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Status Quo Syndrome
03:42
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Belligerent ignorance is their fraudulent insurance
It's no coincidence, cold-hearted charlatans
The lights are on but nobody's home
Maintain the status quo syndrome
We were strangers once too
Now, brothers in arms, United against you
On a whim, I'm going out on a limb to say you don't have a leg to stand on
You cheated in the foot race to the upper echelon
Blind witness to this phenomenon
Attack a straw man with his hands up
lying face down on the ground
Truth is conveniently lost and found
Contemporary slavery isn't just a memory
Demented reverie, never safe and sound
To some degree this fallacy is a travesty of fatalities
Lackluster sympathy
Filibuster soliloquy
Your talk is cheap, and it bankrupts the freedom of speech,
And with all due respect, that's a bunch of malarkey
I hope you choke from all the smoke you've been blowing
Malicious militias with vicious ambitions
Guided missiles, misguided men
A malevolent precedent is set
In this tragic game of Russian roulette
The dollar signs in your eyes won't let you realize, your life is a lie
It's no debate, can't get your story straight
Blinded in chains, the growing pains
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Lip Service
02:14
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Take me for a joyride, or kick me to the curb, it never was implied,
You drive a hard bargain, we crash and burn, I beg your pardon
We’re in full swing, but I’m feeling out of my league, when I’m taking one for the team
Don't drop the ball, it's in your court,
Touch base and don't sell me short
It's par for the course
We’re so in sync, don't skip a beat
To no avail, we've been derailed
A one track mind, it stops on a dime
Cash in your pretty penny, a bigger bottom line
My two cents are worthless
Withdraw the thoughts that make me nervous
Pay me lip service
I'm now catching hell
Not holier than thou
I’m on my knees worshiping and
Puncturing my heart with a church key
Dig your heels into this slippery slope
Cracked rose tinted lenses in your kaleidoscope
A sight for sore eyes, more than you realize
Bite your tongue, what's done is done
Impeccable chemical reaction
satisfaction not guaranteed
it's bittersweet when I need your affection
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Foliage
03:01
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Can't you see the forest for the trees, or is it just me?
Might as well leave
If I can't hold a candle to you, will love be dismantled?
Spin this last straw into gold, I hope it won't break my back trying to find a needle in a haystack
Take a break from standing on thin ice
To soak up the sun in fool's paradise
Don't think twice, just roll the dice, I'm rolling snake eyes, leave me to my own devices
Try me on for size, hands off the merchandise
There will be hell to pay, don't break the bank
The plot thickens and twists, for instance, a watershed moment, now frozen, an omen
In all likelihood we'll soon be out of the woods,
Back in my neighborhood
Just don't go barking up the wrong tree
Regain composure
Come hell or high water
Receive a sacrament
From the devil's advocate
I can't see the forest for the trees, is it just me?
I can't see the forest for the trees, is it just me, might as well leave
Burn the candle at both ends until I fade away
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Apathetic Aesthetic
03:07
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Pillow talk and blanket statements
bed of nails, too often vacant
Read me like a book of matches (turn the page)
Sew the patches on my straitjacket (not quite insane)
Keep me in your back pocket
And around your neck in a locket full of toxic hot topics
Constantly drawing conclusions
Becoming disillusioned
We’re painting ourselves into a corner
With a broad brush in a bad light
This apathetic aesthetic is simply pathetic
Tuck me into my coffin
I'm gonna sleep on it
I'm tossing and turning
A wake yet still in mourning
Night owl up at the crack of dawn, don't be alarmed, the early bird gets the worm
Falling off my perch again, pushing our own narrative
No filter, so candid
Picture perfect, worth a thousand words
Pillow talk and blanket statements
bed of nails, no longer vacant
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Collision Course
03:23
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The cat's outta the bag
Now it's got your tongue
You march to the beat of your own drum
While shooting yourself in the foot all along
The weakest link couldn't pull its weight
And so it breaks as you wipe the slate clean of me
Put me in my place where I belong
Where I'll sing to you a song so woebegone
Well I'll try to take the high road as you implode
Couldn't cut me a break so you cut the brakes on this collision course
Is there any remorse for this divorce?
Whispers the backseat driver from the hearse
Change the locks, and build up a palisade
Reset the clocks, you're still stuck in retrograde
I digress
We're all a work in progress
Nevertheless
You can dress for success
But to be honest I'm still not impressed
I grew too big for my britches
You pulled the loose thread and left me in stitches
Won't walk around on your eggshells
My foot's in my mouth but I hit the ground running
I took the roundabout after things went south
We've both been born again, the final nail in the coffin
An afterthought on the spot, a caveat
Stick to your guns and take a cheap shot
I'll bite the bullet
So sick of overdramatic, erratic cinematic bad habits
Don't be so sure that less is always more
when you settle for second best, you get lumped in with the rest
Well I'll try to take the high road as you implode
Couldn't cut me a break so you cut the brakes on this collision course
Is there any remorse for this divorce?
Whispers the backseat driver from the hearse
So sick of overdramatic, erratic cinematic bad habits
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Cinder
03:29
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Good day! You look reasonably sane
Don't mind the bloodstains
What's wrong? Did you get a bit of a scare out there?
Have a seat, get comfortable, make yourself at home here in this asylum
Lest this land swallow you whole
So beware, and don't you dare go hollow
If you seek strength the rest will follow
Gaze at the sun, feast your eyes
Take to the skies, It's do or die, alright
No compromise
This trial by fire, it burns me in effigy
Oh the humanity, oh the humanity
Traverse the abyss
A curse you must lift
Raise the flask to your lips
Get a grip, just get a grip
Soon, the flames will fade, only darkness will remain
The bell tolls, heads will roll
As the embers turn to ash remember that this too shall pass
My sun is setting soon
Take solace in this quiet tomb
My dear friend, we'll meet again
We'll both be hollow before you even know
You'll be pursued by deja vu
Countless stories to be told, another king will be dethroned
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