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Bad Vibes
03:14
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Sixth sense is telling me
That the world’s not what it seems
Saccharine serenity
Selling sitcom fantasies
Force a smile
Fake control
Traumatized
To the bone
Let the bad vibes roll
Cuz you know they’re coming
Let the good times go
Cuz you know they’re gonna
It’s a world wide woe
What’s the use in running?
Let the good times go
Let the bad vibes roll
Let the bad vibes roll
There’s nowhere to go
Let the bad vibes roll
There’s nowhere to go
Bad vibes
Soap opera lullaby
Generation video
God’s gone and I don’t mind
Microwave
My meals cold
Clock rewinds
Patience slows
Exorcize
Undergrowth
Let the bad vibes roll
There’s nowhere to go
Let the bad vibes roll
There’s nowhere to go
Bad vibes
Let the bad vibes roll
Cuz you know they’re coming
Let the good times go
Cuz you know they’re gonna
It’s a world wide woe
What’s the use in running?
Let the good times go
Let the bad vibes roll
Let the bad vibes roll
There’s nowhere to go
Let the bad vibes roll
There’s nowhere to go
Bad vibes
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2. |
Into the Void
03:30
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Racing into ruin
Racing onto our demise
The devil’s only human
Hell is only in our minds
We transmit on all frequencies
Talk show panic
Gossip queens
Racing into ruin
Racing into our demise
Staring into the void
All the girls and the boys
The illusion of choice
No salvation for the damned
Stuck on automatic
Reason always overrun
Our politicians panic
Preachers only speak in tongues
Now we’ve lost our remote control
News feed bleeds emotional
Stuck on automatic
Reason always overrun
Staring into the void
All the girls and the boys
The illusion of choice
No salvation for the damned
The void provides
The void unites
The void decides
The void is life
Staring into the void
All the girls and the boys
The illusion of choice
No salvation for the damned
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3. |
Self Inflicted
03:27
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I slice the throat
Of everything I adore
Everything I adore
I cry for war
And throw myself on the sword
Throw myself on the sword
No need for scorn
Nor plague or storm
I see the source
My pain my woe
I do it to myself
I do it to myself
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
I salt the soil
And wonder why nothing grows
Wonder why nothing grows
My heart has spoiled
I’m rotten right to the core
Rotten right to the core
No need for war
(It's all your fault)
Nor plague or storm
(You cannot stop)
I see the source
(Self sabotage)
My pain my woe
I do it to myself
I do it to myself
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
I tie the noose
From which I sway
Snuff out the light
That lights the way
I break the bones
That brace my weight
Why do I choose
This path of pain?
For petty pride
And sympathy?
It’s time to kill
This side of me
For myself
For myself
For myself
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
In the shadows I hide
Where the devils reside
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