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The Epoch
00:52
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I’ve got the weight of everything on my shoulders
No power left upon this earth can break these chains
Lost in the stream of time; I’m just getting older
I’ll always lose if I don’t let myself begin
It's getting colder
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You Would Lose
01:38
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Revolution’s in our history
It's full of pain that no one sees
Stolen freedom, stolen homes
That page of destiny was ours to roam
And now it’s understood:
I wouldn’t fly that flag
But I wish I would
I wish I could
Brothers, sisters
Lovers yearn
Razed, burned
Worms will turn
Sick foundations
Crumbled steel
I’d light the fuse
But you would lose
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3. |
Shadow Tag
02:10
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God made the devil just for fun
But if you want the real thing
You better run
Wrongs make rights
Days take nights
Harder than Shiozaki chops
My body’s hollow
It’s just a vessel for pain
I’m playing possum
This world is rotten
Everything’s being thrown away
Wrongs make rights
We’re at the end—it’s the last lights
Like Kobashi/Sasaki
My body’s hollow
I’m such a vessel for pain
I’m playing possum
My world is rotten
I don’t wanna be thrown away
Beware, be afraid
Of this endless charade
Everybody’s gotta pay
But I won’t
We’re stuck in place
And things won’t change
Everybody’s got a game
But I don’t
Beware, be afraid
The path is dark down this way
Everybody’s got a game
But I won’t play
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Street Sweeper
02:10
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Your ego death’s just another defence
You’re not strong enough to really make amends
I don’t care about those boys you knew
I don’t give a fuck
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
White lies from another white face
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a joke, a sorry state
Empty words
Empty words
Empty words
When ya gonna pack it up?
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
White lies from another white face
You’re not tough
You’re just saying stuff
Who the fuck is it for?
So say it with some chest
Like all the fucking rest
Give up, do more
Empty words
Empty words
Empty words
When ya gonna pack it up?
Empty words
Empty words
Empty words
Try another way of saying
You’re not saying much
It’s such a sad sight
Can’t you see it in my face?
We’re standing still
As if there’s nothing to change
Tear it down, start again
If our world is burning
Then you’re burning, too
That’s the point, I thought you knew?
Say something true
Make it count
Time is up, your luck’s run out
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
White lies from another white face
Such a waste
Such a waste
Such a waste
White lies from another white face
Is it ever gonna be enough?
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