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All Your Own
04:20
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Numb, stimulated nerves
Emptiness of words
A soft and glowing box
In the morn, the sounding of the horn
The laboring forlorn
Like a plow upon the ox
You can wake, a world in which you find
An openness of mind
And a reverence for the unknown
You can purge, yourself of all your fears
When the safety net's disappeared
And your soul is all your own
Stay, beleaguered and sustained
Meager and in disarray,
but with everything you need
Misaligned, chemically combined
Deaf and dumb and blind
By a trough full of your feed
You can wake, a world in which you find
An openness of mind
And a reverence for the unknown
You can purge, yourself of all your fears
When the safety net's disappeared
And your soul all is your own
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I live to my proportions in the letter of the law
I'm a good little boy, I do what I'm told
I place my faith in governmental consensus
And put my money down to what is sold
Centered in the department of public relations
They say, "Pleasure to the Betterment of Health!"
They say that we're in charge of the machinery at large
But we're just cattle with a sense of self
So long, so long
I won't remember this at all
Not like the way things used to be
Shake hands, keep quiet
Purchase, repeat
Dearest oblivion come to me
I check my screen for an update every minute or so
I am an advertisement of myself
With electronic discharge going into the brain
We don't need anything else
We're all living in the pocket of the vacuum tube
With no regard for the cost
The illusion's come alive, and we're just trying to imbibe
A blurry line is too easy to cross
So long, so long
I won't remember this at all
Not like the way things used to be
Shake hands, keep quiet
Purchase, repeat
Dearest oblivion come to me
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Terraform and actuarial
Synesthetic suspect located
Cars and trucks on expressways
Surveillance cameras and dials and knobs
Cold comfort complacency routine
Routine
Routine
Repeat
Repeat
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Where are the captains who will pilot the machine
We can't fly it our own
They died like dinosaurs when an asteroid hit earth
Now I just want to keep my home
We're all good people, I work hard and feed my family
Just seems we're just running out the clock
Skyscrapers crashing down
Down
Down
Like waves they're crashing down
Down
Down
Skyscrapers crashing down
Down
Down
Like waves they're crashing down
They told us fight us the man who's skin won't look like ours
They told us liberate the poor
We gave them everything and still they hate our way of life
I guess we'll just go back for more
I prayed and voted for the man who walked and talked like me
But still I'm not too big to fail
Skyscrapers crashing down
Down
Down
Like waves they're crashing down
Down
Down
Skyscrapers crashing down
Down
Down
Like waves they're crashing down
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Where Did It Go Wrong?
04:14
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We were young
And in love
Doing as we please
Now we're old
With nothing left but
To mourn the death of possibilities
Saying
Where did it go wrong, how did it go wrong?
Where did it go wrong, how did it go wrong?
Where did it go wrong
I always thought the world would treat me right
Never thought it'd put up a fight
I was wrong
For too long
I'm alone
I an empty room
With my memories and regrets
I could call
But I'm afraid
There might just be nothing left
Saying
Where did it go wrong, how did it go wrong?
Where did it go wrong, how did it go wrong?
Where did it go wrong
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#dystopia
02:36
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Death to Rockville Pike
03:58
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You know I'd really like to leave this town someday
I gave it all i had and it just spit it back my way
So now when I wear the suit or don the toupee
I keep searching for the meaning but i only find dismay
Got my car, got my degree
Put my faith in the white patriarch hegemony
Only problem now my life is cable TV
600 channels but nothing left to see
Now I'm frail, I'm all alone
My mind is filled to the brim of what might have been
and I'm scared to the bone
I'm a long long way from the days of my youth
The only thing worse than getting old is getting to the truth
I was a afraid when i was younger I didn't know what to do
And the path of least resistance seemed like a good thing to resign to
But even back then when i took the job i knew
That it'd only be a little while before i just a suit
So now that i've sold my soul to the american third reich
And we're all jaded and medicated and dated all alike
And as we march toward oblivion on our one last glory hike
I have one thing left to say and that's death to rockville pike
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