1. |
Clock In
00:52
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2. |
I Quit!
02:35
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Watch a man work all day just to get by
Can't afford his funeral when it's his time to die
Work just seems to waste his time
I don't want to work the rest of my life
I fucking quit
Watch a man work all day to keep his family fed
But can't even afford to buy their daily bread
Work just seems to take his life
I give you my time, give you my life, but it still seems not good enough
I give you my life, give you my time, but my worth is still written on a pay stub
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3. |
Infected With Life
01:41
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So many people, yet none seem to know
All of the smart ones died long ago
Apathy sets in, feelings start to fade
The sad realization, that all is done in vain
It's just too much work for something with no worth
When all is done fate pardons no one
I feel I'm held captive inside my own breath
Each day it comes in the form of a test
When I awake and open my eyes
I'm given the choice to live kill or die
Rather be dead for what it's worth to survive
But can't bring myself to commit suicide
People all around me deserving to die
The disease swells inside me I'm infected with life
Escape the monotony
Life is our worst disease
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4. |
I Am The Light
00:35
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I am the light that illuminates the path
And with these lies I'll eliminate the past
With complacent tales for all those who have
Moved forward in their quest to hold themselves back
And I am the reason progression has failed
You pray to the cross where your dreams have been nailed
You follow a crowd plagued by superstition
And kill one another in the name of religion
Your life is the cost of social acceptance
And without me you are left defenseless
You're unfounded but just as relentless
You put all your faith in uncertainty's immenseness
Ignorance is your legacy
Your life has been bathed in hypocrisy
You do whatever the clergy's say
Give up your life and become a slave
I am the lie that confuses the masses
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5. |
Freedom Is Death
00:58
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6. |
The Only
02:32
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The street's a barren wasteland where the population's scared to walk
Homes are filled with violence, children aren't allowed to talk
The sky is filled with cameras watching over the genocide
That slowly takes the place of American teenage suicide
While families across the nation glue themselves to T.V. sets
To hear about the priest raping kids on the internet
All we can say is "let bygones be bygones"
Lock up the drug addicts and free all the murderers
You say you give me freedom, I will protest
The only freedom I know of is death
The world hears a gunshot, another kid is dead
He was only trying to sell the drugs that kept his family fed
The sky's a shade of green from a man eaten up with greed
His office now is red, he put a bullet in his head
And all the people down on Wall Street will agree
That every man is equal, every man is free
And everybody down in the gutter will confess
Unless you are a millionaire, freedom is death
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7. |
Wide Awake
02:03
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I can't sleep my mind is fried on trucker's speed
My mind turns to shit with every capsule of pseudo-sleep
While my heart races from the daily supplements that I need
So why rest now, when I'm so jacked up I never eat?
48 hours gone I've worked my fingers to the bone, and I can't sleep
Smash the T.V. kill the phone, there's nobody else left to call, and I can't sleep
Days go on without end, can't help but feel I'm all alone, and I can't sleep
How much longer will this last, I'm dead tired and wide awake
I just stare at the wall as I lay in bed
Serials of sleep and dream dance through my head
Can't eat can't sleep these feelings I can't ignore
Tossing and turning, I'll do it til Im sore
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8. |
Buried Alive
01:31
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Tired of dealing with life when the debts just make me sick
To live is just to suffer in the slot in which I fit
I make progress to reach my goals but find out after time
I'm only making it easier for those at the front of the line
I'm not dead
Now I sit around and watch my bosses all get fat
I hit the point in life where there is no turning back
I have the choice to free myself from my impending demise
Break out of this fucking prison, and take back my life
Now I get the details and gather the supplies
That will put an end to my captors' useless lives
For years I've been buried in this pit of greed and lies
Today's a new day, from this grave I will rise
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9. |
High On Stress
01:24
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10. |
Funeral
02:24
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Sitting tight and clean behind a desk made of oak
He greets his mourning victim's with a smile that'll make you choke
He's pouring out the lies from the hole in his face
Milking the People's wallets while they're in their fucked up state
And everything he says always sounds so fucking great
To those whose judgement's clouded by their loved one's sudden fate
The crying screaming sadness of the patrons in the parlor
Mean nothing more to him than another bloody dollar
You work all your life pinching pennies never to spend
Then throw them all into your grave when your life's at end
They're selling death
The family lights a candle to pay respect to the one they've lost
They cease to pay attention the the steady rising cost
The extra padded casket, the flowers and the urn
The fees are still accumulating as the body burns
After the funeral's over, and the body's been disposed
The bill has been delivered, and the cemetery closed
The bank accounts are empty and the family's still in pain
The director of this crime softly smiles and counts his gain
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11. |
Onward To Obliteration
03:45
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The notion of self worth is gone
No emotions to help you hold on
When all the world is on it's knees, you feel this wasted life you lead
Isn't worth the air you breath, all hopes now are shattered dreams
All regrets and evil deeds are stirred inside to clearly see
Now you too are on your knees, pray the lord your soul to keep
Mouth is on the barrel
Wrists are on the blade
Feet are on the edge
There's nothing to say
Pray my son over your dead, and let their ghost inside your head
Let them fill your soul with dread, pray my sone til all is said
And when it's time, you will rise and feel the nothingness inside
And hate yourself for every lie, and pray the lord today you'll die
Life goes on without you, it's business as usual
Every day is a part of our fade away
We came here alone
Smoking gun by your side as all your problems subside
But the early hours bring dawn without you as time marches on
We leave here alone
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12. |
Clock Out
01:41
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I'm only alive when I'm asleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I don't die before I wake, My own life I'll have to take
Broken bones and swollen limbs are my reward for existence
My will to live is wearing thin, I die every time I clock in
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13. |
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Your nauseas mold, ragged and tattered
And soul that you sold, like it fucking mattered
You whittled away the days of your life to smoke in your pipe
Never gave in, because you never had to
You were there to begin, from the day that they had you
When the smoke clears everything is the same, because you'll never change
Onward to die, from the rocks that he serves
In mind blowing time, from the shocks to your nerves
You take your life one hit at a time, from kilo to dime
In your eyes...
Voids
It's a constant losing battle in this world you don't fit
But don't ask for salvation because nobody owes you..
Shit
To put in your needles
Shit
To put in your veins
Shit
Because you are so sick, because you're in such..
Pain
From a world that don't need you
Pain
From a world that's not there
Pain
Until the day you realize nobody cares
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14. |
Wasted Existence (Bonus)
02:01
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I'm only alive when I'm asleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I don't die before I wake my own life I'll have to take
Broken bones and swollen limbs are my reward for existence
My will to live is wearing thin, I die every time I clock in
I live in a box
A cubicle cell and I don't give a fuck to see this shit stop
My life is secure unless I get laid off of my job
Time's an expense I offer to keep the gears moving on
Until all my days are gone
I'm just a tool
Fulfill all your dreams because I am a fucking fool
Accumulate debt from years wasted attending school
For a job that don't pay I became a slave to the corporate rule
My life has turned to shit
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15. |
Final Nail (Bonus)
02:16
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These are the hands of one man bound by the will of another
They were once strong and willful and proud, but now they are spiteful and bitter
The tools of regret and of shame, soulless and broken and tamed
Soon is the time they must be untied and turned to the throat of our captor
I won't go quietly
Into the dark night
This world will not be rid of me
I won't be quelled without a fight
I'm lost. The soul crushing death of my best of times
Exhaust my will to keep pushing gets left behind
Although I laugh in the face of elite defiantly
I won't fall into a life of defeat and die silently
-Fuck blah blah blah some shit I never wrote down-
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Moral Decay Nashville, Tennessee
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