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GILT - Black and Blue
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You get told to respect the man who did this to you
Protecting you from yourself, he’s only doing his job
You get told to respect the man who did this to you
But it’s never enough to make him stop
The idea of a straight and narrow path
Was carved into an otherwise unmarked stretch of land
“In God We Trust” was an afterthought
Cause faith is a process, but money changes hands
(Money changes hands)
Besides, it took some time for the blue paint on the eyes to dry
Contacts sold separately
And sometimes it gets so frequent
That the bruises overlap and blur
And I’m caught between forgetting so I can rest
And remembering how it hurt
And sometimes it gets so frequent
That the bruises overlap and blur
And I guess you’re ‘colorblind’ so you don’t see it
Cause if you did it’d be worse
They’re debating what King said
While I’m still trying to bury the dead
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C0MPUTER - La Raza
01:10
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LETHE - BAIT
01:40
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endless chatter noise pollution all good words gone to waste nothing said nothing done all talk is useless you're gassing up my thoughts & you've struck the match that sets the light you're mixing up whats fact you're mixing up what's fiction and you force it on me blank stares empty minds your voice keeps droning on this has all been a waste a series of lies all you do is talk and talk and talk substance out the window, out the door endless chatter noise polution your honeyed tongue spinning stories tales as strange as they come twisted words sharpened daggers a crown of thorns 'pon my brow fuck it I swear by it I've become the spirit of truth break it down all talk is useless endless chatter noise pollution all this chatter is noise pollution
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JOYEATER - NAILBITER
01:28
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Wreath - Time's Coming
01:53
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Pseudo - Outlaws
02:50
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Tell me how it's going to end
After I lose my very last friend.
Should I continue even then?
All the lessons I've been taught,
All the troubles that I fought.
Those will not matter when I leave
To that God awful place
To pay the price for our patriarch's mistakes.
They're just sacks of bones too anyway.
Took too long to try and too long to fight.
Too many executions of too many far too close to home.
Butchered by centuries of lies
Propagated in our heads,
Reverberated when we turn mad.
Hardwired to a newborn's Settings.
And bugs can always be patched
But crises in our code need to be addressed
Long before a person's life is cut out.
So don’t let nobody use as a tool to enforce suffering.
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