1. |
Witch Hunt
00:57
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How could I expect more
From this witch hunt culture
Whose moral compass points straight to hell
Worshipping demons in blue
Like angels above
This must be the way the west was won.
This must be the way the west was won.
Pressure to perform
Pressure to fit in
Compelled to be
One of them
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2. |
Change of Seasons
02:35
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She brushed her teeth with wine
And rinsed it out with a Dunhill cigarette
Oh yeah we're doing fine
But we got places to go we haven't been to yet
Romance of working class
But learned we were far from last
Things are changing
Just when I needed something to worship
I can no longer deal with me
I am parting the seas between
Eternal struggle
Internal loss
Life lessons and after thoughts
Cold nights, drunken talks
Life lessons and after thoughts.
Open hearts bleed just fine
Open hearts pouring out wine
Bloods of gods from long ago
Excuses for answers we'll never know
I made a orchestral noise of you tugging at my heart strings
My vocal chords choruses of things that will never be
We are just prey
We are just bait
Love is a warning for things too late
Sunrise
Sunset
Full lives always have regrets
Dead leaves
Dry ground
We've made our choices now.
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3. |
Worker's Plight
00:56
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Harpoons plunge in these rivers of blood
As darkness digs through blue collar hopes
No clean money
No clean time
My hope has run dry
Inside a desert lost of hope
Environment change due to developments hold
Tolls on my body will hold the score
Self induced flu keeps me wanting more,
Needing more.
Harpoons plunge in these rivers of blood
As darkness digs through blue collar hopes
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4. |
Peaceful Sleep
02:05
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I want to be a part of this earth
Under the dirt
Feed the plants help me find peace again
Help me find peace again
I wanna rest
Want to take the big sleep
I want to feel good about
myself again
And the life I've led
I wanna feel less broken
More intact
Stop living life so detached
Draped in cotton
Maggots tickling my toes
I am gunna be decomposed.
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5. |
Plague Rat
02:32
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We are all natural disasters
We breed and procreate
We are a super bug
Spreading cultural disease
Fuck
Breed
Consume
It's all we ever do
(Red Neck, White Trash, Blue Collar
These colours never run)
We work so hard to get ahead
What for what for
Make the world a better place
Spill your guts on the floor
We dig ourselves deeper and deeper
To the centre of the earth
In our quest for oil
Dirty hands pray last
We make our hell other's
Realities
Spreading our diseases
From sea to sea.
We are the plague that killed Egypt
We are your rivers that run of blood
We are your drought that chokes your field
We are the rat that carries the plague
I judge a book by it's cover therefore I'm never right.
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