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The Future (Single Edit)
03:45
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This is the gods honest truth, I swear I never touched a thing. On a broken wing with new words to sing. Why is this this city forsaken? Why are words hard to write? I've seen the future and the future is tonight. This is denying god, while I wipe myself from existence. I'm not saying that I'm not right, just another poor sucker resistance. Power is relative, I'm charged on electrolytes. I've seen the future and the future is tonight. This is the end of the world on the breath of hell. All the children ring out so do the church bells.Why is this city so doomed? Why is it hard to write? I've seen the future and the future is tonight.
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Work
03:50
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Press your flesh to my face.
Spray your words all over the place.
Wake up you lazy fuck,
show me how to make a buck.
Drive down to the factory,
I know you've got something to show me.
We can work on it. We can work for it.
Do you feel the pressure?
It's popping out my eyes.
Such simple pleasure.
Go away you simple folk,
you're making me choke.
Keep you opinions to yourself.
Keep yourself to self help.
We can work on it. We can work for it.
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Sleep
04:50
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Victoria counts sheep to get to sleep.
William takes pills till he feels ill.
People sleep away their everyday.
We stay awake to make sure you're okay.
The pretty girl
jogs in the morning.
Drinks the night away.
Staying with you tonight.
Victoria counts beeps
so she won't sleep.
Poor old Bill
killed himself with pills
Why sleep away your every single day?
Why go to bed
when it hurts your head?
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Die
05:12
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Everyday I die a little. Everyday I float away. I saw you underground. I saw you everyday. Every face is illuminated. All the sights are blue. I was that I thought was something that used to be you. I hear the sound of marching drums. I heard grown men cry. I saw you underground. I saw you die. I saw a skeleton. I saw hangin' 'round. I saw it written in blood. I saw it underground. I saw junkie kids. I saw what they did. Some things are worth something. Some things aren't worth spit. You've got a problem now. Everyone is going back. You can't ask for some thing you've never get back. I got a new vision: everyone will be reborn. Everyone we be costly now. Everyone will be torn. Everyday we die a little. Everyday we live. I saw you understand we've all got something to give. Every face is lit well, all the people blue. What bounces of me will always stick to you. I saw a funeral march. I saw flowers. I saw your friends lie and pretend they care. I saw a skeleton. I saw a head. Some things are worth something. Sometimes I know you're dead. I hear the sound of marching drums. I heard grown men cry. I saw you underground. I saw you die.
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