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Windbag
02:01
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Make it clear so your followers can relate.
Make truth confusing if they're losing their faith
Make sure you hate all the same things that they hate
They can hide behind an affirming face
Whenever your mouth is moving
Words are switched for who is viewing
Subtlety with optimal effect
Behind your dead eyes its so clear you never mean a single thing that's said
Go fuck yourself
You say you stand for justice and liberty
You can't even justify your own shit
You liberate your own acts of depravity
Your constituents proudly pay for it
You're a Windbag, Windbag, if no one's listening you look sad
You're a Windbag, Windbag, hearing you talk's a drag
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Anxiety
01:43
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Put your cards and your chips on the table
Your bets are as good as mine
Is there something going wrong inside my mind?
Could it all just be psychosomatic
I don’t even know
I guess just one more drink then I’ll go home
Blood pressure soaring high
Anxiety wants me to die
I don’t know why, always inside
It doesn’t want me to sleep at (at night)
It’s a mystery for the ages
It won't be solved this time
I’ll just lock my door and shut my eyes
Maybe if I block out all
external stimuli
I can remedy my mind and it won’t mind being mine, yeah right.
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Alcoholic Sundae
01:46
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Give me a break
From an Alcoholic Sundae
I got the shakes
And it's already fucking Monday
Tell me does anybody else out there fail to see the significance?
Who are we to act like we deserve this and accomplished anything?
I think we had fun
My memory's a little hazy
The room has been spun
Oh shit, my eyes are dazed and glazy
Does anybody else notice that we're all vagrant menaces ?
Society ain't got shit on us.
Intoxicated, with eyes as red as Satan's Asshole
Fuck You.
‘Cause we just wanna get fucking high
Forget about our problems for the night
Everybody downs a couple, that'll never be enough for me.
Be enough for me
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Feeding Operation
02:58
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I was brought in this world a clean slate.
Didn't lie, didn't cheat. Never made a mistake
But I'm gonna die for nothing
I watch others cry for something
It turns out in this whole damn place
We all die for nothing.
‘Cause you abuse,
With such a simple pleasure that you
Love to choose
And turn a blind eye to this shit
I heard a rumor from the others that showed up on a truck
That there's an endless world with a sunny side up
Well my friends and I aren't allowed
We stand here ’til our legs give out
And then we're quickly taken away
We all die for nothing.
‘Cause you are too
Interested in a product
That you love to move
Your dollar sign eyes glistening
Whoa, Whoa!
I'm gonna Die for Nothing
You're gonna Die for Nothing
I'm gonna Die for Nothing
We all wish we were born for something else
I'm gagged and bound, I see my friends hanging upside down
They don't make a sound, and they're no longer moving around.
I'm gagged and bound, I see my friends hanging upside down
They don't make a sound, and they're no longer moving.
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Hangover
02:36
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Fell out of bed to cloudy Pennsylvania skies
Can’t move my head, fucking hurts to open up my eyes
I’ve been overcomplicating, every thought I shoot straight through my head
So it’s back to bed, existential dread, I think I’d rather be dead instead
I’ve got a hangover hanging over me
I’m getting fucking sick of this routine
Gotta find a way to get clean
Anything I give my stomach’s instantly disposed
My microbiomes probably dead or wants another home
My brains sending fucked up signals
It’s probably trying to send me a sign
And my liver’s surprised enough enzymes were around to keep this thing alive.
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Verbal Vomit
03:16
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Stick out your tongue and taste the leather, show respect submissively in place.
It’s a taste you love because they haven't targeted the color of your face.
Shit’s a mess,
And everybody is so damn stressed
Hearing about more needless death
Those bastards don't deserve respect.
When I hear your Verbal Vomit it makes me fuckin' sick.
Blue's an excuse that they wear for power
They're nothing but two bit cowards
They got away with far too much without consequences for them to pay
Hide their face 'til the news turns sour
Back on the job after happy hour
Then they'll take their frustrations out on the streets
The cycle repeats.
You love to cheer them on and celebrate their corruption, you're a disgrace
Belief perseverance only lets you see the information, that fits your case
Shit’s a mess
And any sum of evidence
Strengthens the dissonance
Of your cognitive functions
When I hear your Verbal Vomit it makes me fuckin' sick.
It's a disease, it's like they've given up on even trying to make it seem
Like they care. Accountability is vocabulary they don't carry for their own.
They need de-escalation
And some patience
In order to be stationed in this occupation
No bullshit resignations or terminations
They should be locked up not on a paid vacation!
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Owned By Assholes State College, Pennsylvania
Owned By Assholes:
Kyle: Guitar/Vocals
Pissed Off Christoff: Guitar/Vocals
Balls: Bass
Josh: Drums
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