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Lying to yourself again
03:17
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lying is easy when you remember what is true
it’s a little harder when the person you wanna deceive is you
i guess im lying to myself again
making believe that this is something i can mend
distract deny
feeding the growing lie
so that over time
I can forget what I know
lying is easy if you can first convince yourself
it’s a little bit easier if you’re the person you wanna sell
sounds like you’re lying to yourself again…
making believe that things are all going to plan
deny and distract
distorting every fact,
go through this tired little act
just to evade the truth
the more you lie to a person the easier it becomes
that makes it easier to lie to yourself than to anyone
so yeah im lying to myself again
i’ve had a lot pf practice i know how this will end
distort and deny,
nurturing the lie
so that over time
i can pretend i don’t know
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Do I not bleed?
02:49
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there’s no heart on my sleeve - do i not bleed?
feelings buried deep inside me - do i not bleed?
secret vulnerabilities - do i not bleed?
weaknesses concealed - do i not bleed?
Too weak to let my weaknesses be seen
Layers of illusion slowly suffocating me
But - do I not bleed?
Is that what you see?
unhurt by anything?
Invulnerability?
If i let my guard slip - do i not bleed?
expose what’s inside of me me - do i not bleed?
fears and insecurities - do i not bleed?
would you not turn and flee? - do i not bleed?
Too frightened to let my fears be seen
Layers of illusion slowly suffocating me
punished for each reveal - do i not bleed?
and so i stay concealed - do i not bleed?
hidden behind my mask - do i not bleed?
the questions no-one asks - do i not bleed?
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Falling short
03:38
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I'm falling short again
failure becomes a friend
my dreams like ashes in my mouth
defeat becomes a trend a parade of failure without end
a tangled maze with no way out
the pain the shock the sting of loss
knowing that there's noone else to blame
frustration and shame as i count the cost of
falling short again and again
i'm falling short again and i
i cant remember when i didn't feel this ever present sting
weighing the consequence and the cup of bitterness and
the fear of ever falling short in everything and
i'm falling short again and theres no way to make it end
without giving up the hope of any hope
facing the mirror and the disappointment that i see
reflected in the face that's reflecting back at me and
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4. |
Death march
02:59
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we're no more real than the people we’ve replaced
ghosts from the past who’ve vanished without a trace
faces in faded photos stare at you through haunting eyes
as if beseeching you to somehow rescue them through time but
Death marches on and on,
Someday everybody who’s known you will be gone
the parade of death stretches on and on
so long…
this city you grew up in vanishes before your eyes
cannibalizing itself one building at a time
so little yet remains from when you were a child
so much has no life outside the memories in your mind
the heroes of your childhood one by one go to their graves
you age with every passing of the irresistible wave
you change the world only through the people in your life
like a chain stretching ever forward over time
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hate parade
02:35
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They used to hide it in their closets
and skulk away from you and me
they were afraid even to speak their real name
but now they flaunt it in the streets
the hate parade is knocking at your door
a never-ending stream of slights and seething resentments and bile. and pus. and rage. and hate.
are these morons getting dumber or just louder?
have they always been just out of sight?
what’s made them race to proclaim their putrid views?
what’s pushing them into the light?
the hate parade is knocking at your door
a never-ending stream of slights and seething resentments and bile. and pus. and rage. and hate.
they’ve always lurked in streams of comments
online communities of trolls
day by day they’re growing bolder
they’re coming in out of the cold
the hate parade is knocking at your door
a never-ending stream of slights and seething resentments and bile. and pus. and rage. and hate.
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6. |
new normal
02:42
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normalizing…
normalizing…
normalizing…
normalizing…
new normal
there’s too much to process
we can’t be blamed for
sleepwalking into this
we didn’t realize this could happen
we thought that other people
had to live through history
but this is the new normal
and we don’t have a choice
we didn't see it coming but
this is the new normal
this is the new normal
no we don’t have a choice
it’s too late to stop it
this is the new normal
this is unmapped territory
the certainties of our past
now just seem so unreal
nothing’s shocking anymore
resignation’s taking over
outrage seems so passe
how we understood the world
all of our assumptions
houses resting on sand
illusions of solidity
illusions of permanence
washed away in the flood
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7. |
Have fun at Coachella
01:14
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If you don't want to drink your fucking beer give it to someone else,
don't fling it around shithead.
Crowd surfing twit I'm glad you're in touch with your inner child
but he doesn't belong on the fucking stage
You’re everything that's wrong with everything!
And nobody wants to see you with your fucking shirt off.
Nobody.
Fucking headdress sweatshirt
Trustafarian pothead - weird shoe guy
(dancing with your shoe drinking out of your shoe)
very special man in very special jacket
(are you colour blind? that could be your only excuse)
it's called personal space asshole
that's an amp don't dance on it shithead
don't your cheeks hurt
from all the smilings?
I really hope someone punches you in the face
I’d volunteer but i’ve got better things to do
Desperation isnt pretty
Yelling 'I need a woman' won’t get you one
you belong at coachella
i’m sure you’d fit right in with all the rest
of those fucking douchebags
just get out of my sight
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sensation creeps in
as the drugs begin to fade
circulation pulses
as effects wear off
Numbness disappears
sensation creeps back in
pain steals back into
spaces just vacated
fleeting relief
fleeting refuge
fleeting respite from all my woes
just let me hide
just let me cry
just let me shelter one more time
shelter from the sun
somewhere i can run
a way to escape reality
shelter from the rain
shelter from my pain
a way to escape from being me
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9. |
Bystander effect
02:31
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It’s not my problem – not my fault
It’s not my issue – I don’t know you
And I just don’t know what to do
nobody else is doing anything
why am i expected to step in
you wouldn’t sacrifice for me
I can’t get involved
I’ve got to think about myself
I’ve got my own priorities
I don’t even know how to help
and this is nothing to do with me
it’s not my issue - not my job
if i step in i might get hurt
or i might even make things worse
someone else is sure to come along
and then the problem will be solved
and i won’t have to be involved
Nobody else is making a move
if i get hurt what would that prove?
why should i sacrifice for you?
I’d rather just keep to myself
i really hope you get some help
but i won’t do it myself
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Cúlturåł Treåsøn Ottawa, Ontario
Cúlturåł Treåsøn is a four-piece punk band from Ottawa, featuring members of four-stroke, Raw Raw Riot, International Maniacs Institute, 86it, Wet for Days, FInderskeepers, and many many more. Voted 'Most likely to claim to have won a made up award that nobody's heard of', their songs induce despair and loathing of humankind. ... more
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