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Expired (remastered)
00:44
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I asked for some kind of freedom
they wouldn't give it to me
forced to be a slave in a decaying society
priorities have been skewed
your self worth has to be proved
lying face down in your on filth
looking for someone to blame the quilt
while the flames grow higher and higher
waiting for your life to
expire
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Gassholes
01:03
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unregulated takeover of land
towers as tall as the eye can see
spewing poison into the land and sea
water unfit to drink
why else would you think
wildlife disappears
resident's eyes fill with fear
laughing because they'll make
ten times more than you in one year
it's all about the money
they don't care
destroying property
driving more into poverty
to the line the pockets
of the wealthy gassholes
water unfit to the drink
why else would you think
wildlife disappeared
to line the pockets of more
wealthy gassholes.
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DFCS (remastered)
00:54
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Death to your false ideals they are dying in your hands
children are running the streets where needles cover the land
death to your false ideals now their blood is on your hands
the children are roaming the streets with needles in their hands
Opium Fields
Prescription drugs are readily available the army protects the opium fields
Death to your false ideals they are dying in your hands
children are running the streets where needles cover the land
death to your false ideals now their blood is on your hands
Chains around your neck
there in no escape from it all
death to your false ideals
born in your grand justice halls
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Doesn't Really Matter
01:05
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Its about the music
and having a good time
who cares about what you wear
from grease in your hair or dreads to the floor
no one
so quit your whining
and tear this place apart
what happened to being accepted
for liking the same bands
just a bunch of punks hating on each other
standing around looking like hypocrites
it's about the music and having a good time
quit your useless whining and tear this place apart
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IRL
00:58
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it makes me sick
I want to die
smartphones control dumb people
wrapped up in false worlds
likes and comments become their fuel
where any thought of social interaction
brings pain and nervous ticks
face to face conversation
reduced to glowing screens and vibrations
"in real life" reduced to IRL
we are living in a virtual fucking hell.
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