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Pre-Apathetic
03:56
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Eat, sleep, fight / Eat, sleep, fight, eat, sleep, fight
Fuck and die / Fuck and die, fuck and die
What does small brain want right now? Time to go and find some chow
I’ll have the dead flesh du jour / Eat ‘til full, sleep on the floor
Eat, sleep, fight / Eat, sleep, fight, eat, sleep, fight
Fuck and kill / Fuck and kill, fuck and kill
Itch, scratch, shit / Scratch and shit, scratch and shit
Fuck and die / Fuck and die, fuck and die
Wake up when I see the sun / Destroy smaller things for fun
Hunt down a potential mate / Puff out chest to show I’m great
Spend some time with my new wife / No concept of afterlife
Giant light up in the sky / Tells me that I’ll never die
Giant light up in the sky gives me life but tells me lies
Build a nest and keep it warm, find a shelter from the storm
No matter what good job I do, instinct insists that we are doomed
Don’t care about the stars above, can’t be bothered to feel love
I’m here for one single thing / That’s right, man: procreating
Dominate / Fuck and die, don’t ask why
Pass it on / Pass it on, pass it on
So I still just do my best, eat and fuck and sit and rest
Comet comes and kills us all, stomping ground now shopping mall
Not the last you’ll hear from me, still got lots to do and see
Nothing left to save us now from the sky when it falls down
Doesn’t matter anyway, we were not put here to stay
Not the last you’ll hear from me, still got lots to do and see
Evolve into someone new, find some other stuff to do
Learn to live with different things, I'll be back, I'll fly and sing
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2. |
Merry Age
01:50
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Every day’s the same old mess, we’ve got to clean it up again
We try and try to move an inch but always need to wash a dish
The little things get in the way of major progress every day
There’s never time to sit and rest, we sit and rest, we sit and rest
We want to do, we want to see, we want to close our eyes and sleep
We’re born to live and then to pass on everything that we amass
There’s never time to sit and rest, we sit and rest, we sit and rest
There’s never time to sit and rest, we sit and rest, we sit and rest
And sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and shit
I’m right here, you might be, whatever tomorrow brings
You’re right here, I might be, whatever tomorrow brings
Do you sense a pattern here? It’s all part of the plan my dear
We weren’t put here to make no art, instead we’ll fill our shopping carts
There is no need for milestones, survival is our only goal
There’s never time to sit and rest, we sit and rest, we sit and rest
Let’s hurry up, get down to fuck, no reason to indulge in suck
Let’s make some food and go to work, maybe our kid will make a mark
Let’s go ahead and sit and rest and sit and rest and sit and rest
Let’s take the time to sit and rest, we sit and rest, we sit and rest in peace
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3. |
The Musicians
01:38
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What do they expect? Of course we’re gonna go
They packed our lunches, this time they will not know
Boys may well be boys but even up on Mars
You won’t stop our search for who we are
Learning from our history and choosing to repeat
Hammering the bones that built the floor beneath our feet
In the caves that line the burned out, long-forgotten streets
Playing out our memories to the forbidden beat and
We’ll make our own marks on this world
We’ll make our own marks on this world
Let’s drink til we puke and then let’s get tattoos because
I don’t wanna remember what I never wanna forget
What did they expect? Of course boys will be boys
It’s not a fucking phase, we just like to make noise
What did they expect? Of course boys will be boys
It is not a phase, we just like to make noise
We just like to make noise
We just like to make noise
We just like to make noise
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4. |
War
02:30
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No wonder I look back and all I ever see is black
Every night I make the choice to leave the chance to choose behind
A history of erasure even as I extend the line
Then and now two become one as I pass the point of asking why
Never thought it'd be like this but of course it happens every time
As the world spins below, is there some good in being wrong?
Every night I'm doomed to chase like a fucking bug after light
Have I ever had a choice, does the coin even have two sides?
Something like the thrill of death and the fear of waking up alive
No morning ever comes easy, but it’s never been rocket science
It's only done when it's over, just one at a time
I fear one day I’ll get it right
I fear one day I’ll get it right
I fear one day I’ll get it right
I fear one day I’ll get it right
You know the drill, we're only gonna die from our own
Arrogance and pointlessness, too dangerous to combine
What results is everything in the history of mankind
But there’s only ever been one move in the war between low and high
Never know if you are in control or a drone in the endless fight
It's never done when it's over, these dizzying heights
I fear one day I’ll get it right
I fear one day I’ll get it right
I fear one day I’ll get it right
Maybe I’ll never get it right
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5. |
Deth Sux
04:20
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It’s true that me is meaningless, but lately that means less and less
I love my life and want it saved, I wanna just skip right past the grave
I want to skip right past the grave
I live in great fear of The End so I close my eyes and pretend
That I’ll get cast in the sequel, part two of my life not in Hell
I’m always taking head shots of myself
We’re all stars of our own movies / I want popcorn with nacho cheese
We’re all stars of our own movies
Popcorn - nacho cheese - popcorn - nacho cheese
We’re all stars of our own movies / I want more chocolate pretzel treats
We’re all stars of our own movies
Chocolate - more chocolate
No problem with reality, but I prefer a matinee
A movie doesn’t ever leave, just shuts off temporarily
That’s probably why we like to be the stars of our biographies
I want everyone to see I’m cool like Jimmy Dean
My face on the silver screen: charge ten per head to watch me preen
There’s nothing worse than being dead / My life’s all in my head
It’s fine, I want it to be because my life is all about me
Because my life is all about me
We’re all stars of our own movies /The soundtrack plays for me, me, me
We’re all stars of our own movies
Chocolate - pretzel treats - chocolate - pretzel treats
We’re all stars, we aim to please / The audience is me, me, me
