1. |
Stealing Light
03:05
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Pioneering hope
They sell it to the crowd
Well-oiled American dreams are just shadows when they drown
Bare witness
It’s like sirens all around
Pick your sides and fight as they burn us to the ground
And they're
Stealing light
Conditions they are just safely on repeat
As if history's a detour for our defeat
Reactions overwhelmed as we retreat
Dreams are left to seem as deceit
And the culling has begun
Sounding off safely in our cults as emotional response remains unsung
Distractions remove the sun
Stranded in our discord fighting ourselves until there are none
Stealing light
We can act unknowing
About who deals the cards
The truth is in site
That belief is a graveyard
Thoughts conceived through privileged lives we lead
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2. |
Live at 5
02:39
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How do they play it?
Morality syndicate
Set the station, set the tone
Personality playlist
Consumer identity
Set the station, set the tone.
Decisions
Killing me (made for me)
A Branded ideology (institution direct me)
Delivery
Introduce a brand new hate
Scripted celebrity
Set the station, set the tone
New causes, new effects
Promised catastrophes
Set the station, set the tone
Dedicated to my wasted time x3
Lost in the noise yeah I lost my mind
Dedicated to my wasted time x3
My opinions broadcasted prime time
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3. |
False Lives
03:11
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Curate a public persona here to change the tide
Some kind of perfect creation
Laid out before our eyes
Pictures and stories and such
Political ideals
A manifestation of self
Used to help conceal
That we are here just living false lives
And there are truths we can’t deny
We paint our pictures to make everyone believe
The water's crystal clear
So we’re still here
Living in our false lives
What’s out in the open
There for all to see
Just keep on hiding the hurt
It’s our social disease
Pictures and stories and such
Fuck what is real
Keep on walking our paths
Trying to conceal
Curse the patterns of our false lives
Curse the structure that they bring
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4. |
A Doubt
01:03
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Woke up in my head
Listened to what I said
Because of doubt
Busted my own ass
Making money for the brass
Cause of doubt
Promises I break
I can’t move I can’t shake
Because of doubt
Feeling fucking weak
Trying hard to fucking speak
Cause I doubt
Lost in confusion
Fuck my head
I sometimes wonder
Am I alive or dead?
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5. |
Drag Me Down
05:05
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And at the end it’s all just sound. It’s all just words that drag me down.
All the roads I could have chosen
And still I ended here
Lost without direction
But I, but I, but I, but I've
Never been good
At pushing out the demons
And confrontations trigger
But I, but I, but I, but I
Can’t live this way
All depressed and isolated
Can’t Sustain this darkness
Can’t sustain this grieving
At some point the dam has to give
And I have got to fight for a life that I can live
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False Lives New Jersey
North Jersey punk. Melodic. Brown. White. Muy chulo.
Paul - Vocals
Carlos - Bass
Luis - Drums/Bongos
Fredo - Guitar
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