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Pig Factory
05:20
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Fuck the police
We want to see them bleed
You serve and protect us
Like a fucking disease
Racist system
Becomes the norm
For any Hope of change
We can't conform
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Pull me out of the haze I see
Of misinformation and hypocrisy
Reaching for total unity
Within throes of our fight
Lies the future we need
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Say their fucking name
No one should meet the fate
Of Floyd, Elijah, Eric, or Trayvon
Don't shoot, I can't breathe
Why does my freedom mean more than yours?
Because I'm cis, white, straight?
Man, fuck that noise!
Black lives matter, white privilege too real
And the boomers don't give a fuck about how you feel
Silence is complacency and ignorance to what you don't see
Pierce the ramparts
We've got a path to pave
Lock Fox News, and Congress in the White House
And set that shit ablaze
-chorus-
It's systematic, unpredictable battery
One more pig off the line from the factory
Living the laws, all carnage unleashed
End hate, fight the power
Abolish the police
1, 3, 1, 2 Go...
(The choice is yours... make a difference... or be compliant)
-chorus-
Now...
Unity...
That's the dream
But this ain't no time ta sleep...
You and me...
Unity...
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Clash of Virtues
02:49
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Preach Independent work until you feel strong
While yer sittin' at home clickin' Amazon
it's a funny thing to think you're better
cuz you claim you weren't sheltered
showin' off yer moral code
Facebook, Iphones...
Too punk to live outside the norm, you show it everyday
outside the hours, 9 to 5, you claim you need the pay
shout and tout to Anarchy - yer bullshit claim to infamy
for the clout of saying that you're WAY better than ME!
STAY AWAY
STAY AWAY
STOP AND THINK
It's not a fuckin' game
jus STAY AWAY
STAY AWAY
STOP AND THINK
About what you say and what you do
the terminals you can't pass through
this ain't something to pick or choose
two-faced double-talking fool
WHATS IT GONNA BE??
CAN'T be somethin' you're NOT
it's one thing or the other
you're not so fuckin' special
LIKE THE REST OF US
How punk of you to segregate the hairs of others heads
while you keep ON raggin' ON
people that eat meat
while yer leather jacket rips into the flesh it once was
you realize that no matter what, you're just like everyone
Swallow, Swallow, Swallow (tatTOOS!)
this bitter pill called truth
The systems fucked no matter what
ITS HOW YOU DEAL WITH IT
SMASH THE WHEEL OR LEARN TO LIVE WITH IT
WITHOUT ACTION, WE'RE ALL JUST TALKIN' SHIT
WE ALWAYS FORGET WHO WE ARE
PUNK. ROCK. HAS. NO. FUCK. ING. GOD!
(It's a lifestyle, not a fashion statement, motherfucker...)
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Well... This.... Has...
Gotta be the worst pain that I ever have amended
and its got me feelin' stranger than my YouTube recommended
Will I ever X the vexing feeling stewing in my chest?
Its deeper in my meat and by the flesh I am C O M P R E S S E D
Cuz I got MORE rocks in my brain than in your socks
My Demons behind the bars cracked the code and picked the locks
Shredding all integrity, releasing insecurity
(Fuck this! I quit... I gotta make it STOP!)
And I know this is a little vague, to say the least...
Despite the gap in my mind, my heart will make the ends... meet
(...or some fake deep shit like that, I dunno... Anyway...)
BACK TO THE MAIN POINT! I'm scrapin' through my weeks jus like a Jerk
BITCH, Need my money now like JG Wentworth
Checks bounce higher than your trampoline
Bank account useless like yer arts degree
My only friend left... is a scorched-out cigarette
Drowning in whats left, of a 16 ounce can
inside my yead like Tom Delonge, I'm fuckin' scared to go alone
and the saddest part about me is that I am all I have...
I am all I have...
And don't you forget
The reason you grind
Don't you forget
Just how you spend your life
And Don't you forget
Theres even effort in apathy
Chaos inside...
...
I really didn't wanna have to spell this shit out
but it seems that I'm the only one who's moving my mouth
you gotta make that money, but have good times
Take it all in now, cuz we're all gonna die...
