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Broad Strokes
03:43
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In the year of our Lord-
and when the lambs, they do come of age, no one to shoulder the blame - made off with the goose and the gold egg, but got lost in the game.
where they been, and where you come from - they're not one in the same and all the ones that get let down, will leave with only their names
this is a choice that we hold - this is the chance that got sold
this is the way that we hold our own
this is the hill that we climb - up for the very last time
this is the space between then and now.
Cast off in an ocean of fake tan - bottled up to sell
set course for a coast where our contents - under pressure excel.
where we been and what we've come to - not one and the same-
broad strokes and things that got lived through could make us go either way.
this is a choice that we hold - this is the chance that got sold
this is the way that we hold our own
this is the hill that we climb up for the very last time
this is the space between then and now.
once more in the year of our lord we sing
are you starting to feel that you belong somewhere else?
once more in the year of our lord we fall
and we're starting to see that we may need something more
something real
this is a choice that we hold - this is the chance that got sold
this is the way that we reclaim our own
this is a chance to do right, or this is your marketing point
this is the space between then and now.
In the Year of our Lord
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2. |
Pale New World
03:03
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There was a time it stopped making sense
enough to wake you, and to never lay down again
and once again you part ways with all the things you knew
and all the places you hid back then
there comes a time we're stripped of artifice
enough to break you and compel you to rebuild again
everything you want, everything you need
everything that got away from us again
from a stale breeze to an empty street
climb aboard, gather up a spot for you
and make it through
this is a time to find our way again
out of the wilderness of dollars and cents, amen
everything you want, everything you need
everything that got away from us again
from a stale breeze to an empty street
climb aboard, gather up a spot for you
and make it through
no trend, no fake
no loss at stake
we shed that which we do not need
oh Lord, yeah
everything you want, everything you need
everything that got away from us again
from a stale breeze to an empty street
climb aboard, gather up a spot for you
everything you want, everything you need
everything that you think you know, forget
all the things you own, the facade you feed
stop the trend, make a choice
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3. |
Disco Famine
03:07
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Stand in line, stand alone
Guess you found a road you know
Follow it, shoot the curve
True to form, true to urge
Girl you know you’ve got a willing heart
Anyway you want to go
Now you know you’ve got a wealth of words to find
to tell the world what you know
We’re wasted, we’re wounded, we’re starving
come out now, from under, this morning
Throw a line, hold the phone
late to rise, sure to roam
Pray the night gets you home
Brings you back from the fold
Boy you know you’ve got a winning smile
anywhere you want to go
Now you know you’ve got a million thoughts to bind
and show the world what you know
don’t wanna wait another day
don’t got no other choice
we’ll waste away without a taste
of our true beating heart
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4. |
Like Hell
03:05
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All across the board - held out against our own-
hopes to avoid the threat of empty homes
plug-in dependency - the calm of despondency
a stand-in electric soul
No need to leave my home no more
Like hell they’ll run, in fading conscience
hold fast, it’s on the way
Evading sun in our waking hours
Still wasted on the way
All across the wall - bold type for all to see
Bask in the glow of our own celebrity
When was the last you heard the call of the outside world?
A touchscreen of modern art-
held close against your heart - and just know
Like hell they’ll run, in fading conscience
hold fast, it’s on the way
Evading sun in our waking hours
Still wasted on the way
Were we so pure? Are we so cured?
Dear God, you’ve gotta be joking now and
oh Lord, good God, you’ve gotta be joking now
Like hell they’ll run, in fading conscience
hold fast, it’s on the way
Evading sun in our waking hours
Still wasted on the way
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5. |
Appetite for Reduction
03:20
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we could never do without our cradles of self-reverence
we try to take on everyone just to sleep right, secure in our beds
and why is everything about our faces up on a screen?
we crave the eyes of everyone just feel right
but what does it mean?
what is the point, and where does it end?
Good credit in great supply
too bad you can’t take it with you when you die
you speak out just to hear your voice
how many ways are there for you to say “I”
And we can never do without our voices, opinions of phrase
Self-appointed arbiters who decide how we’re perceived
and why is everything about validation of our very breath?
we need the minds of everyone just feel right
but what does it mean?
what is the point, and where does it end?
Good credit in great supply
too bad you can’t take it with you when you die
you speak out just to hear your voice
how many ways are there for you to say “I”
just to feel right
pick your fight now
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6. |
Go Big
02:55
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no harm / no foul
if you can turn it away
did we play our role?
every pitch / every word
do you believe everything that you're sold?
every dime, every cent, every dollar spent
what for? is this all that we are?
so much for soul or individuality
and what makes us whole
we buy / it sells
a new circuit that you feed
your name on my clothes
every stitch, every sign in our mind is burned
every breath, every dime that they turn
every dime, every cent, every dollar spent
what for? is this all that we are?
what you own now owns you
what you buy just bought you
what they have now has you
what they possess is you
every dime, every cent, every dollar spent
what for? is this all that we are?
no harm / no foul
if you can turn it away
is this all we are?
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7. |
Play Your Role
03:29
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all around, inside our head
noise is all we see
static sound, taste the ground
savor what it bring
fail to see what we sown
that which we can be
doused our tracks in alcohol
drop the flame and sing
Play your role
play your role
I’ll play mine
a lost and found; our new world
watchers on the ridge
burnt and rife, tribal strife
how we deign to live
fail to see what we sown
that which we can be
drowned our path in gasoline
drop the flame and sing
Play your role
play your role
I’ll play mine
mine
yeah, I’ll play mine
these are the days of discontent
filled with the doubt of their repent
these are the days of filth and sludge
these are the deeds for which we’re judged
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8. |
Next Top Model
02:30
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We’re naked, still raging
all covered in lye and staging
some form of takeover
or go and start things over
and lay me down
so lay me down
Is nothing still sacred?
we’re counting your cards like rainmen
we’re our own dead heroes
now go and start from zero
and lay me down
so lay me down
set fire to the bridge and then run like hell
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9. |
All Our Heroes Are Dead
02:53
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All our Heroes are dead
all our heroes are dead
all our heroes are dead
and I think you know
It’s the same
the same
the same
the same old thing
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10. |
Last Chance to Dance
03:11
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And this is the darkest spell
Cast over barren roads tonight
dead fields of generations before
senseless a horror fall
engines of devils call dissent
judgement may seek them out after all, dear Lord
Sing, if you break my will
I’ll send it back to you with a
swift righteous retribution of all
Last call to pray for your soul and
last call to beg for your life
last call to save the old world
Last Chance to Dance
Last chance to save the old world
Is this the waning pall?
Are these the ones who crawled from hell?
up through a sprawling specter of frost
Only the days will tell
What gifts the night will offer us
Bestowed the heaviest of a cross to bear
if you break my will
I’ll send it back to you with a
thunderous shock to lay you all low
Last call - no breaking under the weight of all
last chance - no faltering at the gates
last dance - regrouping under the boughs of time
last chance - to supersede our own fate
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Dystopiarch Brooklyn, New York
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