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CODO YOPA
03:29
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First Friday's are always really nice
But no one comes back on Saturday night
They say the city seem alright but they’re terrified
They’ve heard all about the kids who have died
On the west end streets the bullets fly
Can’t keep turning your backs on crime
There's murder at the waterway and murder at the Hill
Just up the street they found the body of a girl
Build an illusion of safety
Try to cover up the fear
You think a coat of paint will be that it takes
To make people wanna come back here
Build an illusion of safety
Try to cover up the fear
Build an illusion of safety
Gentrified the neighborhood
pushed the crimes to another block
Out of sight not its out of mind
doesn't mean anything has stopped
You can line the streets with boutique shops
But the people wanna know where are the jobs
Build an illusion of safety
Try to cover up the fear
You think a coat of paint will be that it takes
To make people wanna come back here
Build an illusion of safety
Try to cover up the fear
Build an illusion of safety
What about the men sleeping under the bridge
Gentrified so forget about them
As they build an illusion of safety
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2. |
Willful Compliance
03:15
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Your vote doesn’t matter
Your voice doesn’t matter
Money is all that matters
To keep them in power
You wanna change the system but it's a dead end
When you play their game, you give your consent
For them to keep taking more and more
Can't beat a system that's rotten to the core
Every election another mistake
Another year of passing the blame
Broken promise no hope for change
The rich have their way
While the people think they have their say
The slaves get to choose
The master that hands down the abuse
Breaking news
The system is rigged you're gonna lose
Corruption wins
Same old story again and again
Your vote doesn’t matter
Your voice doesn’t matter
Money is all that matters
To keep them in power
Every election another mistake
Another year of passing the blame
Broken promise no hope for change
They don't represent
We pick the ones to whom we submit
They feed us lies
And the obedient masses praise their disguise
You cannot trust
The people that want to see you crushed
Tyrants speak
And the silent masses we remain weak
You think you have a choice but it’s all a lie
You continue the cycle of your own oppression
Right wing left wing it’s all the fucking same
You continue the cycle of your own oppression
The money and the power go hand in hand
You continue the cycle of your own oppression
You continue the cycle of your own oppression
You continue the cycle of your own oppression
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3. |
House of Lies
01:48
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One thing you should know if we’re playing this game
I never play by the rules
I’ll lie, I’ll cheat, I’ll burn your proof
To ensure that you lose
You’re entering an arena of pain, a coliseum of hate
A roulette with every chamber full
A black spade, death’s head, your cards been pulled
The system has failed
Your card’s been pulled
Our chaos prevails
You’ve all been fooled
Tricked by the lamb in a kingdom of snakes
Convinced again to raise the stakes
The very stakes at which you’ll burn
The final gamble, eternal lesson learned
You’re entering an arena of pain, a coliseum of hate
A roulette with every chamber full
A black spade, death’s head, your cards been pulled
The system has failed
Your card’s been pulled
Our chaos prevails
You’ve all been fooled
We pulled the wool
Right over your eyes
The dealer always wins
In the house built on lies
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4. |
Saturation
02:36
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Thirty different angles of every tragedy
No time to process all the savagery
Instant awareness immediate despair
In the blink of an eye it’s posted everywhere
Chaos in the world
But we look away
Turn a blind eye
To the violence that we see
Ambassador dead, assassin screams
We see it all live on tv
Night club shootings almost every month
So much footage I’m losing touch
Apathy
Disregard
Humanity
Falls apart
Chaos in the world
But we look away
Turn a blind eye
To the violence that we see
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5. |
Losing Battle
03:41
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I’ll tell you one thing about politics
Those fuckers only cater to the rich
It’s an endless fight to make things fair
The wheels are spinning but you’re going nowhere
You go to school, learn to be your best
Day one on the job you’re crushed by debt
Work your ass off to survive
The American dream is a fucking lie
The wage slaves will talk about rising up
But they’ll quickly be crushed
The market is at all time highs
But you’re just barely scraping by
The odds are stacked against me and you
We’re all fucked no matter what we do
Cuz rich men will do whatever it takes
Lower classes can’t catch a break
You can work til you bleed but remember that
We’re all just slaves to the employing class
There’s no class war
It’s a one sided slaughter
The wage slaves will talk about rising up
But they’ll quickly be crushed
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6. |
Eyes on the Road
01:52
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Slaving away on a dead end path
Do nothing but complain about where you’re at
I can see it in your eyes, cold empty stares
Sitting idle, you’ll go nowhere
It’s better to make a thousand new mistakes
Than repeat the ones you’ve already made
Always move forward
Never look back
Rearview mirrors
For remembering the past
Can’t keep circling wasting your time
Searching for answers you know you’ll never find
Always move forward
Never look back
Rearview mirrors
For remembering the past
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7. |
Death or Misery
01:44
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It says more about you than it does about me
When you’re bitching behind a computer screen
I’m not even hurt by what you say
I just wish that you would say it to my face
Another place or another time
Maybe you wouldn’t be out your mind
Born to suffer, you’re blind to the cure
Offered salvation but I closed that door
I’ve bit my tongue
For far too long
I won’t let you
Drag me down
I won’t let you
Drag me down
I won’t let you
Drag me down
I’d rather die
Than be miserable like you
I’d rather die
Than be miserable like you
I’d rather die
Than be miserable like you
I’d rather die
Than be miserable like you
I’d rather die
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8. |
Hey Vern
02:18
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In disbelief at all I’ve heard
About your actions and your words
No wonder those kids are terrified of you
Is your head unstable?