But let's just hold it right there before we get far from the focus
The fact is that living is only semi-bogus
Clock in all your time, but rest when it's rough
or we're going postal in the streets
Stomp our feet like drums
And we're not gonna stop til we get what we want
and the pigs will all come, and we won't even run
And in their crosshairs, we'll throw our fingers in the air
Catch their bullets in our teeth, breathe their gas like air
Steal their blood, heat it up, drink it til we feel drunk
Push their faces to the curb, screamin' "FUCK YOU PUNK!"
But I digress... You're right... I'm just so fuckin' stressed
My life just really sucks and it's such a fuckin' mess
And I'm tired of the people preaching how routine can construct better days
Giving way to... Ease my heavy, Drunken soul
But just because you're spiraling doesn't mean you're off the path...
I need help now, or I'm fucked
Stomp my fuse or I'm gonna self destruct...
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I.W.I.H.T.B.T.K.M.
02:14
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What's new? Not much... I'm tired of breathing
My life's an open wound, I can't stop the bleeding
Possessions all seeming less sentimental
The years go by, reduce my mental...
...HEALTH is continually spiraling down
My friends are all silent and never around
My nights getting longer; all by myself
I guess you can consider this a cry for help
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I fuckin' hate my job, don't wanna show up
all that I do is never enough...
My partner keeps distance, I never get laid
Unloved, and overworked and SO underpaid
The walls closing in as my life just dissolves
Drowning in porno and cheap alcohol
They say all that you love is all that you own
I gave it right back to the dealer, it was all on loan...
All that you love, is all that you own
...and I don't own a fuckin' thing to my name...
SO hit me with your car and send me to hell
I don't have the balls to do it to myself
Bury me behind my house at night
Cuz you know I can't do... ANYTHING right
Hit me with your car and send me to hell
I don't have the balls to do it to myself
Bury me behind my house at night
Cuz you know I can't do anything fuckin' right!
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5. |
A Guy Like You
04:55
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All the years we spent as almost neighbors
Has lead up to our words we share on paper
Never thought I'd have a friend like you
But I gotta say, I'm glad we've made it through
And every other goddamn time
We just feel like we're gonna lose
We'll take that shit together man!
Fuck yeah I gotta say, I'm so glad to know a guy like you
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And honesty is honestly the best corrective remedy
You always do me right
(And if it starts to break)
We keep that shit together yo
We can't just let each other go
Pull ourselves out up and into it
Prevent the Ill and meaningless
No matter how the other falls
The former seems to stand him tall
I'll jump right in the fire too
And in my dying breath I'll say, I'm so glad to know a guy like you
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All our years and our age, can never replace
All the times we jam and share our sweat on stage
All stories we won't regret
Built on drunk nights, long talks, and therapy music
So let's slam a drink and play some more
Play until we're both too sore
And on the long drive back home
I think to myself
(it's true)
I'm so thankful for a guy like you
My best fuckin friend
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I popped a bottle yesterday around 3 p.m.
And I didn't stop drinking till 4 a.m.
I rolled a spliff in a ditch like a son of a bitch
Surrounded by my homies, now we're all getting ripped
But somewhere through the smoke, I can feel it...
An imaginary sense of self that's fading
Another seam that lost a stitch...
I clocked myself into work around 6 a.m.
And I was so pissed off by 2 p.m.
I went ham and I met Sam at The Clash in ten
Poured another one out, Now We're Here Again
But sometime after dark, I can feel it...
Through lights, sound, and crowds, there's still no way to heal it
Same imaginary sense of self that's wading
Another seam that lost a stitch...
Or maybe I'm just tired..
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Trial by fire since the day I was born
I didn't really burn til now
Scraped off the floor into another day
Don't ask me cuz I don't know how
Apologies to all my friends
I've given nothing back but my worst
Confined, alone, all done to myself
Can't see the wound, but it still hurts
26 years of real bad days
I'm terrified to see the rest
So many ways to get it off my chest
But in my heart, I know Chet put it the best...
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I can't lose what matters most, because I can't change alone...
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I hate the space I'm in
I need a change
I'm waiting on the day I can finally leave this place...
Be free
Walk on
It all turns into a memory someday
...Always
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Weftin New Jersey
My name is Weftin - I make music, and I'm trying my best
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