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To Swerve & Neglect
02:43
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Another night in Akron means another attack
The rubber city will never bounce back
1 in 3 dollars spent on toys for swine
While 1 in 4 people live in squalor by design
You got to show you’re the alpha of the pack
With 46 warning shots in the back
Police said “we did nothing wrong”
And their appointed grand jury goes along
Oppressing all the commoners
You were meant to protect
But you swore on the blue line
To swerve and neglect
Hey APD! Fuck you!
It’s never been so clear to me it’s never been so obvious
They’re unloading clips in us, dropping magazines
That fear that they’re selling us
The same one in ur hands
Is exactly what you’ll find here in the scene
It’s never been so clear to me it’s never been so obvious
They’re unloading clips in us and they’re doing it on your dime
The only way to kill a god is with an rpg
What’d you think they’re doing with their time?
Swerve and Neglect
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I’ve been looking for new ways to find
How I can stay trapped inside the lines
Of the 7/11 or the DMV
Yeah I can groove to that, straight into the sea
Spending weed money on rent and rent money on weed
Doing everything I can just to satisfied needs
Both basic and complex like emotional type shit
But that’s easier on paper it is than afk
Maybe it’s real chill to be living in this hell
At least rents cheap oh wait jk it’s not
Why don’t some $$$ guy come tell me what it means
I’m like Alice living in her dreams ‘cept I just wanna die
I’ve been looking for new ways to find
How I can stay trapped inside the lines
Of the 7/11 or the DMV
Yeah I can groove to that, straight into the sea
In a sea of stability, I’m still drowning
I’ll Fuck myself for 40 days for one drop of serotonin
Living in the apocalypse
Holocaust borne on a “savior’s” lips
The serfs are restless, lords all fled
And the kings have all gone mad
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A mastodon of mistakes lead by poison and fear
Of forgetting everything I’ve known
Before my eyes turned from blue to blood-shot
I learned everything about giving up
I got drugs, I got fear, I got some way out of here
I got love, I got hugs, and a chance to rise above
It’s a pity, looking back at the days
I decided to burn out and fade
Sometimes it feels like everything has changed
Even though nothing real has
I got drugs, I got fear, I got some way out of here
I got love, I got hugs, and a chance to rise above
Asphalt gardens, take me away
Asphalt gardens, you don’t know what you mean to me
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PUNK IZ JAZZ
01:51
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Sidewalk prophets speak their peace
While men in suits lie through their teeth
Allies found in struggles shared
NO ONE is safe when ONE lives scared
Late night chats on darkened streets
Away from corporate hands
It’s where the revolution starts
And someday where it ends
No shareholder or CEO
Controls what’s inside you
No politician, priest, or cop
Can take away your truth
As gin soaked tears run down your face
40 years of struggle is released
Late night chats on darkened streets
Away from corporate hands
It’s where the revolution starts
And someday where it ends
No shareholder or CEO
Controls what’s inside you
No politician, priest, or cop
Can take away your truth
As gin soaked tears run down your face
40 years of struggle is released
The final, most essential command
To write the end with your own hand
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Defy/Deny
01:57
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I don’t remember asking for this
A life to defy a life to deny
Deny me my basics destroy myself
Become anything but what was meant
The times we hold close all lose meaning
Just another way to cope and
survive
What life we’ve been left with
down to the wire
Down to my bones and worst desire
Didn’t change cuz I wanted to
I only did because I had to
And if I could do it all again
I’d probably do some things a little different,
Yeah I’d fuck up my life in a different way
And say all things I never got to say
But don’t you doubt for a second there
I’d still be rolling in the same old Corolla
There seems to be no end to this new sinking feeling
This new way of doing things that stops both progress and peace
And yet we struggle to find that in ourselves not seeing the big fucking picture
That it’s all one thing and it’ll end with the deepest cut
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The New Normal
02:48
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Coffins line the streets
The flags stay at half mast
Bread lines stretch for miles
Like we all forgot the past
Common sense solutions fall
Right through our fragile grasp
While half the country justify
The lots we’ve all been cast
We can’t let, can’t let, can’t let this
We can’t let this
Become normal
(x2)
We just want to live
In a world that’s already dead
Children live in fear
Of their own existence
While their survival
Is just a tool for politics
A.R. 15’s for white kids
Thoughts and prayers for the rest
While half the country celebrate
Another pile of dead kids
We can’t let, can’t let, can’t let this
We can’t let this
Become normal
(x2)
We just want to live
In a world that’s already dead
We can’t let this
Can’t let this
Can’t let this become normal
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