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1. |
Waste Kid
03:43
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"WASTE KID" Lyrics:
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Slipping away so far,
So far from who we are,
We're nothing now we're bored,
I don't wanna stay here wasting.
Lingering on as the flame,
Of a single candle,
I don’t think I can handle another day if it’s the same,
As all the other smothered mistakes,
Hardened into the memories of an elderly wax brain.
Slipping away so far,
So far from who we are,
We're nothing now we're bored,
I don't wanna stay here wasting.
I’m not gunna stay here wasting,
I’m not gunna be your waste kid,
I’m not gunna stay here wasting,
Another year in the Riv.
Another year in the same,
Redundant ways we were raised,
Living life in an open casket,
Walking dead as if the world was still our grave,
Safe place to stay afraid,
To hide away the fear,
That's building into rage,
We're burning out,
Slowly now...
Slipping away so far,
So far from who we are,
We're nothing now we're bored,
I don’t wanna stay here wasting.
I’m not gunna stay here wasting,
I’m not gunna be your waste kid,
I’m not gunna stay here wasting,
Another year in the same...
Small town slowed down pace,
Still feeling out of place,
Have we become the basketcases we swore we'd never be?
Wasting,
I’m not gunna stay here wasting,
I’m not gunna be your waste kid.
If I have to stay here wasting,
This town will be a garden of ashes,
Arsonist with all the blame,
Ideologist without the shame,
I'll be burning out hot now as the flame.
Wasting,
I'm not gunna stay here wasting,
I'm not gunna be your waste kid,
I'm not gunna stay here wasting,
Another year insane.
I'm not gunna stay here wasting,
I'm not gunna be your waste kid,
As the basket case,
Feeling out of place,
I'll embrace and face the change.
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2. |
Sweet Nothings
03:18
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— 2. SWEET NOTHINGS (FUCK OFF AND FUCK YOU)—
Depression sits with misery, rocking in his chair,
Sinking his nails, to rip scars in wood arms,
Begging for some company to share,
The best seat in the house,
Has me running, screaming loud.
Fuck off, fuck you,
I don’t need abuse,
I'll be just fine on my own.
Fuck off, Fuck you,
I don't need your truce,
I'll be just fine on my own,
Fuck off, Fuck you,
I don't need your noose,
Wrapped around everything that I do…
Fuck off and Fuck you.
Don’t fucking hug me,
Repeating cold dark words of all your,
Ghost stories and painful echoes,
You whisper sweet nothings,
With promises of;
No hope,
No love,
Nothing to hold,
Living with a life motto of no...
No hope,
No love,
Nothing to hold,
I’m not dying with a life motto of no...
Fuck off, fuck you,
I”m gunna unmute,
I’ll be just fine on my own.
Fuck off, fuck you,
I don't need abuse,
I'll be just fine on my own.
Fuck off, Fuck you,
I don't need your truce,
I'll be just fine on my own,
Fuck off, Fuck you,
I don't need your noose,
Wrapped around everything that I do,
WHOAH, oh oh,
WHOAH, oh oh,
WHOAH, oh oh,
Fuck off and Fuck you.
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3. |
Moving On
03:08
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You don't need to say anything at all,
All I know is that I know I don't want to be here;
When all is said and done...
It's going to take every reason to believe,
That I'll be growing numb,
To everything we've been through,
Still settling for no one,
I'd be lying if I said that all the signs are saying...
Movin' on,
I'm movin' on,
Movin' on,
I'm movin' on...
Old habits are so routine to me,
Cue the title screen,
“Self Help Isn't Helping" out the way I hoped,
I wish I found a certain someone to believe in,
But I’ve become overrun,
With every instinct inside of me,
Subconsciously embedded into this test subject monkey I've become,
and now I'm:
Movin' on,
I'm movin' on,
Movin' on,
I'm movin' on...
To a world where old patterns are so dead to me now,
If every second is a second chance...
Then I'm a ticking time bomb,
Counting the days,
Til I leave this place,
On my 4 stroke heartache escape.
I wish I didn't have to say,
You're dead to me now...
You're dead to me now...
Movin' on,
I'm movin' on,
Movin' on,
I'm movin' on...
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4. |
Twenty Sixteen
00:35
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— 4. 2016 —
This scenario's obnoxious,
Close your eyes please don't watch this,
As it all falls apart.
I wish it weren't true,
As in I'm wishing we were through,
With being still trapped in time,
With these thorns in our side.
We'll keep pretending,
As long as bad luck keeps trending,
As if all these bad endings had,
Something of somewhat if nothing,
At least a good start.
