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Not human enough to call a friend,
Not worth enough to call an enemy
You're just the ink in this pen.
You're just words on a page to me.
Don't talk to me about integrity
It's lying dead at your feet.
You're just the ink in this pen.
You're just words on the page to me.
The ink in this pen.
Kick it.
Telling everyone what you think they want to hear,
Consumed by desperation.
You'll never be your own man.
You're just the ink in this pen.
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Who You Know
02:09
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There's no originality in this room
You let toxic fads dictate what you do
You'll never be content when
You search for emptiness, instead of happiness.
And we never gave a fuck
about fitting in
You're always fighting battles
I don't want to win.
It's never been about looking the part
We all pretend to be something we know we're not
And while you're busy fitting in
We just want to scream "fuck the scene".
No matter what you do
No respect for you.
There's no respect
No respect for you
No respect
Not a single thing that you do
It's not about what you know
It's all about who
I can only hope you choke
On your fucking silver spoon.
It's not about what you know
It's all about who.
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Lookin' For Love
01:37
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So what the fuck does love mean these days anyway?
It's a modern hunting ground, stalking our prey.
What the fuck does love mean these days anyway?
Everyone's so fake, why do I take the bait.
And I'm another mistake,
Another pool of regret in the sea of your brain.
It's no wonder we turned out this way:
We're looking for love in all the wrong places.
What the fuck does love mean these days anyway?
Everyone's so fake, why do I take the bait?
What the fuck does love mean these days anyway?
It's your hunting ground, I am the prey.
And now I'm going insane coz' what you see's not what you get so I threw it away.
Is it really so hard to see, love's not a commodity?
Get the fuck off of me.
What the fuck does love mean these days anyway?
Everyone's so fake, why do I take the bait.
What the fuck does love mean these days anyway?
All you do is judge me, don't fucking touch me.
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Disco Mission
02:31
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This night is going nowhere.
Looking all around but theres nothing to find here.
Everyone knows someone,
It's a friend of a friend,
But I can't see anything eventuating.
I just want a pick me up
I just want to feel numb
I just want a pick me up
It's dried out and I've had enough
Wasting time searching,
What do we find here?
I'd trade my dignity to forget my reality.
I just want a pick me up
I just want to feel numb
I just want a pick me up
It's dried out and I've had enough
I never thought I'd see the day,
And I can't help but feel ashamed.
Do you feel ashamed?
Like I feel ashamed?
I'm coming up, I'm freaking out, I can't wait for the come down.
I'm coming up, I'm freaking out, I can't wait for the come down.
I've come up, and I'm freaking out. I can't handle this come down.
I've come up, and I'm freaking out. I can't handle this come down.
I'm fucked.
I can't handle the come down.
The come down.
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No blood runs through this family.
I don't know the person who's standing next to me.
And you compensate with your money,
But you were never really there for us.
Now I'm on my own thinking about what we missed
Do you even regret what you did
Now I'm on my own thinking about what you missed
How could you ever forgive yourself for this.
Now try to rectify everything that you did,
But you could never give back those years.
Now I'm on my own thinking about what you missed
Do you even regret what you did
Now I'm on my own thinking about we missed
How could you ever forgive yourself for this.
But your abandonment made me the man that I am:
Every nervous tick, broken relationships
And I have you to thank.
So thanks again.
These days I'm glad you left.
So thanks again.
It's probably for the best.
What I never did, who I could have been
Everything I missed, I have you to thank.
But you taught me, who I'll never be,
For my integrity, I have you to thank.
These days I'm glad you left.
So thanks again.
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It follows you around like a persuasive friend,
Feeding you lies over and over again.
It's in your head, it's in your mind,
And pretty soon you'll start believing those lies.
There's no escape, there's no relief:
You're full of hate, fear and grief.
You fell for it, succumbed to the stress,
But it's not too late to fix this mess.
It's a machine a propaganda machine,
The sooner you realise the better we'll be.
It's a machine a propaganda machine,
We're being deceived and it's plain to see.
Bust it.
It's in the palm of your hand, it's on the shelf in the store.
It sends you mindless and it preys on the poor.
It comes through your front door, it's above the law.
You feed off of it, you're begging for more.
Brainwashed,
You're begging for more.
Brainwashed,
It's got you begging for more.
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Seven generations of humiliation,
And now you start a conversation for reconciliation.
230 years, not one day of peace.
Don't defend your hate to me,
We whitewashed history.
There's blood on our hands.
We stand on stolen land.
Rape, murder, pillage and plunder,
Stolen children, and now you wonder:
How am I the bad guy, just because my skin is white?
Don't defend your hate to me, You whitewashed history.
Don't defend your hate to me, you whitewashed history.
You benefit from a cultural genocide.
60,000 years of existence and humanity denied.
Don't try to understand.
You'll never comprehend the blood that's on your hands.
You stand on stolen land.
Don't try to understand.
You'll never comprehend the blood that's on your hands.
We stand on stolen land.
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