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Dead Inside
03:01
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Back and forth we go. How will it end, nobody can know. This constant posturing fake life consumes us all. The feeling so intoxicating, judge ourselves by what we’re rated. The scourge to deify us all. It’s a wall full of lies, we all know. Where we’re marginalized, for how we look cause we’re dead on the inside. Back and forth we go, When will it end, nobody can know. This constant posturing fake life consumes us all. The feeling so intoxicating, judge ourselves by what we’re rated. The scourge to deify us all, control. It’s a wall full of lies, we all know. Where we’re marginalized, for how we cause we’re dead on the inside. It’s a wall full of lies, we all know, Where we’re marginalized, for how we look because we’re dead on the inside. Dead on the inside.
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Melting Makeup
01:38
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You don’t know quite just where you’re goin. You don’t know quite just where you’ve been. And all this makeup that you’re wearin'. It’s melting back to show your skin. Your mouth is open; lies are flowin. You say once more again again. And all this makeup that you’re wearin'. It’s melting back to show your skin.
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Hair Like a Wildflower
02:32
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Your hair, looks like a wildflower to me. Baby, you got this astral power over me. I’ll say, right here’s where I belong. When I’m so far from my home. I’ll say, right here’s where I belong. When I’m so far from my home. If we don’t keep this here lie, this town will blow you away. They’ll send you into hiding till you come back some later day. Only three of us know the truth and that judge he better not tell. We’ll get away when got enough money to light a fire brighter than hell. I’ll say, right here’s where I belong. When I’m so far from my home. I’ll say, right here’s where I belong. When I’m so far from my home. I won’t feel it. When they take me away. I won’t feel it. When they take me away!
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Apocolypse Meow
02:27
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Seems like the world keeps turnin faster. And we’re all just waiting. For the oncoming disaster. Anticipating. It’s not getting better. This one’s for real. And now everything that mattered. It’s all just fadin. Keeps getting worse with every hour. Yeah it’s escalating. The tide is rising higher. Hope you can swim. And it’s not gonna matter. What you believe in. Or the color of your skin. Cause it’s self-afflicted, Yeah you’re addicted. To bein’ a selfish human prick. You better call your preacher. Where’s your god now? But now there’s no one left.
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John St. John
03:01
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When that final curtain’s drawn. They’ll be nothin’ left, that you can do at all. This is not a re-enactment. Prepare yourself for the fall!
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Lines Across My Eyes
03:07
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You say that we don’t know. We all see that you don’t show. Anything to anyone at all. Well I’m gonna see ‘bout gettin everyone that we know. Come over here tell us everything that they know. So that we can plan our coup for you. They dance around the fire. They don’t know your name. We all know the answer. Stop playin the game! There’s a flash across the sky. Engraving lines into my eyes. While they build their lies here right in front of you. There’s a line across the sand, where the elephant will stand. As they build their lies here right in front of you. They dance around the fire. They don’t know your name. We all know the answer. Stop playin the game!
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Red Lights
03:22
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I’m runnin red lights. I’m tryin to get to you. You’re stuck under my skin, but still so far away! And I’m counting sleepless nights. I can’t sleep to dream of you. And I wonder what you look like. When we’re face to face again! And I hope this time. Things’ll go my way. And you’ll see I’m older, and wiser, and better, and stronger! But it’s always been just outta my reach. It’ll be just outta my reach no more. Be just outta my reach no more. It’s in this line of sight. It’s a line that leads straight to you. When did this all begin? And when will it go away? I’ve tied this knot down tight. It’s a grip that will hold me true. As I drop from these heights. And break my fall with you. And I hope this time. Things’ll go my way. And you’ll see I’m older, and wiser, and better, and stronger! But it’s always been just outta my reach. It’ll be just outta my reach no more. Be just outta my reach no more. I’m runnin red lights. I’m tryin to get to you. You’re stuck under my skin, but still so far away! And I’m counting sleepless nights. I can’t sleep to dream of you. And I wonder what you look like. When we’re face to face again!
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Instrumental
04:04
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Half Of What I Say
03:32
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You think that you know what’s right and what’s wrong For everyone standing right here. Write down your thoughts and smoke em my friend, no one here will shed a tear. Do what you say but don’t act like you act cause it serves you no profit no gain. See right through you quit wastin’ my time maybe your money buys a chance somewhere else. Half of what I say, is half of what I mean. ALL that I spent, is all that I see. Nervous now you feel the walls closing in on all the lies that you left here. The darkness that you lived in it’s burned away, now you’ve got nowhere to hide. Your greed makes you hungry for more now it’s time for you to starve down on your knees. Begging for mercy from the masses you took from now they’re after you you will see. Hey hey hey! Half of what I say. Is half of what I mean. All that I spent, is all that I see. I’ll stand right here, while you make my mind up for me. I’ll sign this line, commit my life away!
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10. |
Holland, 1945
02:39
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Low Season Saint Petersburg, Florida
Low Season:
Andy - guitar, vocals
Brett - Bass
Chris - Drums
Jeremy - guitar, vocals
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