1. |
All on Me
01:17
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Old Scratch has his eye on me,
as I make these twisted fingers bleed,
trying to wring a truth from the lies I created,
I feel so jaded,
as everything I ever built,
comes crashing down,
a martyr complex,
wreathed in this thorn crown,
this is the end of me,
It doesn't even matter what I say,
Cause no one listens anyway,
its, all on me, all on me,
the weight of the world to fuel your fire,
and it doesn't even matter what I say,
Cause no one gives a shit anyway,
it's all on me, all on me,
your twisted eyes will never see,
It's all a lie,
and I don't want to die alone,
another victim,
of brutal honesty,
these times are hard,
but you don't care,
as long as you can,
get drunk and pass out in the dark,
All on me, all on me, all on me, all on me
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2. |
Drowning in Paradise
02:48
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From the real world we run,
from neat suburban corridors and the sun,
To three bedroom houses and happy families,
beneath the flight zone paths and dying palm trees,
We'll play happy faces for the community,
to hide the depression the we all breathe,
We'll drink until we feel numb inside,
we'll drown in bliss and paradise
Whoa-oh--oh-oh-oh
We'll tell ourselves that our lives mean something,
when we come home to our stability,
In the hot summer nights,
we'll make the sure the AC is just right,
We'll climb into beds of thousand thread count sheets,
and wait for the oblivion of sleep,
We'll wake and work each and every day,
our existence planned, its set away,
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
We'll hold each others hands and sigh,
if ignorance is bliss then this is paradise,
We'll stay the same until we die,
if ignorance is bliss then this is paradise,
We'll view the world with rose tinted eyes,
if ignorance is bliss then this is paradise,
Theres no chaos here, theres no strife,
if ignorance is bliss then this is paradise
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3. |
I've got a Bomb
02:11
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I've got a bomb,
where's it going to go,
to the police station,
mail it down the road,
there's so many places I want to see gone,
I've got a vision,I've got a bomb,
I've got a bomb,
and it's full of hate,
glass shards and nails,
delivered to the heads of the state,
there are some people who deserved to be harmed,
I've got a bomb and it's fully armed,
I've got a bomb,
I've got a bomb,
I've got a bomb,
and its coming for you,
a homemade equaliser for the few,
that perpetuate their sexist, racist hate,
I've got a bomb, and it's much too late,
I've got a bomb,and I'm making ends meet,
I'll steal from the rich,
distribute to the poor to eat,
there are some people who deserved to be harmed,
I've got a bomb, and it's fully armed,
I've got a bomb,
I've got a bomb
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