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Do you ever wonder why nothing ever seems to fall into place? Do you ever wonder if we are really doomed alone to such a petty fate? 'Cause I'm looking around and I'm seeing bridges held up by paper masts. And I'm hearing the sound of ears blocked, eyes closed, hands up positioned so gently in a cast. I'm not crazy—I'm just a bit insane. I'm not naïve—the rules are rigged in this game. The rules are rigged in this game, you're fucking ignorant! And now we’re stepping in time to the beat of the lie, but can’t you see that the music's over? I won't put my hands over my head to pray to something that is dead, to succumb to your empty abyss of hypocrisy. Idealistically in time, I have enough words just to rhyme, so if you're listening take notes and please don't pray for me. Bombs going off while on our bikes; government drones now in the sky. Nothing has changed, but it all seems new now. Stand up and fight just for your rights to be a person of this life, so the young can take the air in.
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A/S/L
02:30
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Something I cannot fathom in my head, I can't figure out what's going on. Twenty, male, I'm looking to cuddle, but I think I could use a handjob.jpg I tip my hat in foreign ways just to get a reaction from you, but then in the second that you disconnect guess: I'm too good for you. "A/S/L?" I hear a knock upon the wooden door, it sends adrenaline right down my spine. "Honey, your father and I are going out and we'll probably be back by nine." A window pops up with a foreign face of a female that's looking okay. She says that I'm looking good myself, but then she tells me that she is gay. On the mind, yeah all the time: age, sex, location. It's on my mind, yeah all the time. Who is the girl behind the screen? Our pathetic mating call is 'a/s/l?'
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Pharaoh
02:50
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I woke up alone today, never knew I was alone. When all the people say: studies show we're meant to grow. Papers dropped into a box, putting in the Pharaoh. A banker checks his stocks, his sheep are in the pen. Don't Listen, just kneel and pray. Ignorant accuse the young, failing to follow a dream. A father scolds his son through the silent muffled screams, while the blood that's spilled runs through the roads. Don't listen, attack on any day. Broken hearts are giving, they never check to stop the bullets in their hands.
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"Hey, what did you say to me?" I never wanted anything but faith. Tele— yeah, across the way. Swing up all these lies just for a day. "Wait, that's not right… you just have a screw loose in your head!" Truth, you run from it, hiding under desks to see the rain. We won't ever buy your shit. You point your finger, you're flipping through a page. Scream like a pig; motivation for breast feeding a slave. Fuck you, you’re a hypocrite sitting on your dripping black estate! Woah, did you ever think a bit? Your mother is crying, but she will have her day.
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Scold
02:53
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"I thought I told you so! You're not allowed that low! Don't roll your eyes at me because I see everything!" Now I'm trapped in a scold… "Don't think you can escape, I've got you in a cage!" With love, have no doubt… "I just can't let you out." Formulate, manipulate! "I don't know why he's got the shame… He picked up lessons for the game… I thought we taught him for the best, so he could figure out the rest…" I have forgiven, but I won't forget the words that you said and ideas you ingrained into our heads. I don't appreciate your judgment of love…
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Thursday
02:43
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I have nothing left to give to you; a disregarding face, an unaccounted youth. We hold a sense of power in our lives to break the binding lock, to open up our eyes. Question authority at every turn, from the 9 to 5, to the bedroom norm. Submit yourself to a better life for the common man to the grains of life. We run in circles but we're pacing slow only deciding what we want to know. Darwin is rolling over in his grave, who will be saved? Decide, walking out on a Thursday night, do you fear your fate? What you feel is right? Fuck that, take the risk and lay it low this is the real world, not an episode. Have you not been shown outside this empty realm of picket-fence lies a dying wish? Have you had no sense to see a fragment in the world we live? Just compare your size: insignificant.
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Gray is Grey
04:55
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"We waste our time thinking of pointless things, laughing hard at the ceiling, but who am I to say what's important or not? I am not sorry for something that I haven't done. Make up your mind. You have nothing to say. You just look away, tracking the flashes of light through the rain. Have you come to a conclusion inside of your head? The voices, they echo and bounce back and forth to the walls that we wrote our names stenciled in gray. I will not take advantage of twisting these words, they're only a simple thought on my mind, so intertwined, waiting for wattage to shine on the day we decide we're not the same; there is no black and white, only gray. Make a change and say we form our regrets all from shame. Does it really matter if it has a name?"
-P.h.d., with plenty of pot
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The world is spinning around the chair you sit in. You sit there and wonder if you’ll make a difference. Stop your bitching now, you know fucking how. Yes, I was in that seat, but I looked for more than just impairment. I understand you were stripped of opportunities to have a sigh, a breath of calm relief, but this is life, you are what you make it. I promise you those bottles won’t take away the pain. Behind your eyes lies a sense of morals, whether given slow, or taken from a book. Can you not forsee a sense of decency outside the realm you call your own? There is no instruction; see a life better than what remains here. You held your values so close, your innocent hopes to be laid down in front of you; to see something new live. Find out what you love, your patience is a virtue. Something has gone wrong, something that we can’t fix. This burden is empty, drowning upon your lips. Don’t break down.
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Self So High
03:35
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So you're sitting around thinking about you have everything figured out, making rational conclusions to the ideas presented in front of you, and in spite of your realizations, you decide to pass on the knowledge only to be shunned in a blatant display of ignorance and prejudice outside a restricted realm of thinking, so you turn around and walk away only to hear the sound (just don't look down). Because you think yourself so high; because majority is right; brace yourself, buckle down hard: ignorance is not a choice. Sitting down, you're listening, you know that everything you've heard is fitting perfectly inside the cliché that is set in place. Do you think this is just an act, to sit where I have spat? I'm hearing the sound and trying my best to look away (just don't look down). I only wanted to breathe. I only ever wanted to be part of something that I could see. You hold me back and let me down, so just get the fuck out of my face, cunt.
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Rothschildren Cleveland, Ohio
4 piece from Cleveland, Ohio. Formed in January of 2013.
Guitar/Vocals- Adam
Grimm
Bass/Backing Vocals- Joe Seelbach
Drums-Bobby Turnick
Guitar- John Ponchack
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