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Bastards Still Remain
00:51
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We blazed a trail and you fucking mocked us
looked down on us with your fucking nose up
now look at you crawling down that trail
shit eating grin I pray that you fail
Ego so large that it fills the room
Alliance is lost, selfishness consumes
Bastards still remain...
they walk among us, waving flags that they've taken from us
hijacked form passing as their own, decomposed down to the bone
Bastards still remain
We took all the risk while you got the reward
there’s a special place in hell for all of you frauds
Took you under our wing when you came around
but when we need you we don't hear a sound.
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Excuses Pile Up
01:27
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I can't wrap my head around the way you go through life
playing victim at every turn, always complaining despite...
Committing crimes, searching for pride
Hollow inside, living a lie
A lack of pressure put on you at any point
responsibility shunned from those you disappoint
Time after time the excuses pile up
blame it all on others, blame it on bad luck
Always bitching about everybody else
time to point the finger at yourself
refused acceptance of the result of never acting like a fucking adult
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Space Mountain
01:14
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You tried to stooge me out to your friends so you could shine
but now the heat is on you, and you’re fucking mine.
I had you eating out of the palm of my hand, and I’ll do it again
push your luck with me while I do it to your friend
You shot on me for the last time
one offense on a long list of crimes
you’ve been guilty right from the start
you’re not the victim, you’re just playing the part
Retribution will find you, and that’s for sure
tried to drag my name through the mud
I can’t wait to show you the door
You got swerved and you’re too blind to see...
pathetic hypocrite, you think you’ll bury me?
Put you over right from the start
I should’ve known you’re just another mark
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You Think I Don't Know
00:29
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You think I don't know
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In The Name Of...
01:20
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Past glories fading, the loss of fame
No respect is owed due to your name
They reminisce about the "good old days"
Ignore the present basking in memories
Tired rhetoric to do what they say
Sacrificing self in the name of unity
Rambling repetition, catch phrase with no conviction
Name fucking posers grasping at any chance...
To jump into the light, attracting all eyesight
Turn every conversation to eras past
Living in that box was killing me
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Anarchy On Atlantic
01:32
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23 years of suffering and pain
23 years of someone else’s reign
23 years of being the underdogs
23 years ahh fuck the fuck off
The streak is over... The curse is now dead
23 years, no end in sight
23 years, ahh not without a fight
23 years, this might be the one
23 years, what’s done is fucking done
It’s anarchy on atlantic, I’m losing my mind
It’s anarchy on atlantic, we’re feeling just fine
It’s anarchy on atlantic, what’re you gonna do?
It’s anarchy on atlantic, orange and fucking blue!
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Among Us All
01:06
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Fuck your standings, forget your caste
Shove your judgments, fuck high class
Screw adapting, fight the rules
End the scorn, fuck ridicule
Embrace contempt, welcomes disdain
Accept the scorn, embrace the pain
Bask in spite, warm to the sneers
Pride in your hate, thrilled with your fear
Void of any value in the brain
Tempers rising, pressures at the brink
Your image fades much sooner than you think
Monstrosities among us all
Social climbers eventually fall
Regurgitating archaic phrase
Face without a name, a fucking charade
Tempers rising and pressures at the brink
Your image fades much sooner than you think
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Never Will It Stop
01:16
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Venom drips through my clenched teeth
I bite my tongue, no sign of relief
Shut my eyes as tight as I can
your image burns through my fucking skull again
Everybody hates you, are you really surprised?
Bottom of the barrel with the roaches and flies
You wanna know what I know and you think you do
All of your worst fears, yeah, it’s true
You’re misery and shit in human form
You’re walking, talking proof of a world gone wrong
You live in carnage so that’s how you’ll die
accept your shitty fate and stop asking why
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Absolute Power Corrupts
01:10
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Yeah, you claim that it’s everybody until you say it’s not
in your little circle is where you’re gonna rot
I can’t fucking relate and I’m glad I never will
beyond disconnected and I’m running for the hills
You claim that it’s for everybody, unless they’re not like you
pseudo inclusive posers, yeah, this one’s for you
Seeing red and I want to destroy everything that ties you and I
Seeing red and I want to explode, an army of clones doing as their told Seeing red and I want to combust, light a match, turn me to dust
I want to explode
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This Is Hell
00:54
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Resurrected, rose from the grave
Grudges too strong to be deaths slave
Years gone by, darkness dwelled
That was then, this is hell
Spent so long under attack, now we pull the pin and we throw it back
Lines were drawn and sides were chose
Weeded out friends from foes
Learning from the past mistakes
Associating with rats and snakes
Spent so long under attack, now we pull the pin and we throw it back
They tried to harm me then, but you can't break us now
Can't get much lower when you've lived underground
All I've learned from my mistakes is I'm immune to rats and snakes
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Retaliate
01:43
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When the lights have been out for so long, you get used to the dark
hell bent on destruction, there's no need for a spark
Whether you’re a king or a street sweeper
we all gotta dance with the grim reaper
Whether you got a king or a one eyed jack
we all gotta dance with the man in black
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No Martyr
01:25
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Fallen before but never this far
Hang your head, hide your scars
Wasting your days, living regret
Blaming the game for losing again
You're not worth my time
No, won't let you cloud my fucking mind
You’re not worth my time
You’re not a martyr, Just in your mind
Falling again, deeper than deep
Feeling condemned and incomplete
Giving it up before you fought
Decaying inside, living to rot
You’re not a martyr, Just the victim in your mind
So I'm Fucking giving up on thinking that you’ll try
Don’t wanna hear your shit, it’s all just fucking more lies
Words expose your weakness, impossible to hide
Your voice will soon decay as you do inside
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