1. |
Introspective
02:46
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It’s 2 o’clock in the evening
And I’m still thinking of you
I can’t say what I’m thinking
So I hope to god you do
The movies just keep getting faster
And meaning less and less to me
But my mind is numb to the message perceived
So I see what I want to see
He’s the man in the mirror who’s better than me
Cause he can think for himself
He can say what he feels
And feels what he thinks
I wish I could too
He’s the man in the mirror who’s better than me
Cause he can think for himself
He can say what he feels
And feels what he thinks
I wish I could too
The nights are getting colder
And the loneliness sets in
Desperate for human affection and touch
But the walls are closing in
All I want is to see you
And to watch you go
Isolations a bitch but it is what it is
I feel so out of touch
He’s the man in the mirror who’s better than me
Cause he can think for himself
He can say what he feels
And feels what he thinks
I wish I could too
He’s the man in the mirror who’s better than me
Cause he can think for himself
He can say what he feels
And feels what he thinks
I wish I could too
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2. |
Up In Flames
02:10
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It’s three o’clock in the morning and I hear a noise out side
I thinks just some bogan who’s off his head or completely fried
So I go back to bed
Then i get a fright
It’s my neighbours car
Some ones set it alight
Street fires burning in the night
Stolen car but that’s alright
Vandalism and nasty theft
I don’t know how much more I have left
All I hear is bang after bang and then fuel tank exploded
The car erupts right there on the street and my neighbours are frozen
There’s glass and metals everywhere
Raining from the sky
I suspect the bloke down the road
What a shady guy
Street fires burning in the night
Stolen car but that’s alright
Vandalism and nasty theft
I don’t know how much more I have left
It’s not the first time it’s happened either
Even on this street
Cars go missing every night
I admit defeat
I’m sick of this shit
I’m going back to bed
There’s not much to worry about
At least that’s what mum said
Street fires burning in the night
Stolen car but that’s alright
Vandalism and nasty theft
I don’t know how much more I have left
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3. |
Braindead
02:08
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Walking around with an empty head
I’m starting to feel a little braindead
Sometimes I wonder if there’s point at all
When it won’t be worth it till all of the fascists fall
We’re told no every single day
We’re told little lane
They’re too scared of what’s outside of the box
So they just sit and comb their precious locks
I’m sick of being told what to do
That’s why we’re bringing our demands to you
Feel like I’ve been pumped full of lead
The ozone’s full of carbon we’re as good as dead
Do my best to scream and call
When it won’t be worth it till all of the fascists fall
We’re told no every single day
We’re told little lane
They’re too scared of what’s outside of the box
So they just sit and comb their precious locks
I’m sick of being told what to do
That’s why we’re bringing our demands to you
Do not talk stay silent instead
Don’t disobey or else you won’t be fed
The worlds built for us so let us fix it all
And It won’t be worth it till all of the fascists fall
We’re told no every single day
We’re told little lane
They’re too scared of what’s outside of the box
So they just sit and comb their precious locks
I’m sick of being told what to do
That’s why we’re bringing our demands to you
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4. |
Vacant
03:29
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I am doing just fine without you
And everything you put me through
You want me to say I hate you
There is nothing left you can do
I hope you are just fine with out me
Now my spitefulness can fly free
It gives me a sense of freedom
You’re a just a big ticking time bomb
Get away
Make me stay
Not today
Ahhhhh
I am doing just fine without you
And everything you put me through
You want me to say I hate you
There is nothing left you can do
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5. |
Leaving School Early
02:59
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It’s Friday morning
I’ve just got to class
Geez I’m Already bored
I’m thinking about pissing off early
I wander what the teacher will think
Or my parents
But you know what
I don’t give a shit
I don’t like my uniform
All my book pages are torn
In my head and out my ear
I’m gonna get away from here
I left the school premises
The teacher on duty saw me
I started to run
But the bastard caught me
He took me to the principals office
And he started to mouth
But you know what
I just don’t give a shit
I don’t like my uniform
All my book pages are torn
In my head and out my ear
I’m gonna get away from here
The teacher called my parents
It was pretty hairy
My mum started to yell
It was pretty scary
But you know what
I don’t give a shit
I don’t like my uniform
All my book pages are torn
In my head and out my ear
I’m gonna get away from here
I don’t like my uniform
All my book pages are torn
In my head and out my ear
I’m gonna get away from here
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