I don't know how you'd be able
To raise your hand to your own flesh and blood
A couple lost kids in need of help
Don’t have any respect for themselves
Your verbal abuse is worse than your fist
Domestic tragedy
Events so sad to see
Scars you can't erase
You’re not saving face
You have these kids hopped up on meds
To deal with the problems in their heads
But every one of them begins with you
It’s the kind of thing you'd see on TV
But now it’s happening so close to me
Can’t believe the shit these kids have been through
Domestic tragedy
Events so sad to see
Scars you can't erase
Destroying the lives you helped to create
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9. |
Contempt
02:29
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We are torn Battered and broken
We are torn A reality absurd
We are torn Hatred in clear view
We are torn A majority unheard
We are torn Divided and conquered
We are torn Like a burning wreck
We are torn Picking up the pieces
We are torn A country in distress
There’s no difference between the truth and the lies they say
And we’re told to believe them no matter what they say
Media are just pawns in the games they play
Pushing their agenda to our dismay
We are torn Divided and conquered
We are torn A reality absurd
We are torn Picking up the pieces
We are torn A majority unheard
We come together in rooms like this
Every night all across this country
In direct defiance of the controllers
In direct defiance of the way they think
Direct defiance
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10. |
Dissipated
03:13
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Friday nights blurred into Sundays
Bottles of liquor cases of beer
That's the story of my twenties
Weekends that became years
Drastic actions nihilistic feelings
Hope and promise wasted away
Broken down there's no healing
Bitter shell is all that remains
Self destruction
Moral corruption
Aggravation
Sick of this routine
Sick of this
Sad routine
Sick of this
Sad routine
Weight on my shoulders, I’m getting weak
Can’t take the world bearing down
Another bleak turn, its all on me
Put up a fight but I'm burning out
Daily habits have grown so stale
Like déjà vu every day
I have this belief that so few share
Foundation is cracking I am betrayed
Self destruction
Moral corruption
Aggravation
Sick of this routine
Every day its lies upon lies
Constant battle to do what’s right
I hide behind this tattered mask
Wrestling with demons from my past
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11. |
Future Death Race IV
02:03
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You think that you’ve got it all so bad
but you have no one to blame but yourself
you have friends that would do anything for you
but you turn your back when they try to help
you keep on running, you keep on running, you keep on running, you
gotta get away, just can’t face yourself
you seek advice but you just never listen
you just keep making the same mistakes
you make bad decisions again and again
when you’re called out you run away
you gotta get away, just can’t face yourself
you can’t keep running from your problems
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12. |
Wyld Times
01:54
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I still go to shows where the kids are having fun
maybe I’m wasting my time
but now I’m the outcast, I clearly don’t belong
maybe I have nothing left
my age is creeping up, time has taken its toll
maybe I should just move on
but I still up front and singing this song
I’m not on the inside, but I’m looking out
I’m trapped in a state of discontent
where I don’t really know what’s important to me
and wondering where the good times went
I’m trying to stay true to my beliefs
I don’t feel like I belong here
but it gets harder and harder every day
I definitely don’t belong out there
I compromise more than I’d like to admit
I don’t feel like I belong here
Everyday battles keep getting in the way
I definitely don’t belong out there
I’m not on the inside, but I’m looking out
I’m trapped in a state of discontent
where I don’t really know what’s important to me
and wondering where the good times went
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13. |
Bottom Feeders
01:43
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So much is building it hurts deep inside
too much pressure I’m barely alive
I can no longer hide the way I feel
now all my problems are becoming so real
times get rough and things look bleak
I’m barely getting by at the end of the week
I can take no more, where’s the relief
I need some space so I can…
Bottle it all up now I just can’t let it go
I’m about to break I’m feeling so low
everything in my world is falling apart
I just can’t deal when shit gets this hard
times get rough and things look bleak
I’m barely getting by at the end of the week
I can take no more, where’s the relief
I need some space so I can breathe
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Olde Tigers York, Pennsylvania
Loud, fast, riffy, hardcore/punk of the headbanging variety.
East Bay punk meets East Coast hardcore.
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