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The World
01:23
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The World
Our World
The World
Is Fucked
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Canadian Racist
03:41
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A problem that shouldn't exist
Born from mass ignorance
The stubbornness of an enforced state
Impedes the progress of the human race
Our immortal sin; our immortal sin
To our fellow kin; to our fellow kin
Peek through the blinds; yet never ask why
Concede to the lies; deny genocide
Canadian racist why do you feel so hurt?
Does it feel like an attack on your image and your own self-worth?
Canadian racist what are you so scared of?
Are you worried to admit that you have been so wrong?
Their culture has been wiped
We raped their land and tried to take their minds
Colonize; conquer; and divide
We've committed genocide
Our eternal shame; the residual pain
Our eternal shame; the residual pain
Pull down the blinds; resist asking why
Spew out your lies; deny human rights
Canadian racist why do you feel so hurt?
Does it feel like an attack on your image and your own self-worth?
Canadian racist what are you so scared of?
Are you worried to admit that you have been so wrong?
Our culture breeds malicious stereotypes
We're taught to live with blinders on our eyes
Admitting our faults will allow us to heal
The wounds we've tried to conceal
Canadian racist why do you feel so hurt?
Does it feel like an attack on your image and your own self-worth?
Canadian racist what are you so scared of?
Are you worried to admit that you have been so wrong?
Canadian racist, what have you done?
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3. |
In The Pines
02:00
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Little girl, little girl don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I would shiver the whole night through
Her daddy, was a hard working man
Was murdered about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
Little girl, little girl, where will you go
Are you going where the cold wind blows?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine
You will shiver the whole night through
Little girl, little girl don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I would shiver the whole night through
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Oil
01:49
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Build the pipes; Frack the land
Bleed the earth; drill the sands
No compromise; pollute the skies
That liquid gold; it will be sold
Build it high; submerge it low
That cold blue steel; the warm red glow
Ignore the cries; don't empathize
Feed the world my liquid gold
I need that god damn oil
Ripped from that god damn ground
I need that god damn oil
Right god damn now
I need to fuel my trucks
I need to fuel my funds
I need to fuel my needs
I need to fuel the economy
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Fat Cats
02:53
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Wake up in the morning and it's so damn cold
To the highest bidder the heat is sold
The golden mansion that sits in the sky
Fades to the smog that's clouding our eye
On the ground, you will hear the sound
Of little mice running around, running around
As they pick up tiny crumbs that come from a bigger piece
Of the pie, of the pie that's dropping to their feet
And the cats get fat as they take a little more
From the hands of the poor
And the cats get fat as they eat a little more
A little more, a little more
Life gets hard when you live below the wage
That you need to burst out of the cage
That binds you, confines you, and blinds you
From the game that's rigged to make us all lose
And the cats get fat as they take a little more
From the hands of the poor
And the cats get fat as they eat a little more
A little more, a little more
So you say you wanna fix our economy?
Well try spreading all your wealth and your money
To the people, the class, the hard working masses
The ones who aren't just sitting on their asses
To make ends meet; They're dying on their feet
The rats who run through the maze to get to the cheese
But maybe you can't see it through your “affluenza”
All that greed is making you fatter
And the cats get fat as they take a little more
From the hands of the poor
And the cats get fat as they eat a little more
A little more, a little more
And the cats get fat as they steal a little more
From the hands of the poor
And the cats get fat as they claim a little more
A little more, a little more
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6. |
The Walls
03:38
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He cannot find, he cannot find a reason
To carry on inside
Exonerate the mind, the mind that can't be trusted
He lashes out inside
Welcome to the walls
The walls that will confine you
Break through the walls
Crash into the walls
The walls that will defy you
Break through the walls
She will not find, she will not find the reason
To carry on inside
Break the mind, the mind that can't be trusted
She lashes out inside
Welcome to the walls
The walls that will confine you
Break through the walls
Crash into the walls
The walls that will defy you
Break through the walls
I'm slowly losing, I'm losing my mind
Confined by the limits that I've set inside
The wheels in the sky turn the day into night
The switch in my head turns off the light
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Panic
01:55
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Pride is a funny thing; it's all relative
Primitive in its natural form; it's not ours to give
Pride of the nation, defender of our land
A hero in the making; the finest one in the sand.
Your palms are sweaty, it's hot as hell, but you're feeling compelled.
By the captains words: "kill or be killed"
And as the sun beats down, you hear a distant sound, the calmness is profound
And then you see a sudden flash; everyone hits the ground
Panic, Panic, Stand up and attack
Everyone is dead, and no one's got your back
Panic, Panic, Look all around
Only chaos surrounds
Panic, Panic, Last chance to attack
Distortion in your head, and your vision turns black
Panic, Panic, Search all around
Your pride cannot be found
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8. |
To Reality
03:02
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The gears rotate themselves deep within my mind
The universal mass of my stems intertwine
The sea of nebula expands deep within my brain
My thoughts are washed away with meteorite rain
The synapses of my universe submit
To the order of my lovely derelict
The sea of dark matter expands deep within my brain
My thoughts are washed away with internal hemorrhaging
Snap back to reality, boy
You're running out of air you're running out choice
Nobody will save you out here
You're close to death, do I make that clear?
Whoever told you not to raise your voice
Was afraid to ask for help, afraid to make some noise
Snap back to reality
You're running out of time
The particles of my being willfully submit
To the ancient laws of the dark anarchic pit
The sea of energy expands deep within my brain
My thoughts are washed away with internal hemorrhaging
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9. |
Hello, Captain
01:35
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The bridge is burning
The ship is sinking
But the wheels keep turning
Nobody's thinking
The crew's all drowning
The hull's been breached
And the oil's enshrouding
Our clairvoyant sea
Hello, Captain
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He kept trying; He kept trying
But he couldn't find out, why he couldn't stop crying
Only so many songs can be sung
With two lips, two lungs and one tongue
She kept praying; She kept praying
That she would understand, what she was saying
Only so many songs can be sung
With two lips, two lungs and one tongue
He kept dreaming; He kept dreaming
Of the day they'd realize, what he was feeling
Only so many songs can be sung
With two lips, two lungs and one tongue
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Perception Check Winnipeg, Manitoba
Carson Mauthe
Caleb Schellenberg
Travis Kroeger
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