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5. |
Religious NME
02:50
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— 5. RELIGIOUS NME —
Those words they left us with are still heavier than lead,
I wish they left us with less and bit their tongues instead.
They said it was gunna be,
It was gunna be alright,
But now we're all in guillotines,
Stuck on chesterfields drooling drifting off to sea.
Still sinking,
How much longer 'til we drown?
Still thinking,
About the surface freedom bound,
Where we'll no longer see,
These religious enemies,
How soon 'til we're set free?
Anti reme-fucking-deeee.
Head sick from hypocrisy to all these false beliefs,
How many more sadistic wars,
Will all of us still bleed?
High five to giving up young lives,
Distracting eyes,
And dumbing down the wise with,
Every single last false advertisement,
Still out of sync with every generation.
Sinking…
How much longer ’til we drown?
Still thinking,
Above the surface freedom bound,
Where we'll no longer see these religious enemies,
How soon 'til we're set free.
How much longer will we be around...
Can't you feel the repetition,
Sinking,
How much longer will we be around,
Still thinking,
About the surface freedom bound,
Where we’ll no longer see,
Everybody sinking,
How much longer ’til we drown,
Religious enemies,
End this catastrophe,
And then we’ll feel set free.
Anti-reme-fucking-deeeee.
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6. |
Mazel Tov Molotov
00:34
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— 6. MAZEL TOV MOLOTOV —
Take the olive off the molotov and mazel tov to all of y’all.
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7. |
Growing Young
03:32
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— 8. GROWING YOUNG —
Ben Wittrock
We’re vaccinated to block out all passionate thought,
While we’re fascinated living life on such small screens,
While motivated to work toward such false securities.
But I’m still screaming “No,
I won’t be what I’m told, What I’m told,
Cause I’m not growing up before I grow old,
No I’m not growing up before I grow old!”
We’ll paint the yellow brick road black.
‘Cause we know what we want,
And there’s no turning back;
On all of these songs,
That move us along.
As our youth keeps growing young;
We’re screaming “No,
I won’t be what I’m told, What I’m told,
Cause I’m not growing up before I grow old,
No I’m not growing up before I grow old!”
Cause In our own lives,
As the first ones to come,
We’ll be the last ones to leave,
We won’t be part of a corporate majority,
Cause in our own lives,
As the first ones to come,
And as the last ones to leave,
We won’t be growing old,
We’ll be growing young.
We won’t be what we’re told,
Cause we’re not growing up before we grow old,
We won’t be what we’re told...
Cause we’re not growing up before we grow old.
No we’re not growing up before we grow old.
No we’re not growing up before we grow old.
No we’re not growing up before we grow old.
We won’t be what we’re told, What we’re told,
Cause we’re not growing up before we grow old,
We won’t be what we’re told, What we’re told,
Cause we’re not growing up before we grow old!
No we’re not growing up before we grow old.
No we’re not growing up before we grow old.
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8. |
Ghosts
04:50
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— 7. GHOSTS —
Can’t you feel the puppet strings,
Dangling from your favourite things;
Braided into a rope of lies,
Around your neck…
That they tighten until we die.
Unmute the channel of your inner noise,
Stand up now and raise your voice,
Put out the fires and liars’ smoke,
Filling lungs each recruiting toke...
(We won’t listen to the…)
Ghosts,
Comin’ out the radio,
They tell us what we don’t need to know,
We won’t listen to the
Ghosts,
Comin’ out the radio,
They advertise what we don’t need to own,
We already know what we wanna hear,
And won’t be fed their lies.
Ah no no no,
We won’t be fed their lies.
Blinded by a brainwashed hoax,
Diluted into cans of coke;
The perfect life of 9-5,
Shoved down our throats with a side of fries,
Whats coming next is obsolete,
Get your fix, rinse and then repeat,
Dreams of today so compromised,
With social media lullabies.
(We won’t listen to the…)
Ghosts,
Comin’ out the radio,
They tell us what we don’t need to know,
We won’t listen to the
Ghosts,
Comin’ out the radio,
They advertise what we don’t need to own,
We already know what we wanna hear,
And won’t be fed their lies.
I won’t be fed their lies.
No,
I won’t be fed the lies...
They won’t control my life...
Boo!
“Ooo...”
I am not afraid,
We won’t be fed your lies.
Ghosts,
Comin’ out the radio,
We won’t ever be what we’re told...
(Cause we won’t listen to the…)
Ghosts,
Comin’ out the radio,
They tell us what we don’t need to know,
We won’t listen to the
Ghosts,
Comin’ out the radio,
They advertise what we don’t need to own,
We already know what we wanna hear,
And won’t be fed their lies.
