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(Load-In)
00:16
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The Bitch Lives
02:29
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I've been pummeled, put down, punished, and pressurized
In response to rude demands to not be marginalized
"But at just what cost? Is it worth the price?"
These are the questions that they're pushing to be on your mind
Should you not be certain?
They cannot break you since the world has never managed to
The evidence is in front of you
Despite years of assault and abuse
The stubborn bitch still lives
Demonstrated as a meat sack to practice punches
Fixated on screens to avoid reflecting on it
Now I'm awake and I got my own punches to throw
Why are you still so uncertain?
Those fuckers cannot break you
Because the world has never managed to
The evidence is in front of you
Despite years of assault and abuse
The stubborn bitch still lives
Despite never feeling safe in my skin
The quiet bitch still lives
Despite always aching and falling down slopes
The clumsy bitch will live
Despite all the spite that I've held for you
This stubborn bitch will live
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I'm burning the bridge
To that dark and violent valley
Where you pinned me down and stripped me of my worth
I'm so done making excuses and apologizing on your behalf
Because it happened
And I'm fighting back
I'm fighting back
I'm drowning, I'm drowning, I'm drowning again
I feel your hands pull down my legs as if we were chained
It's been months since the bridge's been gone
Why is it still so hard to just reroute and move on?
I'm crying, in panic, in fetal again
No matter how much help I get, the pain still remains
Conflicted with the part of me
That misses you as a best friend
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up
Don't wanna hear about who else you think there is to blame
Stand up. Stand up. Stand up
Instead of running away to our hometown
Practice what you preached on stage
B-U-I-L-D and BURN
I'm drowning, I'm drowning, I'm drowning again
I'm drowning, I'm drowning, I'm drowning again
I'm drowning, I'm drowning, I'm drowning again
I'm drowning.
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Hakai
02:23
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Three cheers for self-destruction
And getting dragged by the demons of your own volition, keeping you fucked up and without motion.
It doesn't hurt that bad.
Just gotta bear with the nausea.
It doesn’t hurt that bad.
I'm always gonna be asking
If I am able to live with the guilt and shame of betraying everything I've built
It doesn't hurt that bad.
Just gotta bear with the nausea.
It doesn’t hurt that bad.
And I stared down the eyes of the devil
I'm sure I saw her once looking in a mirror
And I can't explain myself, when there's weed or booze on my shelf.
I can only hope that I'm the only one I'm letting down.
It doesn't hurt that bad.
Just gotta bear with the nausea.
It doesn’t hurt that bad.
No it don’t hurt that bad.
Just gotta bear with the nausea.
It doesn’t hurt that bad.
Hakai
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Tell me how it's going to end
After I lose my very last friend.
Should I continue even then?
All the lessons I've been taught,
All the troubles that I fought.
Those will not matter when I leave
To that God-awful place
To pay the price for our patriarchs’ mistakes.
They're just sacks of bones too anyway.
Took too long to try and too long to fight.
Too many executions of too many far too close to home.
Butchered by centuries of lies
Propagated in our heads,
Reverberated when we turn mad.
Hardwired to a newborn's Settings.
And bugs can always be patched
But crises in our code need to be addressed
Long before a person's life is cut out.
So don’t let nobody use as a tool to enforce suffering.
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I hope I don’t blow out my voice
I hope I don’t blow out my voice
Because I got four shows this weekend, so I don’t really have a choice
I hope I don’t blow out my voice
I’ve never done no concert halls
I’m often just found screaming at my walls,
My larynx works primarily for punks in basements too small,
Yet my articulators pay toll
And if I could resist the urge
To scream “Fuck You” when the pains emerge
My folds would suffer from my whispers in a cubicle
Because my only source of joy
Is singing songs full of oi oi oi’s
And laughing with my friends till my throat starts hurting
I lost my voice on the second date of tour
It’s all inflamed and swollen, may I please just borrow yours?
Just sing Rancid or Jawbreaker, and the crowd will dance for sure
I lost my voice, may I borrow yours?
