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Set-Up
03:01
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The pot filled with gold fell right into your hands
And you fought over every single dime
You watched as the protests turned establishment
And you robbed all the kittens of their claws
Your audacity on call
You tell us we don’t care at all
Well fuck your good intentions
They don’t make you right or strong
We’re stuck with your inventions
You’ve set us all up for the fall
The water you dammed up sits so far away
And the walls that you climbed you built yourselves
Recall how the golden age seemed temperate
Then recall marketing your avarice
Your audacity, your gall
You tell us we don’t care anymore
Well fuck your good intentions
They don’t make you right or strong
We’re stuck with your inventions
You’ve set us all up for the fall
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Careless
02:23
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It's only gonna get worse
I'm only gonna get left behind
Momentum thus far coerced
Turning the lights on won't help the blind
I'll get it right
Someday soon
I’ll feel contrite
But careless
How long
Will I
Leave it to circumstances
When the chance that I won't get it right is high
How long
Will I
Leave it to circumstances
When the chance that I won't get it right is
Unlikely to be reversed
Until ambition and aim combine
I'll get it right
Someday soon
I’ll feel contrite
But careless
How long
Will I
Leave it to circumstances
When the chance that I won't get it right is high
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3. |
Into Place
03:53
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Fall
Fall right into place
Fit right in
Distracted with make believe
Indolent
Filled with rage yet incomplete
And absent
This is who we are
For all that it’s worth
At least we feel small
This is who we are
For all that it’s worth
We did nothing wrong
Give
Give up when it’s hard
Abandon
Distracted with make believe
Indolent
Filled with rage yet incomplete
And absent
Frustrated by missing needs
Deficient
Fueled by egos and their greed
Tragic
This is who we are
For all that it’s worth
At least we feel small
This is who we are
For all that it’s worth
We did nothing wrong
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4. |
Traffic at Midnight
02:44
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Detained, not moving
Veins strangulate
Who makes all the bad
Decisions, decisions?
Who fails to understand alliances?
And while we sit and wait
We get to contemplate
Results of this bad
decision
I can’t quite see straight
Rage constipates
Who makes all the bad
Decisions, decisions?
Who fails to understand alliances?
And while we sit and wait
We get to contemplate
Results of this bad
decision
You’ve mistaken me for someone else
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Cables & Arms San Francisco, California
Pure bottom-dwelling fury from San Francisco, CA.
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