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4. | Enemy Mind |
5. | Pleasure Seekers |
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8. | Ship High In Transit |
9. | Minutes In Night |
10. | Spanish Handshake |
11. | Digital Leash |
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I wanna be original, I wanna be surrounded by art
But everything is digital, the formulas are fallin' apart
They riot in the streets because there's not enough money to share
Is the burden of fame just a universal cross we can bear?
But out here on the borderline, you've got to hold it together
You've been deprived of dedication
You've been condemned by your dreams
Is it as bad as it seems?
And can you pull the hook from your mouth?
Do you want to feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out?
We're divided it seems, this is a diary of life in between
This is obese and obscene, this isn't music, it's a pyramid scheme
And out here on the borderline, you've got to hold it together
You've been deprived of dedication
You've been condemned by your dreams
And out here on the border line, it feels a lot like forever
We'll all be damned if this machine turns life into routine
Thieves have taken the crown
Melted it down
Kept it in near the ground
Now they're praying for sound
And I don't know what's found
'Cause we used to be gifted, and persistent
Now we're bored, reminiscent
We used to laugh without misery, spoon-fed our desire
We've lost our fire!
And now they won't remember our names
Our days are mixed in the crowd,
And our nights are spent fanning the flames
But out here on the borderline, you've got to hold it together
You've been deprived of dedication
You've been condemned by your dreams
Out here on the borderline, it feels a lot like forever
We'll all be damned if this machine turns art into a routine
(Dead and gone, we're dead and gone)
Thieves have taken the crown
And have melted it down
Thieves have taken the crown
And now they're praying for sound
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If I'm wrong, I don't care
If I'm right, I will be programmed and compared
If I crash, if I fail,
I'll be waiting for you deep in hell
Well it's the loneliest place to go; the loneliest place to hide
Look at us now, up in the sky!
We went and taught ourselves to fly!
Parasites sell advice
And the weak will never trust what they've become,
They're most safely and perfectly them
Kissing 'cause they never fight
They fist and they fuck through the night
Look at them now, up in the sky!
They went and taught themselves to die!
We won't be paragraphed by silence
We won't be hidden by the phone
We may appear sidetracked by violence,
We may appear as barking dogs
Nothing is wrong, we are impossibly strong!
Gather your strength, believe everything you say!
Never break down, follow, or blindly obey!
Inveigh!
Look at us now, up in your skies!
We taught ourselves!
We taught ourselves!
We taught ourselves!
We taught ourselves to fly!
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Think fast or you'll never survive.
You feel the whiplash if all the cities divide.
Oh!
Make heroes that could barely exist.
I'm running from your mouth and the hammer and fist.
Lead the way, I got a brain to resist and define.
All I know is I threw myself into the wind, felt my body begin to curl.
Maybe in the next life or maybe in another world...
It's impossible to figure out 'cause everything's subliminal.
Maybe in the next life, I'll be a hero, not a criminal.
A new world on the tip of my tongue;
It doesn't break down or admit when it's wrong.
A day breaks and the cities divide.
Oh!
My body just can't help feeling incomplete and unknown,
A new ghost in an old home, parallel and paralyzed.
All I know is I threw myself into the wind, felt my body begin to curl.
Maybe in the next life or maybe in another world...
It's impossible to figure out 'cause everything's subliminal.
Maybe in the next life, I'll be a hero, not a criminal.
And now that everything's a dream; I'm no longer nervous, I don't feel a thing!
And when I die before my time, please know my body gave up before my mind.
Another city divides,
Another city divides,
Another city divides,
Parallel and paralyzed!
Past lives and other worlds.
When the sun sets through everyone and everything you knew,
You can't help feeling completely alone
All I know is I threw myself into the wind, felt my body begin to curl.
Maybe in the next life or maybe in another world...
It's impossible to figure out 'cause everything's subliminal.
Maybe in the next life, I'll be a hero and not a criminal.
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I needed shelter
More than anything else
I wanted to help her
From destroying herself
I dont speak on money
When I'm over the line
And I dont dwell on death much
But it crosses my mind
Oh
Make no mistake
There's a real thin line between crime
And suicide
Oh
I knew I was loaded
I knew it was clean
Until it exploded
All over the scene
And now out on the freeways
Now I'm wired all of the time
I don't dwell on death much
But it crosses my mind
Make no mistake
There's a real thin line between crime
And suicide
Six days a week
I feel the payment comin'
Six days no sleep
I keep my eyes wide open
Six days a week
I feel the payment comin'
Six days no sleep
I keep my eyes wide open
And now out on the freeways
Now I'm wired all of the time
And now I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
Six days a week
I feel the payment comin'
Six days no sleep
I keep my eyes wide open
Six days a week
I feel the payment comin'
Six days no sleep
I keep my eyes wide open
'Cause there's a real thin line between crime
And suicide
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Well, I'm amazed how well you handle defeat - for a rookie
So lay back and just continue to sleep
We'll come wake you when they're long gone
I solemnly swear to compete in the world if nothing is ever atoned
Oh, young blood if given the chance spit fire
Young blood destroy the old empire
Well, I'm amazed the way you handle the press - like a veteran
The flies will swarm and bees will crowd for incest
They want to document all your time
I solemnly swear to compete in the world if nothing is ever atoned
Oh, young blood if given the chance spit fire
Young blood destroy the old empire
Young blood if given the chance spit fire
Young blood empires fade so hold on to the money that you made
Long gone
I solemnly swear to compete in the world if nothing is ever atoned
Oh, young blood if given the chance spit fire
Young blood destroy the old empire
Young blood if given the chance spit fire
Young blood if given the choice, never let them silence your voice
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