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Against the Odds
02:20
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AGAINST THE ODDS - On the edge of a vast mistake, will you save us? I hope you’re frightened, I hope you are scared. I want wishing for you to change, to realize that there’s a better way. I wait wanting a change that will never happen, thru your eyes you can’t see the mistakes. Sometimes it’s easier to go with the flow. Sometimes it’s easier that being alone. Sometimes it’s easier to go with the flow. Sometimes it’s easier… It’s as if none of this will matter if you close your eyes and you wish it that way. Regardless it’s not about you or me, but rather us, and our responsibility. I want wishing for you to change, to realize that there’s a better way. I wait wanting a change that will never happen, thru your eyes you can’t see the mistakes. Sometimes it’s easier to go with the flow. Sometimes it’s easier that being alone. Sometimes it’s easier to go with the flow. Sometimes it’s easier… It’s what we wanted, it’s what we needed! It’s what we wanted, it’s what we needed!
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Move Forward
02:52
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MOVE FORWARD - It seems like yesterday, I thought I knew it all. As time passes we sit and watch things fall. I’ve been thinking... can we start again? I remember how this all ends. This ship’s been sinking, taking water for years. It’s a story I’ve been told before. Can we plug this hole? Can we save ourselves? I remember how we were then. I’ve been drowning my sorrows away for years. Let’s tear it down so we can build it back again. Empty bottles and cigarettes. It seems like yesterday, I thought I knew it all. As time passes we sit and watch things fall. I’ve been thinking... can we start again? I remember how this all ends. This ship’s been sinking, taking water for years It’s a story I’ve been told before. Can we plug this hole? Can we save ourselves? I remember how we were then. I’ve been drowning my sorrows away for years. Let’s tear it down so we can build it back again. And it’s hard to move forward when you’re stuck in the past. And it’s hard to move forward when you’re stuck in the past. I’ve been thinking... can we start again? I remember how this all ends. This ship’s been sinking, taking water for years Let’s tear it down so we can build it back again.
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Switch Sides
02:23
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SWITCH SIDES - When will this end? We fought so hard. We fought so long. Has our progress even shown? So many lives, born to waste. You fucked us all, for your sake! You can’t see past their two faced motives buried beneath years of lies and deceit. Their policies in place. You can’t hear all these cries for peace But we just sit around and think about ourselves, but they’ve got not place left to go, no place left. Refugees of foreign was, just born on different soil, and they’ve got no place left to go, there’s no place left. A different god but the same heart, consumerisms’ biggest spite and they’ve got no place left to go. You can’t see past their two faced motives buried beneath years of lies and deceit. Their policies in place. You can’t hear all these cries for peace We fought so hard. We fought so long. Has our progress even shown? So many lives, born to waste. You fucked us all, for your sake! But we just sit around and think about ourselves, but they’ve got not place left to go, no place left. Refugees of foreign was, just born on different soil, and they’ve got no place left to go, there’s no place left. A different god but the same heart, consumerisms’ biggest spite, and they’ve got no place left to go.
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Think McFly, Think!
02:36
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THINK MCFLY, THINK! - It’s those things they trick you into thinking mean everything, but they mean nothing at all. I watched you fall apart as you were holding on to what you thought you needed, but never had. It’s the same thing everyplace I’ve been, people confused by what they see and hear. Misdirection and Miscommunication, It’s the same thing. Well did you feel trapped in or locked down without that noose wrapped round your neck? It’s your security, those things you buy. Though I wonder will they make you jump? Causality contained, lets cut this cancer out! It may be time to re-define who we are. Always plugged in, but never turned on. Is that anyway (to spend a lifetime)? I watched you fall apart as you were holding on to all that shit you had to have. After awhile you were wrapped up and in the end I heard you leapt
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S.O.S.
03:40
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S.O.S. - Breathe it in, Breathe it in. We’re going down this ship is sunk, it’s a lost cause. Jackets on! Into the Drink! Can you feel that icy sting? It won’t let go. Now, set the course and don’t look back over your shoulder at the regret that hangs in your mind when you are unsure about it. Now, can you feel the mistake? And did you know when you made it that there wasn’t any going back? With so much lost having, one second again it could all be erased. SOS! We need your help Everything is fucked, but right on track Screams and cries, rushed goodbyes, That’s all I hear. Everyone is scared and terrified. Will they ever make it back? With so much riding on such a little thing, if it fails who will carry this burden home? Is it an engineering failure or a failure to engineer a way out, a way off this mistake? You’d leave them all behind if it meant you’d be safe at home, can you hear those cries of lonely brothers and motherless brides I hope you know, and I hope you realize that with one life lost, hundreds more could survive Help! We need it now! We’re going down! With all this noise can’t hear a sound. SOS! We need your help Everything is fucked, but right on track
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The Starving Time
04:49
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THE STARVING TIME - As the driving rain forces us from our homes, where will we go? So much is left to do but no one will carry the load. When you take so much they’ll leave us on our own, hundreds more will die. Those who won’t work won’t eat. They’ll starve out in the cold! It’s been said before and still holds true today. A mangled mess of our wasted lives, bent and broken. It’s made us rethink our entire sense of who we really are… Who we really are… There are no class barriers here There are no classes for the dead We’ve sown our own fields with our broken bones, destroyed our future hope. Despite these rejections we wonder why nothing grows. The starving time has hit so close to home, our supplies are running low. Those who won’t work won’t eat. They’ll starve out in the cold! It’s been said before and still holds true today. A mangled mess of our wasted lives, bent and broken. It’s made us rethink our entire sense of who we really are… of who we really are… of where we really are… The Starving Time, has buried us beneath!
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Core Breakdown
03:53
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CORE BREAKDOWN - Those things, you said to me. I cannot breathe. I can’t feel anything at all that is left. Just these mistakes, and a heart full of regret. These storm clouds aren’t getting brighter. These fierce winds aren’t getting calmer. These wave’s crests just keeps on rising, and this storm won’t come to an end. Those things, you said to me. I cannot breathe. I can’t feel anything at all that is left. Just these mistakes, and a heart full of regret. Stand with me, until we find, a way out of this fucked up place. Should have seen it from the start, we’re fucking falling apart. When it rains it fucking pours, and we can’t absorb anymore. Why do we do this, to ourselves? Just excuses, nothing else. These storm clouds aren’t getting brighter. These fierce winds aren’t getting calmer. These wave’s crests just keeps on rising, and this storm won’t come to an end. Those things, you said to me, I cannot breathe, I can’t feel anything at all that is left. Just these mistakes, and a heart full of regret
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