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I Feel Like I'm Dying

by The Southside Choir Boys

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1.
We're kept awake by ventilators While they fall asleep at home Living all their normal lives We're not even allowed to mourn We're expected to survive On just pennies a day While we keep the world alive So they can all go play The American Dream is alive and well In a bunker beneath West Virginia Living in a coffin But I'm living the dream It's not about the breaths we take But the silence in between Now we say our goodbyes A hundred times a day Not knowing if we'll meet again Each time we go away Our lives essential sacrifice To keep the wheels turning Our souls the coals that stoke the flames That keep the world burning The American Dream is alive and well In a bunker beneath West Virginia Living in a coffin But I'm living the dream It's not about the breaths we take But the silence in between
2.
It’s so much to take sometimes Living in a place where we’re dying Failing upwards at best at the cost of a lifetime of debt Can we stare at the sun, unaffected? I think not but I’ve never been one to think too much for myself The strings are coming loose Hold me like a noose Dose me, MKU Im not ready for the truth Roaming the streets armed to the teeth, with a bat, out of the park Gritting through bones on my face sweating for the last time in this heat I couldn’t say what went wrong but I know where we’re going This ride ain’t gonna end until they flood the streets with the dead The strings are coming loose Hold me like a noose Dose me, MKU Im not ready for the truth
3.
Hands up (Don't shoot) I'm walking here Hands up (Don't shoot) I'm jogging here Hands up (Don't shoot) I live here I'm reaching for my ID, sir Hands up (Don't shoot) He made a move Hands up (Don't shoot) He threatened me Hands up (Don't shoot) 10-89 I was afraid for my blue life We will live our lives in fear Until every last cop disappears Please officer I can't breathe Please officer I can't breathe Tell my mom I love her Tell my mom I love her Tell my mom I love her We kneel (They shoot) "You hate the flag" We march (They shoot) Their teargas We fight (They shoot) From armored vans But we will mount our own defense We kneel (They shoot) So we attack We march (They shoot) Now we shoot back We fight (They shoot) So this is war We won't ask nicely anymore We wont live our lives in fear We'll make every last cop disappear Hey officer can you breathe? Hey officer can you breathe? ACABracadabra ACABracadabra ACABracadabra A-C-A-B Hands up Don't shoot I can't breathe
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G.E.M. 02:16
Yesterday you saw that guy from work Yeah you know the one I mean Said that he was doing fine And you know that pisses you off 50 hours a week And that doesn't even count commute Work, eat, pray, sleep Makes me want to fucking puke Then you meet someone outside of a bathroom that reminds you of you And you freeze in that moment Like two snakes lost in time And you say to them “I feel like I’m dying too” I’ll fist fight my boss tomorrow Maybe that’ll change his tone Or lifts up his attitude Maybe he’ll even remember my name 50 hours a week They say you should be filled with pride We were meant for more Than to pay rent and fucking die Then you meet someone outside of a bathroom that reminds you of you And you freeze in that moment Like two snakes lost in time And you say to them “I feel like I’m dying too” What life is worth living Under someone else’s boot What life is worth dying After all we’ve been through What life is worth wasting For someone else’s cause What is life to them If not just money and god?
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First we offered peace It's time for something new Backs against the wall What else could we do? We kneeled in the streets We carried our signs But you fired on us Time after fucking time Each attempt we make More futile than the last The time for talking Has fucking passed 400 year old powder keg Waiting for a spark No more will history Be written in the dark Armed with bottles, rocks, and fists We'll take aim at true terrorists Armed with bottles, rocks, and fists We'll take aim and we will not miss We watch men die On live video streams The Party says reject What our own eyes have seen National guard on alert Whole town's boarded up Who's really on trial? The victim or the cop?

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Album recorded quarantine style in our own homes
Album mixed by Veronica Luecke
Mastered by Frank Toncar
Cover art by Soothing

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released August 11, 2021

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