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A Certain Degree
01:43
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We've been fighting all our lives, it's an internal war
Fighting against limits that we just want to destroy
Fighting for the things that make us feel like more
With our hands and our hearts, we'll kick down the doors and
Burn it down
And play Modest Mouse at my funeral
Cuz I'm trailer trash, I came as a rat, and I'll scream at god like Cowboy Dan
So play Modest Mouse at my funeral
We'll do the cockroach from point A to point B while gravity rides everything
The time's been spent
The wind blew through
Willpower to make myself improve
Hold onto what I've learned
SInce that first day in '85
I feel alive finally
I feel alive to a certain degree
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Awkward
01:40
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Relationships, responsibilities, so many stressors
Social norms, anxiety, I feel pressure
I don't think you like me
I don't think I like you
Why don't people like me?
My blood pressure is going off the charts
I'm gonna stroke out
Doctors keep telling me to relax
But still I freak out
There's pervasive loneliness
So many people depressed
It's awkward, so awkward
Cuz social interactions got weird
People kinda here but not here
It's awkward, so awkward
The disconnect is all too real, don't feel
The disconnect is all too real, I can't feel
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3. |
Life of an Engineer
01:59
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Jets, engines, turbines, fuel
It's the life of an engineer, aeronautical engineer, mechanical engineer
Friends, fraternities, connections, bosses
Crashes, explosions
Aerodynamics, calc, and trig
Guidelines, deadlines
I'm not sure this whole college thing is really worth it
If all one gets is death
For all of his inventions
Lockheed Martin
Crashes, explosions
Wife, kids, mortgage, masters
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4. |
Gravel Clouds
04:02
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The stars are out over the fields tonight
Flooded cuts shining in the pale moonlight
And I'm dancing with devil on the levee by my Chevy
Jamming heavy metal, sloppy drunk, waiting on the sun to rise
And the air is so thick with evil you can taste it
And the air is so thick that you can cut it with a knife
Watch the night bleed black into that muddy soil
And leave not a trace, so I can breathe it all in
through the mouthpiece of my pipe
We're picking stools for toads
Cop car rolling down the gravel road
With the paper man riding shotgun with the shotgun
Shovel in the back looking for a spot to dig 'em a hole
I walk the gullys and the ditches with the devil by my side
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5. |
Poison Beach
02:34
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Heading out for a ride
Sunday fun day the beach seems like
The happening place until
Black water, red sand
Finding pricks made by pricks
It's not utopia, apocalypse
Come on down and have some fun
Poison Beach is number one
Forget your sandals, bring your shoes
Watch out for the boiling ooze
Mutant sharks and toxic spills
Poison Beach is a place that kills
Seldom told who played the role
Corporate pigs with their hearts sold
The ship is burning down now
I don't feel so good
Is the water supposed to stick to your leg like that?
I think my beer turned green
I don't know about this place, what's the name of this place?
So come vacation down at Poison Beach
Everybody, anybody, nobody leaves
The family fun in the sun at Poison Beach
Everybody, anybody, nobody ever leaves
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6. |
Bots
01:36
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Bots, bots, lots and lots of bots
At first you think they're people, then you realize they're not
Bots, bots, lots and lots of bots
They're shaping your opinions, they're influencing your thoughts
Recognizing faces
Creating databases
Picking up on traces
Of what makes you you
A human simulation
A perfect imitation
There's an AI invasion
Coming sooner than you think
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7. |
Walls of Decay
02:49
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I can't get away
I don't wanna stay
In these walls of decay
Soon all the buildings will crumble and fall
And we will lose our all
When we find that evolution has killed us
And now we're waiting for the man
To come and take our hand
We had no plans at all
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8. |
Take it Back
02:30
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Unleash the fire from within
Your last line of defense in this age of senseless killing
Put IEDs and guns behind, the only weapon is your mind
Until they read it we have all the power in our wiling
Take it back
Take it back to where you once belonged to
Don't be brainwashed, don't be a tool
Of sadistic, twisted right wing fools
They rule the hill, it's up to you, kid
Stand up and start climbing
War starts with us against all classes
Freedom hidden in the masses
Corporate deities burn in effigy
And a symphony of sirens
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