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Bad ideas, good intentions ultimately fail
Condemned to the devil's work I'm ironin' out details
I break more than I build, all the enthusiasm's killed
Pure of heart and with strong will I'll fail this most triumphantly
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Boots On The Ground
02:45
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Not living the life you feel you've earned
Not feeling your age or time that you waste
The world has moved on, those bridges are burned
So close to a hopeless case
Here in the place with the people that you've found
Don't fall behind, just follow the sound
You can be the spark that will torch this town
This beginning's an end/ New beginnings and an end
Too good to be true, hell this world's not new
All the lit and the art that comes from here
Differing views and folks just like you
And people so delightfully weird
Here we're all fearless and we all walk proud
Colour or creed you have boots on the ground
Freak flags can fly, individual's allowed
This beginning's an end
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Throw Hands
02:09
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Sky came falling and the panic's setting in
Heart racing with anxiety, don't know where you are
Outnumbered in a fight you know you can't win
Hopeless to run now you won't get far
Start swinging limbs as the fists rain down
Shocked by the smell of your own blood
Keep your feet beneath you and try not to go down
Or stand as long as you can
We all have that friend whose mouth writes cheques
That you know their stupid ass can't cash
"Was it something I said?", we're both as good as dead
Surviving this I'll never listen to you again
Get robbed at my job of my time and will to live
Punched the clock now a punch in the jaw
The last thing I want or need is this
Or stitches and to walk with a limp
This is not the games we play or the films we've seen
It hurts and hits hard and it'll leave a scar
A trip to the ER follows everywhere we've been
I'd laugh if it didn't hurt to laugh too hard
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Flash Flood
03:11
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Knee-high waters don’t suit me or anybody really
Different storm same story and the same sinking feeling
I wish I had better skills, could work more useful miracles
Than lighting up a smoke in a storm
If I ever make it home I’ve got a new found appreciation
For this city’s summer sun, humidity can go get fucked
If you find me face down in this flood
Return my wallet to my pocket once you've taken the good stuff
Will my ride never come, I die soaked to the bone
Will I see another sunrise or be washed away
From mortal coil and memory, down the proverbial drain
So delicate and so dramatic, the way I’m doomed to think
Think twice, play nice, meditate on your next words
Forgiveness over permission, a little hesitation never hurt
Headlines and deadlines, there are less exciting ways to go
Than calm and pre-embalmed, decked out in your best clothes
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Government Name
02:23
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You could be right, watch our lives collapse from the edge of the world
This could be the night, where we pull the knives out
Realisation and conclusion we're pointing in the wrong direction
Too far gone to hold our fire, only just finding out now
No longer a target, did we forget what we’re doing this for
Work towards an end of all the heartache and preparing to demand more
Take me far away from here, put some distance on the memory
Our younger selves would’ve hated us, we could be our own enemies
Climbing out of a classic case, between hard times and this cold place
Never wanted a life on rails, never wanted to die a cliche
Sick from suffering under a strain, want to jump from this borrowed shell
In the quietest moments no one cops to it, we’ve made our own hell
Was that you, your name tattooed, a muse, a cause, a reason to be
Is it just a way to throw us off, are we part of the story
Hold our heads up high, beholden to no one but we're on our own
Loves ones, lovers, in desperate tongues we speak, ultimately alone
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A Murder Of Crows
02:57
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Don’t take the sight of the sun tomorrow for granted
It’s not a given we’ll all live to see the day
Live long enough to learn, live with the mistakes
Sins of the forsaken, we take them with us to our graves
Write me out of culture, too old for any industry
Write me up a new future without a dead end
It was the last chance we were allowed for the last gang in town
It was the last of the finite, precious resources on which we depend
Sing me something sweet, to pull us from the jaws of our defeat
At the downfall of us all it’s last call for confessions
A failed attempt, let your failures be the last thing of which you speak
As I recall it was all unspoken, never let on we were so weak
Without machines, algorithms or technology
Compose the perfect prose to write things right
Bend slowly to turn the corners we’ve painted ourselves into
Crawl slowly to cross those borders quietly into the night
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Stolen Valor
02:17
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Don’t be so hard on yourself, but don’t go blaming me
The dichotomy of different youths, of two different truths
I’m no closer to answers young man, I’m just trying to fit in
Trying not to trip on pronouns, finding the right thing to do
I can’t take credit for the empathy being shown
We spoke with a sense of consequence, but down to fight
Those trying to silence us were targets of bricks being thrown
Now we’re trying not to fall foul of what's decidedly right
Once in a while we need to learn we’re gonna get our feelings hurt
Pick our battles and don't condemn a past we'd all learn from
Sure, boys and men alike got away with being boys
Call me on it when I say dumb shit but let's have the discussion
I’ve agonised and crossed out lines trying not to come across
As calling for people to grow a spine and have values like mine
Just chewing on the contrast of how those who fought for hate fought and lost
How those fighting to be heard might have something to say of worth
The dichotomy of different youths, of two different truths
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Straight Razor
02:20
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I can’t believe, none of it hits, I'm not reaping the benefits
Don’t my past hold any weight, don’t you know who I am
For years I’ve toiled, rewards and spoils should be mine to take
If anyone can get the benefit of the doubt, just have faith that I can
I was sure I had a few good years to coast on my good name
Calling my shot and deciding what was and was not
Not having to tap a shoulder to get someone listening
A what have you done for me lately world asking what have you got
Guess I’m just cursed to care, about what is or isn’t fair
Especially when it concerns me and my stupid friends
In the end there are casualties between here and there
Do I have to step on some heads to get ahead
Having set my sights low, now I’ve got nothing to show
All I could accomplish was from running in a different race
Of all I could present, hardly anyone could give a shit
I’ve cashed in all the favours I could call in we’re in a different place
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Cosmic Relief
02:20
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When the stars align, we'll be just fine
Why put your best foot forward, all we have is time
You're going to learn tomorrow's none of our concern
So let's enjoy the luxury of our hindsight
Stars explode but ours is safe, so take it day by day
Here's a thought, worry not
If life is sweet in the elite or at the bottom of the pile
Weather the storm through gritted teeth and smile
I'm here to reassure you can be sure
You can throw yourself into living your best life
If something ever ails you then I'm sure there is a cure
If I should ever fail you then I'm wrong your right
I'd rather be pleasantly surprised and wrong
Than have my worst fears be right
I could worry stupid choices will be my end
I could also go quiet in the night
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Rose To Prominence
02:11
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I haven’t come forward claiming no reward
Just looking to settle an old score
I remember us fondly from time to time
Broke our brains together the fault was somehow solely mine
Fell apart with one another, two ships crashing in the night
None of it was good for us or those concerned where we'd end up
I hate airports and being away from my dog and my own bed
But months turned into years after I should've walked right after you
Navigating a haze on puke and piss-soaked streets
Moonlight and streetlights lighting our way
Running from the rain, still complaining about the heat
Stepped over weekend corpses, that’ll be us at home the following day
Was I a low point, a close call or someone’s big regret
Should’ve figured it out by now, guess I’m not mature enough just yet
Guess it would have made sense not to kill that inner child
That was warning us there’s more to life than leaving this life in style
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