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Chemical Pools
01:44
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A man lies drowned, faced down in a pool of tainted water
Rain is our other enemy
This is pointless, we're not defending our land
Put on your mask
I live on the moon's toxic surface, yet I'm still close to home
They stopped killing us out of pity
I suppose we've won, but at a great cost
Give me the gas that makes me vomit up my lungs
I don't want a slow, agonizing death
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Cornered
01:05
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Do you believe
That you could get away
What'll it be
Make a choice
And you're running
And you're running
Running your mouth
Better step off now
Or we're taking you out
Did you believe
That you could get away
What'll it be
Make a choice
And I'm running
And I'm running
I'm running out
Of ways to let you off
Of ways to let you turn your shit around
Do you believe
That you could get away
What'll it be
Make a choice
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Arrogance
01:09
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Our young nation must prove ourselves
Our young nation must prove ourselves
We rule the center, we rule the center
Try and fucking stop us
We have been planning for this
We have been planning for this
Let us take over, let us take over
Fuck you!
What have we done?
What have we done?
We made a mistake
Our arrogance has ruined the world
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Blinded
01:45
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Living in this violent hell
Cries of endless pain
blinded by the fog of war
Valhalla in flames
Take what I say
As a cautionary tale
If you don't comply
Darkness prevails
I know you
Who you'll be
Looking in this iron door
Lying on the bed
Visions in his war torn eyes
Of how they bled
I'll take what I want
I'll take it all
I'll piss on your grave
Laugh when you fall
The one who says what's right
Looks down on me
I've got the bomb
To ruin all your peace
I know you
Who you'll be
When it's through
the end you'll see
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5. |
Nothing Left
01:34
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The more you work
The less you're worth
Keep your face in the dirt
No control cursed at birth
'Cause there's nothing left
Don't bother with
a reason why
When all that lives
is left to die
Put 'em all in a line
'Cause there's nothing left
All we ever hear is
What they want to be
All they do is talk
There's nothing here to see
Working man, aching feet
Collapsing right in front of me
Would like to end this suffering
But there's nothing left
Gonna always get their way
See it every fucking day
Watch it all waste away
'Cause there's nothing left
All we ever hear is
What they want to be
All they do is talk
There's nothing here to see
What will it take
For this life that we make
To be free
Nothing
They don't need you anymore
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6. |
Black Dust
01:14
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For our shithole land it was a beautiful day
'Til the massive black dust cloud headed our way
We cannot see, we cannot breath
We are all suffocating and we can't leave
Everything is dust and it's all our fault
Dust rained on the coast
Dust rained on the sea
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Evan, Jason, Lucian
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