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Social
03:38
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You say, "I'm a social waste,"
And "I'm just a sad kid with good music taste."
Well your thousand friends don't echo the same,
It's your personality to blame.
You back yourself into a corner of lies.
Your only options are to come clean or hide.
Desired progress means you'll kill to survive.
So keep your story straight and keep passing time.
And still, some people will cry.
They won't see through all your lies.
Now that you have their attention
You can say, "oh, this is goodbye."
Well, enough is enough.
While you post another spam picture begging for retweets and stuff
Because, let's be real here, the public just eats all that up.
You back yourself into a corner of lies.
Your only options are to come clean or hide.
Desired progress means you'll kill to survive.
So keep your story straight and keep passing time.
And still, some people will cry.
They won't see through all your lies.
Now that you have their attention
You can say, "oh, this is goodbye."
So now you open the window
And broadcast your thoughts.
To be heard by all your friends as well as some who'd rather not.
But you make them happy,
That's debatable.
You survive and thrive on being relatable.
You back yourself into a corner of lies.
Your only options are to come clean or hide.
Desired progress means you'll kill to survive.
So keep your story straight and keep passing time.
And even still, some people will cry.
They won't see through all your lies.
Now that you have their attention
You can say, "oh, this is goodbye."
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2. |
The Right Side
05:16
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You were always on the right side
But never in your right mind
I've always known
No, no, no, that's not convincing enough
You're tired of acting vulnerable You're tired of acting tough
You slipped through the cracks optimism lacking
Find the smoking gun Chekov was probably asking for
You were always on the right side of this statement
Accompanied by all the keys that form this pavement
There's no escape
You don't have the time, don't have the patience
Always looking for an easier way to make this mess
Go away
Stop. Play it again
Always on the right side
So quick to ask "what's coming up?"
So quick to rewind
Cling to your routines
I think it's clear what this means
You say you need it
Nothing's worth repeating
You could have it all
I know you want it all
But you're not listening
Why can't you just listen to me
You were always on the right side of this statement
Accompanied by all the keys that form this pavement
There's no escape
Because you don't have the time, don't have the patience
Always looking for an easier way to make this mess
Go away
No, no, no, it's not as simple as that
It's the problematic process of accepting the fact
That you've burned all your bridges, locked all your doors,
Barricaded windows, and curled up on the floor
Because everyone annoys you, everything destroys you
Everyone who gives a fuck about you avoids you
Now there's no going back and there's no getting better
Cause you can't hold it back, you can hold it in the palm of your hand
Hey listen up, man
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3. |
Running With Chopsticks
03:33
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Inflammatory statements making motivations clear
Easily manipulated fears
That we will not survive the coming years, well
All the generations
Lost to general divide
News stations registered as entertainment, exhausting by design
"I won't believe this cause I don't agree with it
This is not fact, this is just your opinion," and
All the information
In the information age is lies
We're gonna wake up someday to the future we deserve
We let them strip away our freedom to feel more secure
And they'll betray the masses
So long as policy survives
Scoreboards comprised of body counts as speculation flies
Comments on outrageous articles, confirmation bias aside
"And once again, it's tragic
But not enough to change our minds"
We're gonna wake up someday to the future we deserve
We let them strip away our freedom to feel more secure
Run, run, run, hashirenai
Run, run, run
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4. |
Shifter
06:11
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I hold my head just to stop the world from spinning, imagining beginnings takes me
Back to when I was planted on the ground; unmistaken, never shaken, lately
Golden leaf feels the elements and falls, exposing barren walls
Why has this become so difficult? I know I'm not alone, but not enough
Pull rose wool from eyes, it's always obvious but
Cloudy present lies drown out the confidence and
I don't wanna know
Is this all for show?
Apathetic apprehension, call-in questions, calling me back home, but I can't go back alone
It's a game and now that you mention all these planes have lost their texture, oh
As I cause a shift in the balance, I know it's hard to fathom this but
Everything is shifted into overdrive, or maybe it's just my gears that grind to a halt
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5. |
Rooftop
04:20
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The search for comfort carries on
Rooftop scenes and faces gone
Hoping that I've found where I belong
No one's coming back for me
No one's coming back for me
And particles are sent astray
As we succumb to the decay
Go back to the rooftop and shout your problems away
No one's coming back for me
No one's coming back for me
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6. |
Understanding
04:11
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Nobody knows just what the future holds
But unmet expectations do get old
I know I'm working all my life away
I'm sacrificing my health to get payed
Done feeling bad?
Oh, what fun you've had!
And though it's coming back,
At least it won't come back tomorrow.
I've fought the current, well I've tried my best
I'll grab this branch for momentary rest
Oh no, no, no, please don't misunderstand
It's not like I'm not doing all I can
Done feeling bad?
Oh, what fun you've had!
Just know it's coming back,
And yes, it's coming back tomorrow.
Maybe it's coming back today
I just need some understanding and
I don't need no helping hand from you
I just need some understanding and
I don't need you so get the fuck out of the way
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7. |
Oddfella
05:55
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Met with muzzles in the hotel hall, and "now get on your knees and crawl, now get on your knees and crawl"
Made it clear, "you make mistakes, you die", but the ending's on the side, the engraving's on the side
Justifying it with "Simon said to do exactly as you're told, do exactly as you're told"
It's just the perks that come along with operating above the law
Hard evidence don't mean that much when it's the justice system we can't trust
Planting the seeds and the powder, it breeds a distrust of the system
They'll face no consequences
Already seen this in cycles of media
Expressing outrage when the outcome was assured
Oddfella had a badge and a gun
Oddfella wanted to kill someone
"Oddfella doesn't define us but
Defend the line, defend the line, defend the line, it's them against us"
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8. |
Broken Record Player
02:34
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It's not quite your fault yet it's not quite mine
It just happens to be a consequence of passing time
It's just another happy accident
Where did we go wrong?
I guess we won't find out unless this song is done
It's just a broken record player
We've gone through this before
Another time around again
I'm just a broken radio
Calling out alone
It's 3 o'clock on a Saturday when I figure it out
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9. |
Radio Silence
06:38
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Give me the addresses and names of the
Dissidents who viewed that domain
Tacticool and hate speech on tshirts
We'll forget by next week or next verse
Shocking newsflash! Recycled headlines
This is all intentional, they are
Counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence
Please don't look, there's nothing to find, wait
What was this supposed to remind me of?
Oh yes
Skip the groove, go back to the first part
Indecision grapples the heart
You don't belong
Waiting patiently for reactions
Looking back through rose-tinted glasses is wrong
They're counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence
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The Birdwatchers Columbia, Missouri
Combining pop songwriting with layers of distortion, often melancholic lyrics, and a complete disregard for genre boundaries to provide a uniquely challenging listen, The Birdwatchers are an experimental rock band based out of Columbia and Kansas City, MO ... more
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