell And you know full well
they’ll bring the full weight of their certainty in a bloody spree to you and me
Every other week it seems to me
And they’ll think they’re going
out in a blaze of
glory
And the headline always tells the same story...
Only America!
Only America!
So what’s it gonna be?
Civil war and anarchy?
What’s the endgame to this dumpster fire?
Half these clowns are Immune to satire
The rest will die of coronavirus
Clutching their MyPillow as the world moves on
Without them
They’ll be clutching their MyPillow as the
world moves on without them
Only America!
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Homeland
02:27
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Homeland
No amount of macho posturing can convince me you’re correct
I’ve seen where you come from
it’s hollowed out and totally wrecked
Come at me with your truck balls, your arsenal packed in your trunk
tells me who first to break into
to load up on ammo if I need to restock
All the promise of a rebirth, bringing it back to the time of the whites
Shouting out no one will replace ya
Stagger back to your trailer park in Flatlander Heights
I’ve seen your promised land, utopian white man extremes
vape stores, MAGA signs and dead gay kids
needles washed up on the beach
It’s your home land
So glorious, behold the splendor
Eeking out existence for what?
To feed the empires hunger for weapons hoping someday you’ll get a cut?
No one around to break the news
Your glory days are long since past
The kids no longer on speaking terms and your exes can all kiss your ass
It’s your home land
Your personal failures inextricably tied to the intransigence of your views
Reinforced 24/7 every time you turn on the News
I’ve seen your vision of the world,
Seen the end result
Broken men, broken lives and it’s always someone else’s fault
It’s always someone else’s fault
Big strong man brings home the bacon
“I make the money she spends it”
Wall Street sends your job overseas and you turn around and defend it
They got you wrapped around their finger and it pains me you don’t even see it,
Your head so far up your own ass I don’t even know where to start
It’s your homeland
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4. |
The Olds
03:43
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The Olds
We tried asking nicely, but the answer’s always no
An acquiescing smile is the best they can do
Through no choice of our own we’re going down on this sinking ship
Boomers livin their best life at everyone else’s expense
Ignore the fire ragin beyond your white picket fence
And wars that make your friends rich are always the best defense
The need for infinite growth that their system requires
Don’t give a shit today about tomorrow’s funeral pyres
Entire nations’s populations thrown on the sacrificial altar
…and the markets have responded favorably
Cuz the olds are gonna get us all killed
Sins of the fathers visited on the boys and girls
And world war 3
Never been so easy
They’ll outlast us all from their bunkers
Don’t envy the cockroach, who lives despite it all
Reanimated tardigrades that survived the fall
Take me in the first wave baby I don’t want to see how it ends
Cuz the olds are gonna get us all killed
Sins of the fathers visited on the boys and girls
And world war 3
Never been so easy
They’ll outlast us all from their bunkers
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5. |
What Remains
04:54
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What Remains
What is left
What remains
Weaving through the shades of grey
Rejecting certainty
What is left
What remains
Flashbacks of what could have been our hopes and dreams
Cuz we’re all living on borrowed time as it is
What is left
What remains
Take a look
Deep within
Grasping for a sign
Of divine intervention
You may think
It’s a test
Blind indifference from your maker
you’re forsaken like the rest
When you’ve lost all faith in sacred claims
What is left
What remains
If you need
A fear of hell
To motivate yourself to find some reason in it all
I don’t know
What to say
I could fight with all my might
But you’ll believe it anyway
It’s only natural
To seek order
Building constructs in our mind
enforcing artificial borders
Jumbled contradictions
in order to stay sane
What is left
What remains
What is left
What remains
I’m still here
You’re still here
Now what are we gonna do?
Who are they fooling?
This ain’t no game
The safe and complacent curse our future for short term gain
We’re all living on borrowed time as it is
What is left
What remains
Resignation
to how or why
there’s no answer to the questions that’ll leave me satisfied
What comes after?
What’s it all for?
Without forward progression
This world’s a fucking chore
Try to remember
the last time you felt alive
I wanna live, not just survive
Take these moments in your hand
The world keeps on turning through the good times and the bad
A planted garden in fresh tilled land
Intentions for a future that the spirit understands
We’re more than a series of successes and mistakes
what is left is what we make
What remains is what we create
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