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Straight Outta Gosforth
03:02
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Turns out I can be meaner
Than I’ve ever seen in her
And I know this life is seamless
It’s all integration from experience
We ride the circles feeling worthless
Lashing out for no purpose
We chase warmer climes
In the worst of times
In this rising tide
I live that shit behind
And I’ve been walking these same streets on different feet
Not quite transcendental, I’ll just call it what it means to me
It’s the struggle from which I can finally break free
Just call it what it means to me
And it turns with the seasons
Every facet of reason
You could call it treason
Inhale the paint that’s peeling
In these rooms we inhabit
We’re all so fucking dramatic
And you can fill your time
With petty strife
Wondering why
You never walk the line
And I’m resigned to make the same mistakes
So don’t wait up for some revelation
I can believe you’d take me in your stride
Its like my shame has died and somehow left me alive
I finally feel complete
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FUCK30
01:59
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Lines of coke from the ass of some dead prostitute
His heart is still beating but the soul is destitute
Of the life, of the solution
of the search for resolution
Of what the revolution started out to be
Before production lines
And those capitalist lies
After the cries for help
And the smiles of wealth
Before they took what's dearest to me
It's time to leave this fucking country.
It's time to leave this fucking country.
How could I ever explain?
...to you?
The wealthy bastards that leave us in pain
It's such a shame
Ya gotta read
Gotta fight
Pull the trigger, ignite
Throw yourself at the change
Make some enemies, fuck your taste
You've gotta fight for your place on the stage
You've gotta fight for your place on the stage
Hate is your own home grown death wish
If you want my explicit position
It's unremarkable to succumb
If we don't fight it we become
All the things we never wanted to be
And can you defend your mistakes?
Can you define your own place, or d'ya gotta fake?
You fucking waste of space!
Pull it together, you're a human in line
Just get there for nine
And sure you'll do fine
fuck your plans, you got mine
I get that it's a fucking mess
But that shit's utopian at best
(And I'm not impressed)
No we're not fucking impressed...
We're not fucking impressed!
Ya gotta read
Gotta fight
Pull the trigger, ignite
Throw yourself at the change
Make some enemies, fuck your taste
You've gotta fight for your place on the stage
You've gotta fight for your place on the stage
You've gotta fight for your place
Don't let me rain on your parade
You've gotta fight for your place on the stage
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