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| 3. |
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| 4. |
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(The average American citizen is taught to be passive. He learns at an early age that obedience and submission will lead to a reward, often unattainable and almost always at his own detriment. Marx discussed this idea in Das Kapital when he refers to religion as being the opiate of the people. It is painfully obvious that this allusion to religion can be applied to anything that citizens follow blindly, whether it be radical ideology because of its inherent shock value, patriotism, television idols, or media instilled demagogues. The citizen must learn that the truth will not be spoon-fed to them. The citizen must learn the beauty of doubt, for all they have to lose is their chains.)
"wheels turn crush me I am the machine heaven helps those who forget to dream I see a spark great is what we are eyes towards my reward compensated for I am no-one I am nothing mold me make me into something you find worth in deem special I am no-one I am nothing and I'm sure i'll remember the love this brings me the love this brings me by the glass cuts on my feet fate damns/guides me into life's fear and shame bully me into submission it's the only thing that keeps me sane I will never break free I don't want to break free comfort in my torture there must be reward I sold myself out to you you told me that you were truth use me as your new disease I just need to please I live die kill just for you my self esteem I remove cut me and bleed me dry I can serve just let me try mold me into what you want me to be I can't stand this I feel removed I feel remorse for my understanding take me change me into something." |
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| 6. |
| 2:55 |
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| 7. |
| 3:57 |
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take your reason
' ' ' ' ' ' ' place your bet, boys ' ' ' ' ' ' forget the bloodstains, remember your vision it's all on your back now, slave it's all in your trigger finger you are now the witness of a country's pride take it to the not-believers it's your god-given right ' ' ' ' redemption ' ' ' ' ' can you take the screams when they get stuck in your ears? slave! master! the job gets done for the good of the masses salvation's a corpse with a morning child salvation's your leader burning out the miles you are now the witness of a country's pride take it to the not-believers it's your god-given right ' ' ' 'redemption ' ' ' ' ' can you take the screams, boy? when they get stuck in your ears "such a fucking machine" "trained to kill" "such a fucking machine" "yes sir, i will" (x8) (4th and 7th "yes sir i will" = "*trained to kill*", 6th "yes sir i will"= "i'm a machine", 8th "yes i will"= "*waaaahhh*!!!" *note: ' = unknown syllable * = at the same time as next line |
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| 2:15 |
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| 9. |
| 2:33 |
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How many times can you grovel, how many times can you kneel?
Salute your own surrender, going down with the ships again. Take this in, silence is golden. You're trapped, You're trapped. (Good intentions) Good intentions (Covered in blood) Covered in blood (Get on your knees) On your knees boy. .............. |
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| 10. |
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| 11. |
| 2:39 |
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The pooling of blood
From your neck to the floor Makes a beautiful trophy To parade and even the score Their words in stone of persuasion in sound Fall on open ears And sewn shut mouth taught the answers Ignored the questions As we vomit choke and die Truth is truth is lie As history portrays this time Truth is truth is blind Their money pays for the transcripts we sign Derailed from birth designed to serve Everyone knows the solution to the problems We bought Credentials unneeded decide for you The books are written our choice is proof |
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| 12. |
| 3:13 |
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Always had the dream
Now I have the action Spent my time hearing "this is wrong" Broken down disasters smoke filled empty rooms And life of eye to eye to head to head You'll never understand what this means to me Not for approval, not yours anyway Arrange by the numbers Arrange by your casualty Defined by a submission to a common sense That never had anything to do with me As friends are made and lost I always look back smiling Never moved by struggle fate or cost I'd rather stay a loser And laugh at common sense Then rely on safety nets and reminisce As they struggle for mediocrity |
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| 2:50 |
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fall, kneel and beg
crying and blind just try harder and you will find the way to everlasting sight don't take this light away, it never did you any harm just when i thought that i'd find my way pageantry are all the same so here i am defiled and divine self respect should never have to bleed from my knees don't take this light away, it never did you any harm just when i thought that i'd find my way pageantry are all the same wait, wait, wait for something to happen wait, wait, wait to understand wait, wait, wait for something to happen wait, wait, wait to understand i slip, i grasp, i always miss in cycles fallen angels never regain control fallen angels never fully regain control |
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| 3:43 |
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So you been to schools