We’re all stars, we aim to please
I’m ready for my close-up / Here’s the part where you feel sad
I’m always made up / I’m once upon a time
I’m ready for my close-up / Here’s the part where you feel sad
I’m always made up / I’m once upon a time blah blah
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6. |
Afterburner
03:32
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As the migrants disembark, the captain looks beyond the stars
Build the shelter, shower, shave, make some paintings in the caves
Dismantle the spent space ship, save the parts left from the trip
Take the old propulsion jet, grab the spark plugs, don’t forget
Use the extra rocket fuel, this is gonna be way cool
Threat assessment positive, one last order left to give
Power up and point at home, make dust from the human bones
No more Earthlings on our mind, we are Martians just in time
No life, no death, no blue no green, no memory
No past, no fate, no history, no bones beneath
No right, no wrong, no punity, no one not free
No flags, no gods, no mysteries, no break that is not clean
Final frontier, flesh flies off the bone
You gotta crack eggs or you’ll starve all alone
On the bravest of worlds cuz the last one’s a tomb
Their graves will be marked by the fountains of doom
All we know is gone and we are all we know is gone and we are all we know is gone and we are all we know is gone and we are all we know and all we know is gone
All we know is gone
All we know is gone
New life, new death, new blue, new green, new destiny
New past, new fate, new history, new bones beneath
our feet, new wrong, new mysteries, new nightmare sleep
New flags, new gods, new reason to believe, no king who is not me
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7. |
The Captain
02:31
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He leads, they follow / He feasts, they swallow
The hammers, they echo through skulls carved hollow
They can’t quit because there’s nowhere to go
Yesterday’s erased, the future's in stone
The god of war watches as his crops grow
They plow the dust while he sits high on the throne
He leads, they follow / He feasts, they swallow
Generators bellow / All hail tomorrow
And the walls of the caves are red
And the pigs are at it again
And we might like Saturn instead
Yeah, we might prefer being dead
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8. |
Just Deserts
00:43
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This isn’t what I signed up for, not anymore
I changed my mind, can I resign just one more time?
I’m fucked / I am fucked
I came here to get away but it’s the same
In fact it’s worse, this guy’s a jerk, it’s too much work
A bust / It’s a bust
I expected something new, the cosmic truth
In every breath / no luck / instead I’m choked by death
I’m numb / I’ve gone numb
Everything has been buried / I can’t unsee
The end of now, the untouched ground / I’m coming down
To dust / To dust
The grass was never greener / The grass was never here
I must now run from all I thought I’d never leave
Just like how I wound up here, I guess I got what I deserved
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9. |
Distant Doorways
02:35
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It’s been so long since I spoke up
I’m screamin' at a hole in the sky and it's not making any sound
I’m looking for a new way out
The end of days was years ago
There’s only ages now and I’m running out of fear of death
Without the chance to second guess
There’s no reward for “never went,” for sit and rest
I’d rather be dead than sleep here again
The way it was before I fled, the way back when
I’d rather be dead than leave you again
Alone out there with nothing left, no life ahead
I’d rather be dead than die here again
I’d rather be dead
To run away or go back home?
The middle, edge, the same shit, I’m not trying to be profound
What’s up is up and down’s still down
It’s easier to say goodbye to something that is not there
But shoot the moon and blow it up, you better like the taste of dust
There is a light, is it the end? I’d rather be dead
Will I live on in minds of men? I’d rather be dead
I never meant it when I said I’d rather be dead
I reach for the door / Was this some kind of metaphor?
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10. |
Deth
02:55
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You’ve already seen the light / It’s been burning all your life
Remember crashing face first into the ground?
Remember every star up in the sky falling down?
Remember waking up to that recurring sound
of every atom in your body screaming out, "Just let me out"?
Death's your friend / Death's your roommate
Death is you and me and death is everyone
Death's your house / Death's your hometown
Death is near and far and death is everywhere
Death's your job / Death's your hobby
Death is life and death and death is everything
Death's your youth / Death's your future
Death is time and space and death is relative
It's all in your head
No fucking way out of here that isn't death
There is no escape, there has never been
Find yourself a way out now before you’re dead
There is no return, there has never been
Find yourself a way to stay before you’re dead
There is not an end, it's all in your head
The one thing that's certain is eternal rest
When it’s done and said here's to forever after death
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11. |
Berth
02:37
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Buried alive in a berth side by side, we're not victims
How many hours led us to this? Infinitum
Time only gets us as far and wide as days are long
And eternity's ear is a great place to piss / Sing this last song
I no longer live inside me I am now a resident of history and I cannot do anything about the things I didn’t do or whatever my past lives on, tomorrow's gone and on and on with nothing to remember or forget just what I did, it's done so here it is, there's nothing to remember or forget
Nothing to remember or forget
Nothing to remember or forget
Nothing to remember or forget
Shapes are defined at the end of the line, there are carvings of time on the walls of my mind
Oh, file them away on a shelf to be played once or twice every year as a means of escape
(Repeat, in peace)
What’s in my head? There’s nothing left
What’s in my head? It's all been spent
What’s in my head? Wet, cold, and dense, oh
What happens next? Now that it's the --
End of the line, it's where shapes are defined
But it's us who decide if the past will survive
Or die and decay in a grave, on display
For the next ones to dig up, piss on, throw away
Will it be great or is it too late?
Will it be great or is it too late?
Will it be great or is it too late?
My head is a case cuz this is our berth
Death sucks
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