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Roadkill
01:59
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The first time I saw you I never thought it'd be like this
You were so still and cold
You had no chance against what was coming next
Now you are a ghost to the pavement
Expand
Collapse
Decay into nothing more than the past
Flies and their infant maggots eat you away
Till nothing but bone and hair remains
Still see the blood stained pavement as I drive away
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2. |
Hey, It's Just Business
03:53
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Wish we knew then what we know now
Then maybe we wouldn't have burned
Through all the oil
Cut down the trees
Poisoned the soil
Killed everything
'Cause this lifestyle is mass produced
A plastic smile shrink wrapped for you
And it was made very far away
By young small hands
Earning cents a day
And toxic waste
It runs down stream
But you don't care about
The things that you cannot see
It's powered by our aching feet
The price of convenience will be our defeat
Where is your God now
Your holy machine
Big business never cared about you or me
Extinction is permanent and plastic never leaves
We've dug ourselves in deep
When the top soil's gone
And we've caught all the fish at sea
They'll remember that
You can't eat your money
But hey, it's just business, isn't it
And I hope that they are proud of what we've become
Look at what they've done
I can wash the oil clean from my hands but still taste exhaust in my lungs
I too burn gasoline
I am no better than anyone
But life's bought and sold with a copy write stamp on it
While we debate my rights to my own uterus
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3. |
Hot Water
04:22
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There's a body deep in the well
Raise the water up
From hell
You can taste the poison
You can taste the stench
You can taste the sickness of our environment
So light those fires under your sick
Wash your hands, your hair, your face, your feet
Bath in the gasoline
Look at the fish swimming up stream
Covered in plastic
Born in the stink
You can watch and think
Look at the birds
The fowl of the air
Watch them return back to the earth
Return to soil
What kind of child kills it's mother
One with an insatiable hunger
The human being
What kind of beast are we
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4. |
Hindsight
02:26
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I told myself
I wouldn't write about you again
So there you stayed
Festering inside my chest
An infection
I need to purge you out of me
Forget we ever met
I need to purge you out of me
Burn you from my head
I want a spotless mind
One that you never touched
Forget all that was and what it had become
I want a spotless mind
I let hindsight burn away
The soft veil of nostalgia
I let hindsight burn away
The hard shell of a soldier
I wish I could unsee you and
The way you seared my skin
I wish I would unsee
Burn you from my head
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5. |
Times New Roman
05:35
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They’ve domesticated us they’ve turned us into sheep
We’re all hypnotized, walking in our sleep
Distracted by media and a market of commodities
We’re just resources, units for their economy
And they want technology that’ll make us obsolete
I mean why pay for workers when you can automate machines
yeah we’re being ruled by other human beings
who seem to have forgotten what that means
we’re hamsters on a wheel we’re a human farm
And they’ve worked us to the bone we’re all weathered and worn
In this new age religion with caste systems and feudal lords
Convincing us life’s a dream while we operate their stores
Cause it’s social control, recirculation of wealth
It’s a power dynamic we’re all stuck in a cell
Whether it’s iron bars or a cubicle
We’ve all gotten used to it, it’s business as usual
Are the workers are just as guilty as the bourgeoisie
Cause we’re doing the killing, we’re building death machines
We’re on the front lines for the army and marines
And we’re the cops patrolling every city street
we are the market we are the industry
And it’s our trash collecting into plastic islands in the sea
We’re destroying ourselves and this planet collectively
and I don’t know who to blame but neoliberal policy
Cause the wealth divide is getting greater in this nation
And it’s not gonna stop until we reach starvation
But don’t you worry no don’t lose your patience
It’ll all trickle down once they get off their vacations
It’s in the air you breathe and it’s also in the water
It’s something you can’t see, you were lied to by your fathers
And it’s not the soylent green
Or the chemtrails that they’re streaking
It’s a poison that comes from you its a poison that comes from me
Can you hear the children scream
It’s the sound of freedom ringing
we’re birthed from generations of violence and disease
we pardoned the scientists from the nazi regime
Who’ve been studying us for over a century
Learning new ways to change how we think
And the observer effect is not a joke
Why do you think they’ve built satellites to circle the globe
mice behave in different ways when they’re watched I’ve been told
And the NSA has eyes around the world
They say after the revolution kill the revolutionary
Cause we’re just as afflicted by our poisonous society
And we’ll tear down the state build a new one in its place
That’ll feed off the labor of the human race
Bow down
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6. |
Boxes
04:29
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He said girls don’t mean what they say
He said call me anytime but has not picked up in 3 days
and I’d like to think I can take a hint
so I’ll take your silence for what it is
She asks if I’ve done this before
I said a few times, she says I could use a couple more
That my nervous hands read inexperience
