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Toe The Line
02:02
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I spent so long reacting to bad things happening with more alcohol and bad choices that will bite me in time
I made a debt with everyone digging a deeper grave while simultaneously flying too close to the sun.
I'd like to say I know better now but I'm only two wrong steps away from where I was isn't everyone always on the edge of their all time low somehow sidestepping the blows and moving forward but like a shadow the fear holds on
Restlessly hurdling from one goal to the next but so tired of explaining ourselves. Although it feels pointless we ratiocinate the same holding nothing but faith that our actions will eventually bring change.
Am I everything that makes me unhappy
Am I everything that makes me sad
Am I everything that leaves me Hopeless
Am I everything that makes this feel second hand
Is the answer clear and I'm too Scatterbrained to believe
I think I'm finally able to see that you don't need to have all the answers to make a stand what's important is you do what you can the world is complex problem and everyone could use a helping hand
Don't procrastinate and turn eyes blind
There is never an ideal time
Don't hallucinate a perfect life
There's nothing gained if you toe the line
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2. |
Born Below The Tide
02:10
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Living is so expensive though I fear one day soon I'll die
Be released from life's expenses and constant scraping by
There's no positions left now for a nervous fuck like me
Rinse repeat and try, Rinse repeat and try
It's something we never talk of an enigma lost in time
So many tragic event all at once it gets swept below the tide
You can try and ride but the results aren't yours to decide
It was made before you were even born when society forced divides
Rinse repeat and try, rinse repeat and try.
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3. |
Hutl
02:52
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A boy stumbles down the main streets, in this decaying little city surrounded by brands and advertisements.
Asks the passers by for change but offering no change in himself and his down and out ways.
Macdonald's vouchers on the back of rip off bus fares, a partnership in the rise of overweight scheme dwellers. Priced out of the centres but brought in to the city buy the chain shop chains on there wrists. The future looks the same as the past and in present they sleep walk from one day to the next. Shut off from decision making shut down from the industry takings the life that once lived here was prosperous. It's a far cry from luxury when boredom propels the worst in everything they see the meaning of poverty gets re-defined every 6 to 8 weeks. They'll be fighting over TV screens every black Friday is that the brightest day they will ever see.
Tragedy over tragedy, Modern Macbeth's hiding behind poppies.
Distraction to the masses who don't want to know what's happening.
Interviews with alarming rates of questions never answered.
Answers swapped for sound bites like shoddy car salesmen trying to sell cuts to the nation to line their own pockets and pretend it's our salvation
corruption in every single corner that you see and your only hope is to pick one that seems slightly more clean
A boy get stabbed out in broad daylight
The wrong place the wrong time not specifically the place being the planet he's brought into the time being now
Now is the time to spend your sweet nothings away live forever in a slow decay
Now is the time to put your Hope's on the line and see how many stretch beyond shopping market shelves
Now is the time to see daily atrocities and feel nothing do nothing there's nothing to be done anyway I'm sure its getting dealt with sink another pint can and switch to futilitarian
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4. |
1 Like = 1 Prayer
02:39
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Hive mind a glorious design
Now it's a fucking cesspit
Mother of 3 living that suburb life
Be kind written on the rack for her knives
Cheering gleefully at suffering refugees
Then sharing suicide advise
It's a fucking cesspit
All the usual suspects are self proclaimed experts on the topic of the day
Do your research they say
Bending facts to suit their made up mind
Turning water into brine
In-between searching for rape porn the balding man with no profile picture logs on with caps lock he screams about snowflakes out of context say there bringing down his country
Resort to insults when presented with facts
It's a fucking cesspit
Lets celebrate the death of irony when they call you sheeple for not agreeing with there cult narrative
Suspicious friend requests from "single girls" wanting to add you to their WhatsApp chat
It's a fucking cesspit
Please validate my opinion
Comments section on the evening Express
Inappropriate adverts from wish
Wee jimmy krankie
Big things coming soon
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5. |
X99
03:33
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Forever waiting for a bus that's cancelled
my dreams used to be sincere but now they only extend to Empty bottles
Wishing the best for my childhood friends
for the times we spend now may just be means to an end
I wish the best to loves laid to rest
a past built on regret can be past well spent
All that's left to do is document standard steps of aging
The days feel less important now its milestones we're gageing
Memories rotting away
Could you lapidify emotion enough to want to live forever
Like pain doesn't hurt, like fear isn't real
Like excitements out of reach like there's no reason to feel
Wash yourself of past acquaintances
Cleanse all hope to ever see those fading smiles again
Selfishly keeping your head above water
By standing on the shoulders of others
the lighter flickers attempted evasion of old age
a few steps more as I make it to the gates
the harshest judgement comes from within
and I doubt I'll ever see myself worthy of ever getting in
so here is where I'll wait
for that bus to come and save me from my fate. For that bus to come and take me away
If there's a way
To stretch the day
I wish I was at least half awake
The best thing about the end of the world is the end
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6. |
Come To Pass
03:30
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Making up the time between the next reason to breathe
All the hours come and go with notable lack of sleep
Facing down a tiny list of options on a page
Preparing for a picnic only in the hope of rain
The morning comes around again with all familiar haze
If I didn't see it every day I'm scared I would forget your face
Like I forget about the purpose I had envisioned for this day
Cant seem to put a finger on any good that I have made
Have I been selfish all the time reciting problems out on stage
There's a disconnect embedded I take steps but then refrain
Curtain my anxiety's to tame in a dark cage
A picturesque existence Trapped within its frame I tear around the edges but the painting stays in place
Restlessly searching for ways that I change prognostication indicates my life is already made
Can I be more
Than parasitical existence
Does life come just to pass
Can I even be aware of myself
When I don't when to ask for help
Was there ever any Stories to tell
Was there ever any ships to sail
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