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D4BHC
02:34
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I can’t fit in the mold you force upon me. Cracks in your foundation, through which I can see. Herd me into something I don’t fit, show me how to emulate your power trip. March us down your concrete halls
spread your ideals within these four walls. Spit us out, like an assembly line. Don’t analyze our heads, cause we’re doing fine. Take the individual, throw them away. Learn our ideals, listen to what we say, take what i love, turn it against me. A clog in the machine is what I'll be. Trap my body, you can't trap my mind. Keep the average locked up, let the brightest shine. Just another number in your game.
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Excuse
02:41
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What the hell kind of world am i living in? Answer for your mistakes with that shit eating grin. What kind of excuse is you dont live twice? Too fucking stupid to take your own advice. Impact this world, while you have a chance. Live for something, fucking take a stance. Only living once aint a reason to waste. Learn what you can, we’ll put you in your place. Conform in every aspect of the word on the societal norms you purge. Living the dream they presented you with, just one stop on their power trip. Don’t follow the example society sets. Against the flow, the more idiotic it gets. A person is smart, people are dumb. One person makes a difference, society is numb. Too busy writing excuses. Make the problem worse, don’t defuse it. Depend on me, weigh my shoulders down. Take all I have, put me in the ground.
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Downfall
01:51
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Bearing witness to the downfall. This wave of waste, it consumes us all. Too smart to meet such a simple end. Threw it all away, and we will descend into this second rate kind of existence, no longer watch from a distance. Given all we would ever need, but we swept it under the rug of greed. Sweep me under, sweep me under the rug. I’ve heard it all before
excuses, behind closed doors. We’re all part of the problem every single person is why we’ve fallen down. Some at less fault then others. At the end, we all contribute causes. Got good seats to watch the worlds demise, welcome to the hypocritical life.
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In Death
02:49
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It's a sad thing to see you wasting away. Learned all your lessons, nothing left to say. Shackled to the earth, can’t do nothing but wait. Can’t bribe the reaper, and elude your fate. A meaning of life, you can no longer affirm. You only live to feed the worms. Bide your time, wish there was something more. A lifetime or living for what others live for. In life, we alway get to choose, in death we can’t do nothing but loose. Seeing things in different light, the flame of life, burning half as bright. So optimistic, about there being something more, a heavenly place, waves crashing ashore. And it kills me to have to tell you there’s not, you get it six feet of dirt, and a fucking pine box. Makes us feel better to think there’s something more
than a deep hole with a dirt floor. And I hope I'm wrong when I say that there is not, but I think all we do, is burn or rot.
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Free To Think Bangor, Maine
Grindle - Vocals
Drew - Drums
Cody - Guitar
Tyler - Bass
The Bangor Hardcore.
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