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Sound Spark
01:21
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Sound spark
Carry the fire; dull flames
Carve me away, whats left?
Unwound the threads went, dispersed
Taking a second to know every tide by name
Bare all heart where there's none,
seed of feeling, seed that keeps giving on and on
Bare all heart where there's none
seed of feeling, seed with spark
Incinerate
Sound spark
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2. |
First World Problems
01:12
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Living on a pedestal
Gold spoon in mouth all your life
FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS
You couldn’t be more fucking dense
Brought up with no fucking sense
FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS
“Look at all these poor scum… it really pisses me off!
Like hey! Go get a job! Speak my language! Go back college idiot... This is my country
I can't believe I have to be on the same streets as these people
Why doesn't everyone just fit up to my societal standards?
Don’t you know that all lives matter?”
(YOU'RE A PRIVILEGED CUNT)
WE’RE ALL PRIVILEGED CUNTS
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4. |
P.S.S.
00:59
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Feed me malice...
no substance, no weight
Mindless drawn out voice
Regurgitate, all that you are
Can you act on all that you say you are? Or are you just taking up space?
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5. |
WO85
02:18
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I am the salt of your rotten earth
I am your waste that settles
I am your quiet suburbia
I am your poisoned youth
Everything comes undone, by your own hands
You are the cancer of my soul
You are the rusted blade
You are the image of purest greed
You are the glass that remains
We are the salt of your rotten earth
We are your waste that settles
We are your quiet suburbia
We are your poisoned youth
Cut down the noose
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6. |
Egg Is My Life
00:36
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Who needs an identity when all you see is you
Everything encompassed by the sole image of you
Yeah, you're great, you're great, you're so fucking great
Echo chamber generation, onwards, onwards, onwards, fall
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Wrap me in all of your despair
I'll be the one to bear
All of your pain if you can just listen... now
It's marching over us
It's rising above us
It's sweeping us away
It's breaking apart
Take me someplace else
Unseen bliss here now, and gone forever,
Bound by nothing, muscles tighten, thoughts subsided
I am free.
I want to soak in these days,
I want to feel everything,
even if it destroys me
Wrap me in all of your warmth
I'll be the one to voice
all of your heart if you can just give it now
I will bear it all
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8. |
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This is not a fight this is personal expression,
This is middle-class frustration
This is masculine aggression
Don't fuck with my PMA
All ages DIY basement space.. (shut down!)
All ages veteran hall benefit.. (shut down!)
My steel toe boots speak for themselves,
Brotherhood is formed through blood
No shows for anyone only my crew (you're a cunt!)
Fuck you this is hardcore!
Let's just throw the show at pizza hut
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9. |
Kinkreet
00:47
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Gather my mind, It's somewhere here
Scattered among the concrete fields
Round and round, day in day out
Round and round, the circles go
Round and round, under my eyes
Round and round, I want to dream
My sanity is worth the price
of all the life I've lived
What's it like to force a smile?
What's it like to come undone?
What's it like to hate yourself?
Go and ask someone who knows.
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10. |
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It's ok to punch a nazi
Fuck the POTUS
You're out of touch, delusional
Fuck the President of the United States!
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11. |
Good Earth, Mad City
03:14
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Good earth, mad city
For what we give each day we pay
Good earth, mad city
Sometimes I forget who I am
Good earth, mad city
Her taste still lingers in my mouth
Good earth, mad city
I just want to rest my head
Feeling a.....
Panic induced, reckless smile,
Anxiety dream, paranoid trip
Are you ok?
Are you all there?
I'm fucking fine
Noise is the remedy
Chaos is my tool
I'll trade my peace for another day
to sing with you
Born to lose we still thrive
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12. |
What's Left?
01:40
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You know, I really think the shit we swallow daily is our choice, but what I wonder is how much of that gets through the filter? and how much of this is just a stupid fucking animal, I want to know what’s left when you drain this body, I want to know what’s left, when you drain this mind. What good is there? and can it really make any fucki
ng difference? I want to know. Channel it on empty, no room for anything else.
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13. |
Stupid Energies
01:41
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Bite on my tongue
As the red water seeps
outwards into the world
onto the face of what keeps me down
So feel it now, feel me now
Pure energies with gold intent
Dried up anger in our roots,
War stories in our soil,
It’s the fruit we bear that's worth it all again.
So feel it now,
so feel me now
Pure energies with gold intent
Make it last, soak it in
as my mind warps to the rhythm
as this high gets me through it all
So feel it now,
so feel me now
Pure energies with gold intent
Make it last, soak it in, feel it now.
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14. |
Unwound
02:21
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Force fed shit view, I want none of it, I want none of you.
Try and drag me down, I'll take it all in and give it back.
Let it all unwind, find the release, and give it back.
We have been abandoned, by what's weighed us down.
Alone in shallow noise, without an end.
Try and drag us down, I’ll take it all in, and give it back.
Let it all unwind, find our release, and give it back.
Unwind the sublime lines, fill me a thousand times.
I'll do the same for you.
As the threads unravel, as the cup pours out, we'll give it back.
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15. |
Howler
02:48
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For every life you reap,
Add another stone to your spineless back.
I want to be your living insomnia
I want to eat at you
I want to bury your filthy crown
I want to be the hour of sleep that you fucking lose.
Imbeciles, imbeciles.
¿Que pueden entender?
Imbeciles, imbeciles.
¿Que pueden entender?
Ni Mierda!
You will know me by my howl
You will know me by my gaze
You will know the stone that’s crushing your back.
For every life that you reap,
Add another stone on your spineless back.
Fill your greed, with someone else's fucking soul.
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16. |
Smog Thrills
01:13
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Inhale smog thrills,
Breathing in some of Beijing’s smog thrills, make our sore livers, do some more wet work
These are the best times, I might not remember.
Tired of this fucking TV set, I need a break man.
I need another, I need another fucking
Beer.
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17. |
K.E.E.N
03:11
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What you say, what you sow
Gives you weight, it’s all you need.
The carried moment, the fear tick in the back of ignorant minds.
I will never be functional,
But the thing is I got some shit to fucking say.
With shaky chords
As weak as I am
With the worn face
That I'm fucking sick of
I got some shit to fucking say
I want to be more than this,
I want to give it all.
Even for a sliver of time
It exists, I know it exists.. in me; exists in you.
Peel back, ego death; how blissful
Witness, how good it feels, to be fucking real
What you say, what you sow
Gives you weight, it’s all you need.
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18. |
Sold Souls
02:46
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You gave it away
You gave it away
You gave it away
Tried and tired, spent and wasted
How's the life they picked for you? How's the life they wanted? It's not always how much you can take. Bloom from the better place in mind.
Sold souls, sold souls, sold souls to nothing
you gave it away, gave it away, (they fucking took it)
Everyday desensitized; So stolen, so transparent.
Maybe you'll see it through your own way one day.
Sold souls, sold souls, sold souls to nothing
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19. |
Trail Of Glass
03:16
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Always phasing out the things I can’t forget.
I'm sick of trying, sick of trying; caged inside my head.
Shut me up, sedate me,
I'll drown you out.
Tear into me,
let me show you what good for nothing bones can do.
Tear into me, let me show you what good for nothing words can be.
Let me show you, that not everything has its price.
Scrape from the bottom, marked in sweat, marked in blood... the trail of glass goes on.
A living ensō that never ends, it goes.. it goes.. it goes on.
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Struggle Session Beijing, China
Brutally fun fastcore from China's capital
Aaron: Drums /Vocals
Alf: Bass/ Vocals
Nevin: Guitar/ Vocals
Oliver: Lead Vocals
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