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Headshot
03:10
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Get the fuck out of my way
And do not talk to me
I just wanna leave, so
Leave me alone
But if you wanna stick around
And talk shit
You’d better make sure you
Get the first hit
You’d better get a headshot
I’m sick of you showing up
And butting in
Sick of you pretending
To be my friend
But one false move
And you’re ready to go
So I’m
I’m letting you know
You’d better get a headshot
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Routine
02:57
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Quit my job and I’ll sleep the streets
That nine-to-five life ain’t for me
I don’t mind playing it rough
In fact, I can’t get enough
I’m so sick of this fucking routine
Can’t see what’s going on behind the smokescreen
Runnin’ in place, diggin’ myself in a rut
I think it’s time to get out, jump up. yeah
You’re nothing but a dog of the state
Day in, day out, a slave
Come with me and get a taste of life
We’ll set fire and burn the sky
I’m so sick of this fucking routine
Can’t see what’s going on behind the smokescreen
Runnin’ in place, diggin’ myself in a rut
I think it’s time to get out, jump up. yeah
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Mind Trap
02:00
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What is this? I don’t know
Are you ready? I say no
Worse than I thought, kind of stuck
Let everyone go, my mind’s distraught
(Woah-oh)
Fuck it, I’ll come short
(Woah-oh)
Mind trap of some sort
Still not ready? Probably not
Too busy getting drunk and smoking pot
Never enough, I need a lot
Is there a place where time is bought?
(Woah-oh)
Fuck it, I’ll come short
(Woah-oh)
Mind trap of some sort
Here’s the question: Is it fate?
Or is our future something we create
Just press snooze and go back to sleep
Hope my responsibilities forget me
(Woah-oh)
Fuck it, I’ll come short
(Woah-oh)
Mind trap of some sort
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Panic Attack!
02:23
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Not quite sure just how I feel
(Is any of this real?)
Trying to fit in, but I just don’t mold
(Every glance just feels so cold)
I feel the walls are closing in
(And I find it hard to breathe)
The whole room starts to spin
(And I fall to my knees)
Feeling out of place, I’ve gotta go
(I’ve gotta get outta here)
What is this feeling? I don’t know
(I’ve gotta get outta here)
I don’t have time for no hello
(I’ve gotta get outta here)
I can feel the terror start to grow
(I’ve got to) get out
My heart is racing, beating fast
(I question just how long I’ll last)
This crowded room feels like my doom
(My time has come too soon)
As the anxiety sets in
(I’m shaking uncontrollably)
The party hasn’t even started to begin
(I’m going crazy!)
Feeling out of place, I’ve gotta go
(I’ve gotta get outta here)
What is this feeling? I don’t know
(I’ve gotta get outta here)
I don’t have time for no hello
(I’ve gotta get outta here)
I can feel the terror start to grow
(I’ve got to) get out
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I don’t need your authority
I don’t need no false security
Never cared for John fucking Kennedy
Media’s staining our purity
Commercialized drugs fucking with our heads
I know we’d be better of dead
Nothing’s better left unsaid
Stop what your children are being fed
God fuck the un-united states
America, the home of the fakes
Citizens with nothing left to take
Fingers up, fuck the USA
I don’t need your publicity
Full of fucked up morals and beliefs
Feelings of animosity
So blind, you can’t see reality
Painting masks on your ugly faces
Take them off and truly face us
Your throats are clogged with lies
Leading this nation to our demise
God fuck the un-united states
America, the home of the fakes
Citizens with nothing left to take
Fingers up, fuck the USA
Fuck the USA
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