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Sound Check Song
01:20
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Sound Check Song
Welcome to our addiction and welcome to our lives. For all of you afflicted I know this won't sound right.
We're checking in and tuning up we're perfecting this demise to silence all the dinosaurs and fairy tails that we find plague our minds.
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2. |
Kill Tradition
02:58
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Kill Tradition
I tried to run away, but I can't seem to find a place I wanna stay. These towns are full of hate, these states are full of laws to which I can't relate.
We're all raised by fear. We're all trained to lie about the feeling felt inside. Gotta hide em all away. Scared of everything you know. Scared to let anyone see that there's nothing wrong with me!
Don't fret please let yesterday die and leave it in our memories. Forgive but don't forget. Can we learn to use these minds?
I'm Trying to not live in fear, installed, programed, brainwashed at such a young age. Scared of our bodies and scared of our thoughts in our minds.
We should be scared of tradition.
It's time to kill tradition, It's time to kill tradition, the God in your mind.
It's Time to kill tradition, It's time to kill tradition, the God in your mind!
It's Time to kill tradition, It's time to kill tradition, the God in your mind!
It's time to kill tradition, to build our own traditions, the God in your mind.
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Negotiating The Contract For The Sale Of my Soul To The Devil
If you give it all up to him, I promise you'll be sorry. You'll end up at the end without that much to show for the years spend repressing every human urge and dark desire. A boring life led by a book. The Authors Pseudonym God.
Well who is he? A human collection of ideals time worn and manipulated. Driven home by fear. An historical orgy of fact and fiction, rearrange rewritten and consumed.
So you use the book like a handgun, like a bomb. To wage your war on our weak minds. Placate to our insecurities. Brainwashed to march a narrow path. Blindfolded arms tied behind your back. God Forbid you see of feel the forest for the trees.
Some Say I'm Wrong, but thats Ok with me.
Cuz if theirs a God, You all know exactly where I'll be.
Negotiating the contract for the sale of my soul to the devil.
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4. |
Eviction Notice
03:50
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Eviction Notice
Hold my Breath, till I’m blue in the face and I laugh at this whole worlds disgrace. We Destroy all that we’ve built with our toy’s. Thats what we call human progress
We’ve lost the battle we’ve fought with ourselves. Prosperity is now on the shelf. Remember how it used to be. A False sense of feeling were free.
Look what we’ve done, like a house of frat boys. The keg is fucking empty and the house is just destroyed. Mother Nature, the land lord is really fucking pissed. She’s turned off the air conditioner now the world has gone to shit.
We built our city's on unstable grounds. We burned our own house down to just stay warm.
Mr. Politician are you fucking dumb? We’ve all got used to living in a world that has come undone. I don’t expect miracles just use of common sense. We’ve got the fucking science, but no balls to implement!
We’ve come undone.
Complicate the world with mediocre trends,fashion so illogical and problems we can’t mend. Sadly I’m still witnessing this blind faith on the rise, but our problems can’t be fixed with our palms pressed though theses weary closed eyes. You can’t change the world with your palms pressed and weary closed eyes.
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5. |
Feeling Chemical
03:53
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Feeling Chemical
Is it just to much to ask to just not come in last, am I just torturing myself. We'll drink it down or smoke it up. Choose your vice or choose you crutch. But try not to judge a man. Were all doing the best that any of us can.
Needles bottles pipes and buds, prescription pills and fumes to fill your lungs. I do my best to pick and choose. Happiness found in a bag. Truth is non existent anymore. We test the boundary’s of our hollow shells.
Don't tell me how to live!
If it gets you though the day who is anyone to stay that your taking the easy way out. A question lingers in my brain. How the hell do I maintain, a stamina that wont burn out, a candle burning at both ends. We'll douse with gasoline and we'll never put the fire out.
I'm trying to balance out the tabs of my self medication. The management of my two sides. Total control and chaos. Don't forget you have a choice to expand or explode. Display your mind out on a plate or toss it to the vultures.
Be wise, life gets hard sometimes. Choose your vice, but keep in mind... Are you feeling human or feeling chemical?
I'm reacting, I'm exploring this whole world I find around me.
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Civilian Saints And Bombers
When did shit get to heavy, when did we ask to much. You said you wanted this that you lived for it. Remember all the fun. The hardest thing that we asked of you was that you get up on stage drunk. You came to us as a savior but we left you on our cross.
You let us down, and there are consequences. This was your choice, we just want you to accept it.
And you, you mother fucker. You had your second chance. Tied up in emotions stupidly we let you back. Responsibility and loyalty are qualities we found you lacked. When the trips 500 miles well 10 bucks won't help with gas.
You let us down, and there are consequences. This was your choice, we just want you to accept it.
