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Contrarian
01:27
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Strike a match, light a fire, and watch the fucking world burn up in the name of nothing, a post modernists routine.
Where will you stand when there is nothing left to stand for? When the devil on your shoulder has crushed you underneath its feet?
So sick and tired
Of apologist submissions
So sick and tired
Of a world shrouded in grey
No black or white
And we all fall down, divided
This unconcerned lack of aggression will not stand
Detract, defy, undermine, and criticize. We're getting nowhere
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War On Youth
01:30
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Turn your back as the light in the room fades
Attribute your lack of support to your changed tastes
Bile saturates both your lips while you salivate excuses
Then swallow admissions you can't make.
Because if we're dying out
We'll make sure that there's no one left
If we're dying out
We'll make sure there's nothing left
Dues you've paid are committed to memory
Fixated on status while professing your deep faith
Exacting revenge for the past on each fresh face
After all broken cycles don't have quite such a sweet taste
We will eat our young
No room for movement
No room for change
Just keep them second guessing
And digging early graves
We never need them anyway...
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Bottoming Out
01:00
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Nowhere to go now that the foundation crumbled
Everything you thought you knew about yourself reduced to rubble
And I'm weary to move on, been beaten down by countless struggles
I hate the person I've become and all the things that I've succumb to
Next one to say "you'll be just fine" is getting fucking written off because it doesn't ease my mind to hear you say you're by my side. The only company I need are hopelessness and misery.
I'm gonna snap!
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Rancor
02:10
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One axe.
To grind or bury?
Sorrow or love?
Your choice, same cost, so pick your poison & fill your cup.
The sum of all its parts are nothing when you truly add them up
Sleeping dogs stay lying still until they catch the scent of blood.
It lives and dies with us
So take your power back
Some wounds run deep
Ashes to ashes
But I'm still burning up
Immovable
A mountain we made out of dust
So what's it worth
An entire life
Spent agonizing
Over being right
If it's a matter of principal
Swallow your pride
Choke it down
...down
...down
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Smear Campaign
01:43
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Empty slogans for empty heads
Broken spines leaking unread pages
And you don't mean a word you say
A cherry picked political defense
For every promise you've broken
When you don't mean a word you say
Transgressions buried underneath the
Back-slapping rhetoric you preach
And you don't mean a word you say
But in the wake of all your falsities
You hemorrhage credibility
And you don't mean a single fucking word you say
Backpedal harder
Try to convince yourself
With everybody else
Until they all wise up
To all the shit you sell
Have you convinced yourself?
Because everybody else
Is slowly wising up
To all the bullshit you sell
Well soon you'll run out of breath
So keep fucking talking
I hope you choke with every syllable it takes
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Brutal Youth Toronto, Ontario
Brutal Youth is what you'd get if Captain Crunch and Tony the Tiger had a baby: They're grrreat! but they'll also fuck up the roof of your mouth.
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