1. |
A Synapse
02:14
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2. |
Fuck You
02:59
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There's a yuppie coming down from a mountain town
Talking 'bout 'Working Classes'...
While he's working for the Rich and killing the Poor
Puttin toxins in the water, puttin toxins in the floor
And he's hunting and fishing like he's got a full bore
Driving 'round like he's Dukes of Hazzard...
...you can't slip a scab past me
So...
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
For what you do to us
For what you do to me
So Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
For what you sell your folks
For what you tell your folks
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
For what you do to your community
You can't slip a scab past me
You can't slip a scab past me
There's a doctor at the door from the cancer ward
Talking 'bout 'Cluster cases'...
About how they can't tell why your lungs blown out
And your hip is broken to bits...
But you got some cancer and it's spreading out
And it ain't a good prognosis...
The plaque on the wall reads 'Dedicated by Massey Coal'...
So...
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
For what you do to us
For what you do to me
So Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
For what you sell your folks
For what you tell your folks
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
For what you do to your community
You can't slip a scab past me
You can't slip a scab past me
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3. |
Breathe
03:20
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When you see the outside
Do you think it's all there is?
Happiness in spades
Where problems don't exist?
That there's nothing deeper than
The shell that holds us in?
I ask cuz I'm trying to find
A way to prove that more exists...
(breathe)
There's something darker than
This picture can show...
An emptiness inside
That never seems to go...
And despite what I build
And no matter what I think...
There's a hole in my soul
That never seems to shrink...
I've tried my luck with caring
With self-sacrifice...
But everything that I touch...
Tends to...
...I just try...
...to keep moving...
...to keep hoping...
...that something will fucking break!
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4. |
Interlude A
01:47
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5. |
A Scene In The City
03:18
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6. |
Exrra
01:11
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7. |
Interlude B
03:27
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8. |
Walk Among Them
03:58
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When I walk among them
I see a sight too far
A broken sign too far gone
A broken tooth too far lost
Yet I see a faint glimmer
In the distant sky
When I tyr to whisper
This voice breaks into a cry
Too many years of holding backwards
A lifetimes worth of dying inside
That I see a faint glimmer
Just at the edge of my sight
Something to hold me till tomorrow
A little hope things may just be alright
We can't' count the loses
It would be too much to bear
We just make space in our hearts and
Know we're keeping our friends there
Sometimes it gets darker
Darker than I can bear
Sometimes it gets a little harder
Harder than I can feel
Yet i look for that faint glimmer
Out on the edge of space
Something to give me a tomorrow
Something to give me a place
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