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Public Outcry
02:33
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Every time you step outside
You find yourself inside a world
That's trying to fight against you
The machine on top of its regime
Is tryna find the reasons
To oppress you
I say hey why don't you come over here and dance?
Oh, that's right you're not allowed to have fun
Everybody is a victim of this cruel, inhuman system
It's your duty to save them
The lack of human empathy pertained to the majority is now unprecedented
I say hey why don't you crunch your numbers again?
Oh, that's right, you don't actually care
Take a shot
(Make sure to aim for my chest)
Burn the thought
(Am I allowed to digress?)
Stop the press
(This man commited a crime!)
I'm repressed
(This safe space is mine!)
Protected by an army
Hypocritic alarmists
You better check your privilege
Target all the monsters
that attack your insecurities
Hide inside a horde that feeds into
your sensibility
In dire need of labels
A frantic turn of tables
To better suit your self righteousness
Creating segregation
In the name of salvation
But you're not free from sin
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Red Neon Signs
02:57
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The writing's on the wall and it's a bright red neon sign
The storm's-a-brewing and I'm being left behind
The existential dread is settling in my mind
I can't wait
I know it's wrong but the rush is hard to match
Oh it is so difficult to just sit here and watch
How come all the signals are just now being dispatched?
I can't wait
To hear all about it once you've gotten home
Your parents left for drinks and now you're all alone
You wouldn't know how much I wish to make you my own
I can't wait
You've never looked so good
You've never seemed so bright
I wish you understood
How badly Alex was right
Because you have become
My favorite song to write
I think that you should know
That you're my favorite worst nightmare
All this friendly flirting is making my head spin
This dirty talking won't let me touch your skin
All I want to do is follow you into sin
I can't wait
The more I think about it, the more I lose my grip
There is no way in hell I'm surviving that trip
I'll give away my choices just to see you strip
I can't wait
You try to play it cool but we both know you're not shy
Your sweet ambitions make me want to cry
Oh I love the way you make me want to die
I can't wait
You've never looked so good
You've never seemed so bright
I wish you understood
How badly Alex was right
Because you have become
My ultimate desire
But you already know
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3. |
Museum
05:03
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She burns like a phoenix
and I cannot touch her wings
She turns into ash in my arms
I can't do anything
I can't force her out
because she is part of me
But I can't live like this
I don't know how much I can resist
She swims the northern sea
she's leading all my ships to wreck
She holds my heart in a jar
and I never know what to expect
Will you come back again?
to remind me that I'm stuck with you
I thought that you were my friend
And now I just want us to be through
I thought I found a place
inside of you where I could stay
but I am not your kind
I tried so hard to come around the
thought of leaving you but
I cannot unbind
Forget the time I said
I don't want you around
Come back to pick me up and burn me down
She lurks around the cave
where I go to lose my will
I'm sorry I ever asked
I just needed a placebo pill
But I'd still waste your time
even if it was just for the thrill
I need to leave this all behind
and run straight to the hills
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