1. |
Living The Dream
02:47
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The government creates the laws
A set of rules they use to keep you docile
They put all their trust in God
Just a tool they use to keep you feudal
We are living the dream
Bought in the land of the sheep
Gunshots, Blood loss
You can’t justify this holocaust
There’s no loss, For big boss
Democracy at all costs
Talking heads always at odds
Bombarded senses meant to keep you tribal
Spending billions dropping bombs
Your loyalty won’t guarantee survival
We are living the dream
Bought in the land of the sheep
Gunshots, Blood loss
You can’t justify this holocaust
There’s no loss, For big boss
Democracy at all costs
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2. |
Nosebleed
02:22
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Surround yourself with people who have nowhere else to go
Keep yourself distracted ‘cause you’re scared to be alone
Swimming in your poison growing toxic through the years
The party’s never over when you house all the beer
You’re falling on yourself again
(No sleep! nose bleed!)
Hanging on to your fairweather friends
(No friends! Dead end!)
Line up all your problems and chances that you’ve blown
The hook is in and pulling down on everyone you known
Drown out all the noise that’s ringing in your ears
The party’s never over until you disappear
You’re falling on yourself again
(No sleep! nose bleed!)
Hanging on to your fairweather friends
(No friends! Dead end!)
You’re falling on yourself again
(No sleep! nose bleed!)
Hanging on to your fairweather friends
(No friends! Dead end!)
(No sleep! nose bleed!)
(No end! Dead friends!)
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3. |
Still Paying
01:49
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Got a compulsion for overconsumption
Maxed out cards satiate my kink for indulgence
I show off it in a decadent display
Breaking the bank just to throw it away
And I’m still paying
And I’m still paying
And I’m still paying
And I’m still paying
Addicted to bottles and luxury models
I’m on the decline about to hit bottom
I show off it in a decadent display
Breaking the bank just to throw it away
And I’m still paying
And I’m still paying
And I’m still paying
And I’m still paying
Yeah, you know Mötley Crüe
And I’m still paying
And I’m still paying
And I’m still paying
And I’m still paying
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4. |
The Machine
02:47
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They hear us talking from our pockets
Better watch what you say
They conspire through the wire
My brain is starting to fray
Analyze, identify, populate the array
They’ll take our voices and destroy us
The only choice is obey
They’re watching you from behind the screen
A billion eyes see everything
Data mined while you sleep
New algorithmic reality
The singularity is now complete
Feed yourself to the machine
They hide in plain sight, even inside
Steal the thoughts that we stream
Assemble sound bytes, gather insight
To reprogram our dreams
Mastermind, by design realign our beliefs
You’re either with them or against them
And there’s no in between
They’re tracking you from behind the scenes
The fine print that we didn’t read
Data mined while you sleep
New algorithmic reality
The singularity is now complete
Feed yourself to the machine
Data mined while you sleep
New algorithmic reality
The singularity is now complete
Feed yourself to the machine
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5. |
The Fringe
02:57
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Stuck in a loop, I can’t break the cycle
Every day’s the same, it just won’t change
When everything’s the same, nothing’s the same
And I can feel it in my brain, it feels like I’m going insane
Can’t contain the tendencies, they’re growing inside of me
Telling me to end it all, the voices want it violently
Controlling and poisoning, I can’t even disagree
Feeling incomplete, don’t know what to believe
When I’m on the fringe
When I’m on the fringe
Withdrawn, stuck at home
Depressed, so alone
Broken walls, broken bones
God, it’s a tight rope walk
When you’re on the…
The hours go by, it feels like we’re in a loop
Feels like the only way it’ll stop is to end it all
Sometimes it just doesn’t change, the pain doesn’t go away
It’s inexplicable, I can’t- If you-
You wouldn’t understand If i tried to explain
It’s not- It’s not in one spot, it's everywhere
They keep telling me to- They keep telling me it’s happening
Can’t contain the tendencies, they’re growing inside of me
Telling me to end it all, the voices want it violently
Controlling and poisoning, I can’t even disagree
Feeling incomplete, don’t know what to believe
When I’m on the fringe
When I’m on the fringe
Trapped inside, don’t feel alive
Wake up just to survive
Suicide? I can’t decide
God, it’s a tight rope walk
When you're on the…
Fringe
When you’re on the fringe
When you’re on the fringe
When you’re on the fringe
Trapped inside, don’t feel alive
Wake up just to survive,
Suicide? I can’t decide
God, it’s a tight rope walk
When you’re on the…
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6. |
Xenozealot
01:30
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You fear the people around you
Can’t stand their so-called values
More people should think like you do
Assimilate to your worldview
You don’t mind being lied to
Take pride in dawning the jackboot
Outrage that’s brewing inside you
Gives way to hate that defines you
Xenophobic zealot!
Politicians talking in circles
World leaders lying like dogs
Alternative facts that blind you
Your morals are an afterthought
Xenophobic zealot!
Xenophobic zealot!
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Suburban Rituals Montreal, Québec
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Their brand of alternative rock combines elements of heavy music into a headbanging but catchy cocktail.
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