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Post Punk Intro
01:44
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the cover's blown, we've all been smoked out, and filed through an endless drought. through endless hallways, and unmarked doors, all painted white, what a fucking bore. what a price to pay just for wanting more, well I know who to blame
men with masks conceal no face / empty vessels fueled by hate / disregard for human life / never knowing what's inside / our faces shoved in dirt there's nothing we can do to show 'em what we're really worth
can't wake up from this endless dream, awake in hell
tied to the tracks, my insides shift, fading to black
can't find the ropes, my nerves are shot, and i'm finding that nothing, nothing, nothing ever works
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Language
01:21
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it doesn't matter how you say it / your eloquence is overrated / their worlds are mindless and archaic / you gotta make em understand / it doesn't matter how you say it / they're swinging fists into the pavement
they're only out to serve one purpose
offend offend offend offend offend
the devil doesn't need an advocate
god you make me sick
take matters into your own hands / the only language that they understand / knock em loose just to send the message / make em hurt maybe they'll finally get it
they're only out to serve one purpose
offend offend offend offend offend
the devil doesn't need an advocate
is that your only trick?
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Future Leash
01:29
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hold the leash above my head / draw it tight, take my breath / squeeze the air out of my lungs / condition of everyone / take my future, make it bright / a check to help me sleep at night
i can't make peace with the enemy
prod and press you just to watch you bleed
i can't make peace with the enemy
i can't bet it all on this / odds stacked against you / white collar to guide you through / docile, let me loose
future leash
i can't make it to work man / all you complacent fucking assholes / you make it look so goddamn easy
but i can't make peace with the enemy
prod and press you just to watch you bleed
i can't make peace with the enemy
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Trail of the Dog
02:21
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take off the mask / take it to your grave / i'm done biting my tongue, each time you misbehave / a trail of bodies follows you, you won't get far / you've got your face pressed to the roof / by the smell of fear and sweat and blood
crooked wolf
didn't think that you'd get caught
playing god with the devils flock
stripped of your disguise / sentenced to death / how long will you survive / knowing the wake you left / a trail of bodies follows you, you won't get far / they've got your scent, and now you're through / trail of the dog
crooked wolf
didn't think that you'd get caught
playing god with the devil's fucking flock
i got no sympathy / you get just what you need / i know you won't get far / trail of the fucking dog
nothing left for you to do but run
can't change the coward you've become
your actions have consequences
and i'll make damn sure you don't forget it
stripped of your disguise
sentenced to death
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