Ah no no no,
We won’t be fed their lies.
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9. |
Difficult Goodbyes
03:27
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— 9. DIFFICULT GOODBYES — (Exchange Rates)
Clean cut, uncomfortably happy.
Such a catch, but a catch 22.
With fingers crossed staring straight down the barrel,
Of a criminal who I've always known.
Wish I could break, these bitter reflections,
Of my own fuckin’ face staring straight back at me.
When going crazy you can't see…
How to change these difficult goodbyes,
To a hello here tomorrow.
I'd trade these difficult goodbyes,
For a hello here tomorrow.
Well it’s about time that we realized,
Every second we shared couldn’t ever be fake because,
Everything real has an expiration date.
And you’re on my mind,
And I’ve lost my mind for the last time…
I'd trade these difficult goodbyes,
For a hello here tomorrow.
I'd trade these difficult goodbyes,
For a hello here tomorrow.
And I’m screaming out, screaming out,
A devil's offer.
Screaming out, screaming out,
For so much more,
Screaming out, screaming out,
A devil's offer,
A deal I can't ignore.
I won’t take, I won’t save your sweet heart love,
I won’t make your half heart whole again,
I won’t take, I won’t save your sweet heart love,
I won’t take, I won’t break it again,
I won’t take, I won’t save your sweet heart love,
I won’t take, I won’t break it again,
I won’t take, I won’t save your sweet heart love,
But I’d do it all over again before I lost my best friend.
And if there's anything in this world I would change,
I'd sing our favourite song with you again.
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10. |
Life Heist
04:02
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— 10. SURVIVALIVE —
Start the fucking car and speed,
Unapologetically,
Take the wheel and drive,
There ain’t no jesus by our side,
We’re running out of time,
Living within the lines...
Idle hands have vandalized,
Every dying memory,
Of whats left alive,
With no difficult goodbyes,
I’ve become the amputee,
Reaching for control,
Of all my own worst nightmares.
Waking up I scream…
The devil’s running after me,
Slipping from reality,
On spinning carousels,
The devil’s running after me,
Pinch me, I can’t tell…
If I’m still alive.
Chasing all these highs,
As empty as the skeleton,
I need to leave behind.
I thought that we were leaving,
(What the hell are we doing here?)
What the hell are we doing here,
(Spinning around in circles)
Spinning around in circles,
I’m jumping off your high horse,
And I’m stealing back my life…
From the devil running after me,
Slipping from reality,
On spinning carousels,
The devil’s running after me,
Pinch me, I can’t tell…
If I’m still alive?
Start the car and speed,
Unapologetically,
Take the wheel and drive,
There ain’t no time for crying tears,
While stealing back this life.
I will survive,
In this life heist,
I will fight,
Until I have beat...
The devil running after me,
Slipping from reality,
I’m spinning carousels,
The devil’s running by my side,
I’m determined to survive,
Running into hell,
Facing my worst enemies,
While I’m still alive,
I’m stealing back my life.
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11. |
End Credits
05:03
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— 11. END CREDITS — (Rehabilitation)
I swear today will be the day,
I turn my life around the way,
I’ve been meaning to,
For all my life of drowning out the truth of my name,
Living up to nothing but my grave.
Stuck behind the bars of my own cell,
I’ve been lying to myself as long as I can tell,
Since I took flight in these mile high lies.
Now my bloodshot eyes can no longer see,
This false happiness everytime I breathe the air,
I float on in decline.
When will I realize,
If I can be happy while I'm still alive?
I swear today will be the day,
I turn my life around the way,
I’ve been meaning to,
For all my life of drowning out the truth,
Of my name living up to more than just my grave.
She was living proof in front of me,
Escaping the pain will only spread the grief,
I wish she shared her secret dreams of suffering no more.
Born with a chance to reach stars,
She gave up cause of age thinking it’s too hard,
She found out too late,
When she she saw the light...
As our Dreams, they never die,
Only the dreamer will ever die…
She swore that day would be the day,
She'd turn her life around the way,
She’d been meaning to,
For all her life of drowning out the truth of her name,
She lived up to nothing but her grave.
Go ahead and say,
I’m going to fail and I’m insane,
I don’t care what they say,
I’m an outcast anyways.
I swear today will be the day,
I turn my life around the way,
She’d been meaning to,
For all her life if she had just pushed through...
So Dream on,
The Dream will never die.
So Dream on,
The Dream will never die.
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Anti-AutoTune raw music from our hearts to yours.
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