1. |
Overfed
03:38
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(Based on the 1972 poem "Inflation" by Nicanor Parra)
Bread goes up
So bread goes up
Rents go up
So rents go up
There's no way out
Clothing costs
Go up again
Cages packed
Feeders packed
There's no way out
Inside there's food
Not much but food
In my cage
Not much but food
(Outside are only great stretches of freedom)
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2. |
Permanent Damage
03:34
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I'm working with no progression
Fighting procrastination
A walking abomination
The masses contamination
Perpetual adaptation
Healing my constipation
A constant interrogation
The state's infiltration
Building my foundation
Down for your integration
Controlling the narration
Served by the congregation
I'm working with no progression
Fighting procrastination
A walking abomination
Stop
The masses contamination
Perpetual adaptation
Itches and irritation
Stop
A constant interrogation
The state's infiltration
Building my foundation
Act
You're down for your integration
Controlling the narration
An endless violation
Act
Breaking the walls
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3. |
Hard To Swallow
05:03
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Makes you feel alive
Makes you live the dream
Makes you paralyze
Makes you live in shit
Makes you spit your gum
Makes you suffocate
Did you realize
When you went insane?
Do you feel alive
When you bring your ways?
When you fill our space
With your happy face?
Do you feel alive
When you're down on your knees?
Praying to be saved
But you are the disease?
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4. |
Die Letzte Weste
03:45
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- I'm losing everything.
- Ich hab die letzte Weste, schwimmt.
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5. |
The Falling Man
04:54
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Contemplating man
always try to find
words that matter
Mom and daddy man
always will pretend
that it doesn't matter
Working for the man
lying to your dad
feeling broken?
What's the point of that
contemplating man
have things unspoken?
Contemplating man
always try to find
words that matter
Mom and daddy man
always will depend
till it doesn't matter
Working for the man
doing what you can
feeling anger?
There's no point in that
contemplating man
what's coming after?
Always there's something make me feel like a stain
Always had that stain
Always like a stain
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6. |
Degraded
03:50
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7. |
The Things We Were
03:47
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Your mothers
Your fathers
Your sons
Your daughters
Your dogs
Your jobs
Your hopes
Your grandparents
They consent
The things we were
we are no more
From head to toes
no head no toes
My mother
My father
My job
My genes
My health
My health
I consent
From head to toes
no head no toes
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