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Born to be Tied
02:01
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rust is taking over our iron fist
since we're leaning back depending on the same old tricks
iv`e tried to hold my fuse but the bastards keep supplying me excuses.
welcome to the point of no return,
the deceived outnumbered those who use their head
considering admitting defeat, no knowledge, no concerns
eyes wide shut, hands are tied, since we're chasing satisfaction
complaining:
"don't you roll your eyes on us
that's the way things roll, you just need to trust
forgive me as i turn my back and leave, the news about to start"
in my head a war of thoughts
hope time will twist the plot
and they will keep us low, drowning in worries
born to be tied
"don't you roll your eyes on us
that's the way things roll, you just need to trust
forgive me as i turn my back and leave, the news"
we point our fingers at the innocent as we chewing the bait
covering our judgment skills with nothing but hate
hating 24/7, we sure won't go to heaven, despite the the books that claims that we should.
as strong as my desire to spill on them some fire, i`ll promise to be good, i`ll promise to be good
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Sunday
00:31
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the clock on the wall is taking it's toll, minutes turning days
trapped in this cage of minimum wage, no way out
hanging on torn rope 9 to 5, convincing myself i`m alright
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Big Spender
01:27
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here's a day in life of 'Fancy Shoes',
he's a privileged son, blessed by a tidy sum
as he sits around his messy flat
and selling cliches of self destruct - there's complacency's inside.
Fancy Shoes will sing the blues
and somehow that golden-spooned is born to lose
he will shout, he will fight, he's a rebel, but he can't bite on the hand that feeds.
and now for the next level - tattoos from head to toe
he'll probably hate your trend, and call it a 'fashion show'
because there's nothing wrong in being right
and seeing all in black and white is quite easy
Big spender
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Best Of The Worst
01:26
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they told i should survive, just to stay alive and growing up will design me better
as concerns lurked behind every obvious fact, i found myself walk these streets as a stranger
problem solved, i`m all out.
no one's left behind, we're already way back.
there's no point in calming down.
and maybe i`m too curious to face my destiny, maybe i`m all downhill with no brakes but when i keep my head above the water and turn the other cheek, i get the picture: we're fucked.
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21
01:21
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ready, steady, go!
the proud will fight for peace, now how should i feel while saviors are trained to kill?
any preaching is pointless as the last.
i`ll pick my own foes, don't need a second thought.
i can't promise for fantasy promised land, to kill for where i stand.
get me out of here.
kill the leach
tolerance is out of reach, my brain's melting.
kill the leach
and you're ruining all my fun of being stamped by 21.
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Full of ideals and a rebel to the bone
denying the fact he's a clone of a clone of a clone
he's running a blind race which no one can stand except for his nearby competes he consider as friends
no explanations, just wake up calls
After all was said and done - scraps becomes delight
Megalomaniac, pseudo prototype
have we holding too tight on a trend?
have the lust just slipped from our hands?
too bad, and too cheap to admit it
as the words have so powerful means - they recycled and crumble like dust in the wind
call it a bluff
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The Primary Spark
01:14
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running with our hands on our heads and taking shots in the dark
we're surprised to find out the city's on fire, but we are in charge of the primary spark
oh thank you very much, now we're stuck in the hall of shame
no one to blame but ourselves.
clenching our fists, swallowing spit, rage is raising yet restrained
too busy getting answers, we forget about the results
let us all march the furrow
Orwell was right
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