I hope I don’t blow out my voice
I hope I don’t blow out my voice
Because my only source of joy is producing disarray and noise
I hope I don’t blow out my voice
Oh no, I think I just blew out my voice.
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The Flame
02:54
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Spiraled down into a hazy state of gray
I'm seeking out your voice in a divergent stream.
Whether by you or a thousand miles away,
My empty soul is longing to mend our torn-up seams.
Can't help looking back at old memories
Forever branded with the smile you once shared with me.
A simple joy now tarnished. I try to drown the shame but getting high never lasts quite long enough.
You're the sparks that flicker endlessly in my dreams,
It's time to change the bulb but I can't reach the light.
Wish you still would call me beautiful, oh please.
But after all the changes, I don't blame you for your spite.
Is time all that we need?
Is there more I could have done
To tend to the wounds made by our love coming undone?
It feels so alone with you, but lonelier without you.
And these nights out never last long enough.
Although our flame is dying,
There are still sparks a-flying.
No matter how dim
I will always be thinking of you.
Homeward I will be flying
Whenever you are calling.
No matter distance
I will always be thinking of you.
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(Doors)
01:24
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9. |
Lavish in the Bloom
03:02
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No, I don’t wanna get drinks.
Already frantic and frenzied seeing your name on my phone
‘Cause I love what we created
But you can’t mend my broken trust.
Used every resource and space.
Learned the language with access
To leech off the energy of those
You claimed you were fighting for
I know there are a million moments you can rearrange.
But you ain’t got that pull on me.
I could sit still and say things don’t have to change.
Or we could gather the shards of our broken souls and rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild, or else what is living?
Rebuild the home we formed,
And find time to lavish in the bloom.
So scrap those photos from the past
Or else your wounded heart won’t last.
Don’t let them take the joy
From the gardens that you plant.
Do whatever is required to make it stay.
I know there are a million moments you can rearrange.
But you ain’t got that pull on me.
I could sit still and say things don’t have to change.
I just hope that it’s not the choice you made.
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Não há nada aqui para ver
Exceto as ruínas de uma cultura que eu não conheço mais.
Não dar para trabalhar ou namorar
Quando as pedras cortã o seu coração, me diga amor, o que tu faz?
Chose running instead of hiding.
Broken and hopeless, without a homeland I'll be dying.
Where can we go? Where can we go? Where can we go?
Onde podemos ir?
Swimming day by day against the tide
Can drain all of your energy and leave you with a weaker body and mind,
But most of us don't have a choice
In this world where for whatever reason, our mere existence is criminalized
Open fire
On the teachers and the prisoners
Tentei voltar pra casa
Em vez eu encontrei favelas e shopping malls chupando sua a água
Where can we go? Where can we go? Where can we go?
Onde podemos ir?
Dessa vez o violão não vai me salvar.
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Don't strike me with your dagger eyes
Don't place your hands so close to my thighs
So what I got tattoos? Did not get them for you
I'm not your toy, I'm not your project
I see you staring
Read your intentions
Will not fall prey to your advances
Meu corpo. Não seu
Meu corpo. Não seu
Meu corpo. Não seu
Meu corpo. Não seu
Meu corpo. Não seu
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12. |
Mystery Set
02:09
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Jittering anxiously in anticipation until we congregate in this dead college town.
In between luxury apartments and jocks in navy blue uniforms, we resonate our residence and drown...
Into a pit of naive expectations in which the things we love don’t hurt at all.
So this goes to all the boundaries we crossed, and the fingers we pointed while aiming to isolate what harms us.
We get needy and we get jealous,
And our sense of insecurity grows.
We used to have so many best friends,
In retrospect, seeing these burnt bridges remind me that...
I’m so glad I feel this way about you.
Because you provided the strength I needed to become myself.
And I won’t forgo the worlds we built together, despite all the hurt our peers put us through.
I wish we still talked as often as we used to.
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