For a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear... Brace yourself, my dear... It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneech You suck like a leach You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you Well you'll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son...... What you need, my son...... Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black Is a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot etc.... Cause it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told It's a holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul |
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| 4:24 |
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How many triggers
Take down an innocent victim? What does your badge cover up? How much training does it take To look into his mother's eyes? And lie to cover up It'll be alright You can probably sleep well tonight If your conscience doesn't burn Explain to me And a young man's family What your bullets can't explain And lie as you curse their children I wonder if they'll understand And hide the casualties of war Black and white and poor all over Survival of the fittest Wallets turn to critics Hurry scramble for your out But don't forget when your victims have had enough The gun can be turned around It'll be alright You can probably sleep well tonight If your conscience doesn't burn Explain to me And a young man's family What your bullets can't explain And lie as you curse their children I wonder if they understand Hide the casualties of war Black and white and poor all over Stand and deliver Justice from your ego Slash and burn and then sort out Rage doesn't care where the scope is centered Human targets turn to bloody trophies How does it feel to be the one on top? Enjoy that feeling and hold it tight Cause soon the gun will be turned around The gun will soon be turned around Time runs out in the blink of eyes Record everything you've done all over You forget that we have nothing left to lose And you lie as you curse their children I wonder if they understand Hide the casualties of war Black and white and poor all over Lie as you curse their children I wonder if they understand It'll be alright You can probably sleep well tonight If your conscience doesn't burn And explain to me And a young man's family What your bullets can't explain Explain to me And a young man's family What your bullets can't explain |
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| 4:18 |
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She packed my bags last night, preflight
Zero hour, nine a.m. And I'm gonna be high As a kite by then I miss the earth so much I miss my wife It's lonely out in space On such a timeless flight And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Ah, no no no... I'm a rocket man Rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up here alone And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Ah, no no no... I'm a rocket man Rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up here alone Mars ain't the kind of place To raise your kids In fact, it's cold as hell And there's no one there to raise them If you did And all this science I don't understand It's just my job Five days a week A Rocket Man Rocket Man And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Ah, no no no... I'm a rocket man Rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up here alone And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Ah, no no no... I'm a rocket man Rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up here alone And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time |
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| 4:20 |
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| 4:26 |
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| 19. |
| 2:51 |
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It's no wonder we're all scared
When our submission makes demands And who the hell are you Is it asked or forced to do Do you pray for holiness Or just prey on my willingness To starve, beg, consume For something you can't prove If I'm unworthy, it's you that brought me here I sacrificed so much just to let you own my fears Please don't let go of me And I will carry on With your burden on my shoulders Where's the white washed tomb out of which your god's been exhumed A corpse to force my guilt Through lips you thought you'd sealed And sins you can't let go Have blinded you on your throne And left me here alone If I'm unworthy, it's you that brought me here I sacrificed so much just to let you own my fears Please don't let go of me While god sleeps the righteous feed upon the meek. What kind of father sits and lets his children bleed Don't just stand there show us all if this is true That your love and mercy isn't for a chosen few If I'm unworthy, it's you that brought me here I sacrificed so much just to let you own my fears Please don't let go of me |
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| 2:06 |
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shackles kill but look so lovely
maintain reputation squeezed to fit the mold she's made to living their aesthetics giving freely but dishonor sun peeling resource glued to paper for their anger, her beauty someone please acknowledge me whatever it takes for you to love me fill me full of shame and let me be a part in your insignifigant worl (i will live and die) pills and fingers help sustain her need for their approval eyes as dark and caring holes to pluck out when unneeded faith in what she thought she was is steadily decaying in her blood she writhes for hours their victim someone please acknowledge me whatever it takes for you to love me fill me full of shame and let me a part in your insignifigant world i will and die |
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