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Battlecry!
02:43
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this is my letter of resignation
i cant go on seeing the world like this
everyday they say "everybody changes, its just how it is"
I shift my eyes towards the window
to the rooftops and the sky
i sing "why? why, oh why? why, oh why?"
adaptation is a trial, and im in denial, im held in contempt
all differences aside, this is goodbye, i try to accept
but i cant help but sympathize
i see them all running like its the end
like they have something to live for
hum their battlecry: next time ill try
this is my hope for revolution
my last chance to save the world
as futile as it sounds, i have no other option, live on a prayer
i shift my eyes towards the crowd
the punks, the wayward, the burnt out
they sing "why? why oh why? why oh why?"
deprivation of a voice is nothing to look forward to, i try to amend
asphyxiation of attempt, blacked out by ambition, im in disarray
but i cant help but sympathize
i see them all running like its the end
like they have something to live for
hum their battlecry: next time ill try
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2. |
Ink Runs Dry
03:58
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ink runs dry
disappointment seems benign these days
listless in faith
though i used to pray
to someone i have never known
someone i could speak to
without a single thought
a single hesitation
im through talking to myself
the walls are just as bored with me
so much so, they got up to leave
i have so much to say, but nobody's listening
found a trap to get out of
found a place just as lonely as me
i look at myself and ask
what do you want? what do you feel?
its demonstrative of what drags me down
i want peace, i want war
i want wisdom, i want more than a feeling
more than prescribed, no more hellos, no more good byes
im through talking to myself
the walls are just as bored with me
so much so, they got up to leave
i have so much to say, but nobody's listening
found a trap to get out of
found a place just as lonely as me
i wrote this note in lieu of abandonment
pent out sorrow, full of anger and regret
show me a sign to prove that im not right
the sky is dark, the wind's gone still and everything i see is just so real
im through talking to myself
the walls are just as bored with me
so much so, they got up to leave
i have so much to say, but nobody's listening
found a trap to get out of
found a place just as lonely as me
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3. |
Rhodesia
03:49
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Scramblin', scramblin', scramblin' on
it's the way it goes
when social darwinism is the norm
everyone thinks their in control
any land can be my land,
because i have the weapons
any land can be my land
with God on my side, I'm not going down this time
Rhodes looks into the mineshaft
he don't care what's in his way
To De Beers, he writes with sentiment
We're looking through some new sediment
To Britain, my love.
We're moving up, we're going with a vengeance
Down the Orange River I run
catch the rays from the pounding sun
oh zimbabwe here i come, oh zimbabwe here i come
Rhodes looks into the mineshaft
he don't care what's in his way
Cape colony is under new government
the imperial British parliament
wherever staples can be found
we're moving up, we're coming with a vengeance
Into the the Transvaal we run
head to head with Boers' guns
Oh Johannesburg, here i come
Oh Johanessburg Here i come
Rhodes looks into the mineshaft
he don't care what's in his way
Cecil John Rhodes, a disgrace to the world
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4. |
Wide Awake
03:31
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I'm told not to
but my head is hard
every year, every shot that's lodged
to deep to dig it out
unless enough are
breathing down my throat
i spit it all out
along with my hope
my eyes set fire
every time i blink
i'd like to leave right now
but I'm too wide awake
yea, I'm too wide awake
dare, i double dare ya
to stop me now
you question my motivations
i'll take ya out
so tell me, what am i doing?
with a bottle in my hand
fit of rage, in trance-like state
its time to end
my eyes set fire
every time i blink
i'd like to leave right now
but I'm too wide awake
yea, I'm too wide awake
i found, i see
that the man in the mirror looks a lot like me
with an evil grin and fist of grief
suddenly a coming to fruition
i found that i must be
the weakest of them all cuz now i see that
i'm the only one still here
my eyes set fire
every time i blink
i'd like to leave right now
but I'm too wide awake
my eyes are closed
yet its still hard to sleep
when the voices scream so loud
and I'm too wide awake
yea I'm too wide awake
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