I take back every promise that you stole, every fucking kind word I ever gave you to console. I hope these words are feeling like a fist slammed in your face. We'll I hope you fucking bleed and feel nothing but disgrace. Here's your ass kicking is audio, I hope it leaves you crying in disgrace. But I wish you well, and may all your wounds heal!
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Dollar Ballots
02:58
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Dollar Ballots
It's so hard to live with conviction when your trying to just put food on your plate. The wal-mart sign can look so convincing when it weeks to your next pay day.
So don't forget who the fuck your supporting. Corporate pigs and a poverty wage. Mesmerizer by the convenience the neon signs are calling your name.
You vote where you drop your dollar you vote with every dime. Who's pockets are you lining everyday living you life.
Propaganda from the ad agency, funded by your corporate machine. We pay daily for our brainwash I send my check to the cable company.
You vote where you drop your dollar you vote with every dime. Who's pockets are you lining everyday living you life.
And blood that's shed in foreign lands, secretly funded by sadly by your own hands. No hanging chads and no re-counts. With dollar ballots no need for voter turnout.
You vote where you drop your dollar you vote with every dime. Who's pockets are you lining everyday living your life.
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8. |
Mr. Mechanical
01:53
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Mr. Mechanical
From the moment I saw you I should have know we would fall though, cuz I'm not that kind of guy. The fire in your eyes may have made me fall apart but you put me back together part by part.
But I don't think you did it right my heads on loose these gears ain’t tight, and I'm not what I once was. I feel my heart pounding away in my solid state chest cuz while I feel I just cant seem to shake Mr. Mechanical.
I can't let up for a second and I can't let myself fall down. I'm no model of perfection I'm just a stupid stubborn clown. And I can smoke my inspiration and I can drink myself on down but while your begging me for loving you know ill never hit the ground.
Well yeah my heart is always beating and in my heads it's all programed, all the motions pre-configured laid out in my master plan. Then along comes a lovely senorita wielding a wrench while she flirts.
Now Mr. Mechanical no longer works.
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Dishwashing College Graduate
22 Years of life. Lived under the ruler not the knife. It may not cut but leaves a welt. That 70 thousand dollar paper sure helps with the credit score.
Aren’t mom and dad so proud to have their little boy out on his own, living life, with no regard for anybody else s fucking plans for me.
I played your game, I did my time. I put aside the stupid rhymes to pursue your generally accepted advice. I shaped it as well as anybody could. Got it done as fast as anybody would ever want too.
And now it's time for me, find out what it's like to be free dishwashing college grad. After everything I've done, accomplished it all as one. Time to make the dreams come true...
.. that you talked about stoned in your living room with all your friends who now all have kids working shitty jobs that they will always hate.
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10. |
My Lovely Worm
03:42
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My Lovely Worm
Take me home this city road to a place where I can get a beer. On every corner liquor stores. Liquid confidence always for sale.
And even though it keeps us poor I drink it down without even a thought. Cause after all it keeps us warm, and some nights that all that really counts.
Home is a place I can’t go, It exists only in the past. So here is to my halfway house of friends and other miscreants like me.
And I’m not gonna wait for you, after all that you put me through. You’re the reason why I drink at night. I see your face on the worm at the bottom of my Tequila.
I’ve been lost a thousand times but always seem to stumble on a path. A cracked sidewalk that serenades my footsteps drum along as my heart aches.
And I’m not gonna wait for you, after all that you put me through. You’re the reason that I drink at night. I see your face on the worm at the bottom of my Tequila.
I’ve done OK so far from here doing what I please for the most. But I’m still haunted by my past. The black heart on my arm reminds me that this to will pass.
And I’m not gonna wait for you, after all that you put me through. You’re the reason that I drink at night. I see your face on the worm at the bottom of my Tequila.
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11. |
The Price of Love
05:06
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The Price of Love
Our Love put a lot of miles on my car. Our love put a lot of charges on my card. Our Love put a lot of minutes on my phone. But thats OK. It goes to show the price of love these days.
Guess I'll do without!
Our Love used to put a smile on my face, but theses days it's replace with just a sad and somber embrace. It seems our hearts are slowly beating out if time. With just a few more miles added right before the pending melody line.
Guess I'll do without, Can I do without?
Well the time we spent was beautiful but slowly worked it self right out of tune. The dissonance of urning hearts slowly building up to fall apart. Well everything I promised you, you made me feel I wanted too. Well this is not a change of heart but a realization of what we really want.
There’s a so song in my heart that won't shut up it nags me almost as much as you do. It's got me traveling from state to state with almost no monitory value. And while your asking me for promises and a ring to fit your finger. I'm singing songs about not reproducing and burning white picket fences.
