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Scorched Earth
01:13
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We're on a pre-committed course headfirst for the pavement, but we'll spend the rest of our days blind to the whole world around us. I'm a cog like the rest of you-- a number with nothing to show. Western comforts-- the bait that fooled us. We burnt the entire continent for this. The sun rises, the sun sets. I wait for these years to numb the grief in my mind. I can't wait for it to burn so we can start again.
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The Road Ahead
00:50
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Come and go, changing faces in this room. These gold days start to grey, but the scene always stays the same. We grow up, grow together, live and die in this fickle weather. Nights I'll look back on forever, lending me warmth in the longest winters. Long drives, empty pockets, years stuffed in the backs of closets. In search of some greater truth or clinging desperately to youth. The more I look forward, the less I look back, appreciate the things I really have. Things change, people change, these years fade away/ these moments grow brief.
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Enlighten Me
01:11
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You speak as if your testament is some guiding beacon, a voice in the echoing dark-- your Orwellian prophecy finally taking shape. Throwing stones from deep inside the masses when you're as complacently numb and ill-informed as any other simple mind. You're no skeptic, you're willfully blind. There's no value in opposition alone, it's a fruitless role. Just confused kids searching for a scapegoat amongst this smoke. The war from behind your computer screen is not a war and will never be. You're falling behind, these are feeble attempts to feed eager minds. There's no army among the 1's and 0's, it's out here in the real world. Fed up with the system… the rules… the chain of power and you play along like you've done your part. "Chipping in" will never be enough. It's sad but true: you're part of the problem, and the problem's a part of you.
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Your Choice
00:44
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Reached down to help you up from off this beaten path. You threw me down into the dirt and walked on me instead. I'm so easily disposable, so lightly cast aside. Try pushing me away when you're not hanging from my arm. I'd rather be bored out of my mind than drowning in booze. You're just a kid-- at 30 years what will be your muse? Sad story of a young man who couldn't fill his shoes. I love you like a brother but I'll let go of you like one, too. I'll take it on the chin, just like I have before. Spent years feeling this way so what's a few more? I want you to get better, so pick yourself up from the floor. I'm your friend, not your crutch. Get your priorities in order. Once this city empties, who will soften the blow? If one thing is certain, life isn't slow. So be left behind; lick your wounds and move along. I have faith in you.
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Chip Away
00:51
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You've been running your confused, ignorant mouth for so long. Still you look me in the eye and lie thinking I must be blind. Figure it out; it's time you live up to your words. Behind my back, stealing ones I love. No integrity left beneath these tired lungs. Your words ring hollow and the truth is out. It's a lonely life when you're a crook. Wear your mask, but in time, all things chip away. All liars die alone. I'll never forget; these wounds run deep. Digging your own grave on my time. Your spoils will be brief.
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Morose
00:57
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This weakness of mine biting at my heels again. I wish I could outrun this fate. Small, simple miscalculation, and for once I wish I could bite my tongue. Trust this last thing I say: I wasted your days. I know you don't want to believe it, and trust me, neither do I. Million and one reasons to discount these words. Cheap as they've been, I swear by them still. Fell from the vine, parasites have taken me. There isn't anything left but a pile of bones. Rotting in the dirt-- what a waste of skin I am. Your absence compliments this dead-end state of mind.
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No Solution
00:53
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Should spend my life in search of something greater, just beyond my reach a life of something more.
These long days drag. Try to keep my head on straight-- stay morally-upright. I find nothing in this place that makes me want to change-- not a single thing. No solution, be it prisoner or slave. No solution, beyond the gold and grey. There's not a night when I don't close my eyes and think about how hard I could try. I'll see to it that his road ends under my feet. Stagnant. It's time to commit myself to the flames.
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Revive
01:01
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Alone, alone in this head of mine. Suspended in thoughts that have burnt my time. I'll put an end to this at any cost, looking back on all I've lost. Revive this fire in my mind, take back my life. I'd rather burn than be that person again. It's time to get a grip, I'm on the outside looking in. I can feel myself crawling back on all fours to the demon who I was before. I'll leave these binds in my step, along with all my ills.
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Thoughtcrime Lethbridge, Alberta
Hardcore out of Lethbridge, AB. We currently have a self-titled EP available for free download.
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