That she’ll show me love with an iron fist
So sure, I’ve got something to prove
but I don’t know if it’s to me or you
Validate the boxes that they create around us
I swear it’s a cage
I’ll never be man enough for you
to see me the way that I do
and I’ve been chasing the end of some rainbow
until I stopped and asked if it was real
And I’ll never see myself as more than a boi and you’ll call me your girl
And I’ll bite my tongue and swallow it whole
You said I should be used to being uncomfortable
He said I have no room to complain
If I just tried a little harder to look and act that way
and in the morning when I put on my face
I’m deciding which role I’m gonna play
I’ll cut off my arms and legs to fit inside of boxes
that were never made for me
What is the price to assimilate
So I can sit inside a coffin until I rot away
I will tear myself apart with these two hands
I’m just trying to find my place between opposing ends
Between two opposing ends
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7. |
Stay Sharp
03:40
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He bet all his money away tonight
Was the bluff worth losing your sense of pride
And he's drinking like he wants to die
The usual, whiskey on ice
Come home to the family and the wife
Pent up frustration comes out in the night
But he's not usually like this
No, he's really a nice guy
And we both know that you'll pay the price
If food's not ready when he arrives
You can't help but think that blade in the your hand, oh, it feels so nice
And you try your best to shake these violent thoughts from your mind
(this is the last time)
I don't know if what you did was right
Sometimes it comes down to fight or die
But you can't help but think that power in your hands feels so nice
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8. |
John's Song
04:28
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Well, John says he's gotta go to work
said he saw it on TV
And he got this pearl of wisdom
between the scheduled programming
Well, John says he's got an obligation to his country
said he's gonna go out and join the military
He said, "freedom isn't free"
and something about the statue of liberty
but I think he saw it on TV
Well, John says he's got an obligation to his family
said he's gonna go out and he's gonna get married
He's gotta pass on his daddy's name
because if he didn't, it would be a shame
and we know he wants a son, but I hope his daughter's okay.
And when it's late at night and white suburbia is tucked in tight
John lays awake with a wandering mind
He thinks about his existence
He thinks about Jesus Christ and all of his time
And in the middle of the night,
he hears a voice from the back of his mind
"If you work for a living, why do you work yourself to death?"
Well, John says he's gotta go to work
said he saw it on TV
and he's got an obligation to his economy
He said, "freedom isn't free"
but I think he saw it on TV
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9. |
Skyline Blvd.
04:00
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I took a wrong turn
Ended up on the nice side of town
Found myself lost in a labyrinth of cul-de-sacs and manicured lawns
And I catch myself day dreaming of garden boxes
And all I could grow in them
I'm admiring nice houses
Imagining all that hides within them
Empty rooms that go unused for weeks and months
Collecting dust just because they can
I am craving all I imagine that life to be
A winding driveway leading to a house
Set back in the trees
I am craving all I imagine that life to be
A place I can call my own and maybe some stability
But I remember what that means
But it feels so far out of reach
I'll work for 40 years (at least)
40 hours a week
And if I am lucky retire by 60
I could sit at home with all of my things
Basking in the surplus
And the empty space
You can afford the dentist
Yeah you play tennis
We get it, we get it
I just wanna be a homeowner
There's asbestos in my ceiling
Mold in the drywall
The dishwashers leaking
A random toilet in the backyard
Landlord's going to voicemail
Think that I've had enough
Because I'm paying his mortage
And my rent's going up
I wanna be a homeowner
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10. |
Stuck in the Mud
04:20
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You only want me when I'm small
Small enough to fit inside of your hand
You hold me so tight that I start
Start to take the shape of your grasp
Tightening around me
You convince me it's comforting
The water is boiling
I don't see my skin is scalding
Kicking up dust
Settled deep in my gut
All the things I thought I could swallow down
Stuck in the mud
A corpse of what was
As below so above
Do you see it now
You only love me when I'm small
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11. |
Hindsight
02:26
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I told myself
I wouldn't write about you again
So there you stayed
Festering inside my chest
An infection
I need to purge you out of me
Forget we ever met
I need to purge you out of me
Burn you from my head
I want a spotless mind
One that you never touched
Forget all that was and what it had become
I want a spotless mind
I let hindsight burn away
The soft veil of nostalgia
I let hindsight burn away
The hard shell of a soldier
I wish I could unsee you and
The way you seared my skin
I wish I would unsee
Burn you from my head
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Ludlow Portland, Oregon
Combining elements of grunge, emo, and folk, Ludlow has developed a reputation for delivering heavy hitting breakdowns,
dynamic vocals, and emotive lyrics that explore the struggles of the human experience in the modern age.
After multiple self-produced releases, their first studio album, "The Dissent" continues to deliver a cathartic combination of self reflections and pointed social commentary.
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