I'm not ready to make no promises. I'm not ready to settle down. I'm ready to really live the moment and scream this music loud. I'm Sorry it had to end this way and I'm sorry if I have hurt you. I may always love you but I don't think your tall enough for this ride.
Our love put a lot of miles on my car. Our love put a lot of charges on my card. Our love put a lot of minutes on my phone. But thats OK. It goes to show the price of love these days. The price of love theses days! Guess i'll do without! Can I do without?
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12. |
Anxiety
02:12
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Anxiety
Anxiety! Keeps my head moving, it keeps me on edge. An internal struggle that will never end. The caffeine is flapping the hole in my head. The words that I’m screaming are better heard not read.
At the end of the day,
.. all you can be is honest.
Anxiety my cruel mistress, keeps me banging my head. What a major mind fuck. I find myself walking in circles instead,
..to keep the momentum!
And I can't let myself fall down. A slave to the constant screaming in my head from all around. This is my peace, the zen of busy feet and desperate words. State dependent learning at it's best has got me feeling so absurd. Anxiety!
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13. |
What We Are
01:44
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What We Are
To your mistakes and my misgivings we seem to find a common ground, but as the sun sets on our days and on our life time I try to keep an active night life.
I know somethings are never perfect. Somethings are better just accepted. But there is beauty in everything that we once had, be it friends or enemies.
Don't let me burn out, don't let me fade away. No one will every be able to say I ever gave up and to all the places that I have been and all the faces of the friends I made you’ll never be forgotten.
My final day the fog rolls in the bay. Awkward goodbys are disenchanting. We'll It's been fun, chapter finished book undone, but now I'm ready for the next page, where's there's no goodbyes just see ya later's.
A part of me will always be floating in the bay.
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14. |
The Disconnection
02:29
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The Disconnection
I've come to terms with the pain inside. I feed off it to erect a stable piece of mind. But the war outside, trigger happy pigs, lost 18 year old boys who's graves we dig. They paid the price of suburban boredom. Enlisted and dressed up in a body bag.
While mom don't be so sad, he died for a cause. No explanation needed. Just rest assured It'll be on the news within the hour, off a teleprompter written by someone that you will never see or will know or will talk to in your life.
What a waste of life at the price of boredom. What a waste of life sacrificed to the man. You say that you got nothing, but I don't understand how anybody could take a bullet for a man that you don't know.
See the disconnection. Feel The disconnection.
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15. |
Lord,The Lube!
02:51
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Lord The Lube!
You lost yourself along the way through the nights of studying and the bills that mom and dad paid. You said you where there to find yourself instead your looking at someone else in the mirror everyday.
You've given up so much doing all they want you too. You made your parents so damn proud but forgot all about you. Consumer just by default you fit the image to a T your praying you a god as well as your TV.
We'll both are man made forms of comfort, simply made to ease the mind. Declarations of insecurities, we've been raised to wait in line.
Lost my ticket into heaven, but hell is all sold out. Wait in line for piece of mind, buy your hope and sell your dreams at the mall. In pursuit of a facade....
... this american dream. Consumer disease, This fashionable cancer and we dine on our despair. Jesus is fucking dead and he don't care.
So we live in this insanity breath the fumes of mediocrity, swallow all the bullshit in pill form. Yeah we operate like puppets with their hands all up our asses and we thank the lord for giving us the lube.
And your praying to a god that never comes, desperately spending to feel purpose. Is this an armageddon party? Or is there hope of a tomorrow?
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16. |
Apocalypse Party
08:09
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Apocalypse Party
Can food stacked next to bottled water. Stacked high in your basement.
Gas masks, medical supplies, apocalypse survival guide. If I could turn back time and destroy the clocks. We could do it all different and give a slight fuck. Blessed and doomed since the industrial revolution. But now that judgement day is hear, there's no god in sight no second coming. Just us realizing our greatest fears.
Don't let go of me as the bombs fall from the sky. Just kiss me harder as we watch the oceans rise. Look into my eyes remember all that we had, washed away in a second but don't let go of my hand.
No, Please don't. Don't let go of my hand.
As we prepare for our demise, we celebrate all the good times. And all the love we shared was it well spent and all the money we wasted on shit that we don't need.
Erik-Wasted all this money on the things we'll never need. Mother Nature found a cure for this human disease and it is me!
Robert-The fucking geed consumes us all. Can't you see that we're our own downfall.
Drew-Smoke more weed! Amphetamines!
Don't let go of me as the bombs fall from the sky. Just kiss me harder as we watch the oceans rise. Look into my eyes remember all that we had, washed away in a second but don't let go of my hand.
Famine and disease, poverty and greed, The human seed, washed away buy a vengeful and unforgiving sea!
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Faithless Saints Portland, Oregon
Faithless Saints are a punk band based in Portland OR. They currently release and record all of their own records from their very own Irican Productions
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