1. |
inside man
01:36
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no peace
no freedom
no time to be
contained behind bars
trying hard
to find some peace here
knowing well
a body’s who we are
confined to existence
don’t try and resist this
only gray
it’s dissipating
my sense of self
the things i’d become
who am i
i feel you fading
the drawing board
the things undone
confined to existence
don’t try and resist this
burning down the buildings
empty all the vaults
the floor is just the ceiling
we only are what frees us all
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2. |
concealed carry
03:03
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you thought you could
unchain your mind
remain untouched
get left behind
violence takes over
they won’t let you win
blink and it’s over
they’re under your skin
obsessive mind
taken to your grave
to live or die
your pain unnamed
cancerous odors
on streets you don’t know
a weight on your shoulders
a face you won’t show
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3. |
charred remains
01:58
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a target on your back
no chance to sleep at night
a terrorizing dream
is just life as it seems
forced to live in this nightmare
set this world on fire
forced to live in this nightmare
programmed to expire
lobotomized at birth
with evil in their eyes
the lights go off again
they pray for earth’s demise
forced to live in this nightmare
set this world on fire
forced to live in this nightmare
programmed to expire
FORCED
TO LIVE
IN THIS NIGHTMARE
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4. |
fake spell
01:40
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open your heart
to the free market
genetically assigned
horde everything we find
feudal shit
financial risk
lies of course
a sinking ship
8 hours toil
your pain is your fault
8 fucking months
for simple assault
feudal shit
financial risk
lies of course
a sinking ship
leech on the wound
blood in the water
lateral move
into a slaughter
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skotos New York, New York
neil - bass + vocals
andy - guitar
terra - drums
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