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Extinction
03:28
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oh it's all in my head
I woke up screaming, I thought I was dead
oh I want a child
but I don't know if the world's worthwhile anymore
I didn't ask to be born
I didn't ask for these feelings or anxieties
sometimes it feels like I'm waiting
I don't think the world can change anymore
because that's naive
oh it's all in my head
I woke up screaming, I wished I was dead
oh I want a child
but I don't think that the world's worthwhile anymore
sometimes it feels like I'm waiting
waiting for the extinction
of human beings
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2. |
Burn
04:29
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sickness inside my body
a rage I can't control
it makes me want to die before I get old
because I can't stand all these people
they way they smile as if there's nothing wrong
I had a dream I was the devil
I sent them all to hell just to watch them burn
always surrounded by greed
the "north" is just a disease
some like to think it's a remedy
and I can't stand all those people
they way they laugh as if the earth was made for them
I had a dream I was god
I flooded the whole world just to watch them drown
I had a dream I was the devil
I had a dream I was god
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3. |
Slim Chance
04:04
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5. |
Pigs are Pink
04:12
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he's just a man with a big stick
follow the rules or you'll get hit
you think here's here for protection
he just exists because we need him to
keep the rich rich and satisfied
and if you're poor you will be terrorized
he's just a man with a small brain
so take this rock and smash it in his face
right and wrong
don't know what to choose
they're just concepts we invented
don't make it so romantic
black and white
you say you're colorblind
but that's ignoring the problem
the system of oppression
pigs are pink
cops are better dead
politicians are all liars
let's set them all on fire
black and white
don't know what to choose
they're just concepts we invented
don't make it so romantic
right and wrong
concepts we invented
don't make it so romantic
just take care of this planet
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6. |
Jaded Guy
03:10
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I had a dream when I was still naive
that I could change mankind
and bad things would just die
I grew up grew old and now I'm just jaded
surrounded by these things
my revolution died
oh no
I'll blame everyone except for myself
don't come to me for answers
because I have none
little boys are throwing rocks and men with guns
and I just shake my head
they'll all just end up dead
but in their hearts is something I have always lacked
the fire to fight on
and dream of something more
oh no
I'll blame everyone except for myself
I gave up a long time ago
don't listen to me
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7. |
Society is a game
02:37
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they're all evil inside
and they want us to be blind
you sell your soul for some bread
an hour at a time
and when you're sick of this life
you're invited to die
but don't you think that it's weird
the only thing you fear
is never having enough
what does that even mean
society's a game
and you don't have to play
they're all vampires inside
they'll suck you dry
they like us dumb and confused
while we just consume
yeah the 1% is bad
but so are all those rich hags
and don't you think that it's weird
the biggest thing we fear
is breaking out of these chains
society's a game
and they made all the rules
so stop playing the fool
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8. |
Swim
03:35
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no he don't know
how it feels to swim
when you're all alone
he closes his eyes till he gets home
hugs his wife and goes to sleep
tries to forget what he's seen
and when he wakes he's nothing
no they don't know
how it feels to swim
when you're by yourself
I don't buy what they sell
I build my own house
breast-stroke against the waves
even though it's harder this way
when I wake up I'm awake
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