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March of '17
02:00
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There’s so much division,
Turn off your television now.
A whole generation,
Living in trepidation now.
Small part of a battle we may never win.
Marching on, oh no, we will not give in.
Drop your Paralogism,
Unite, and end the schism brawl!
Their machinations disarrange,
‘Til one by one they fall!
What part of “no” do you not understand?
Marching on, this time, we’re making our last stand.
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Accretion
02:04
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Clouds of dust in an empty vacuum.
You and I stick together like glue,
We’ll set sail in the solar wind,
Then we’ll gain mass and start to spin.
There’s nothing here that can stop us now,
The gravity has weighed us down.
As we orbit around the sun,
The grand path has just begun.
The epochs come and go, ‘til we transform.
The ice and water flow, and clouds begin to storm.
Then life begins to grow, we are but newborn.
We’ve lapped one helio,
Now here go again.
Clouds of dust in an empty vacuum.
You and I stick together like glue,
We’ll set sail in the solar wind,
We’ll gain mass and start to spin.
Take orbit around the sun,
The impact is never done.
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Thoughts of anger,
An unquenched thirst for danger coming on.
It takes it all to hold it in.
Heart is racing,
A whole lifetime of chasing the paragon.
Can’t escape it.
Who would ever have known?
(The plot would thicken up ahead!)
We'll never make it, never going home.
Nowhere to go…
(When everything you know is dead!)
Won’t someone help, please? Anybody!
Cleaning house,
And trying to keep from bouncing off the walls.
On the outside looking in.
The reoccurring onslaught of demurring,
It’s never done,
It’s never ending...
Who would ever have known?
(The plot would thicken up ahead!)
No chance to make it, never going home.
Nowhere to go…
(When everyone you know is dead!)
Won’t someone help me? Anybody!
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Metes & Bounds
02:41
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The shifting sands which hide out fates in them,
They roll in waves just like the sea,
And those who've tried to map them out have gone
mad in their attempt...
‘Cause when your back is turned they’re changing.
So navigate the maze.
I can ill afford the dread,
Doesn’t matter what was said,
I’m holding up my end, so…
Adjust your datum, calibrate your guns,
Cut line and traverse ‘til you see,
And when the sum of our hearts reps the larger of the pair,
The point where you return is the beginning.
It’s pumping through my veins,
Running circles in my head,
With every monument you set you’re gaining.
So navigate the maze.
I can ill afford the dread,
Doesn’t matter what was said,
I’m holding up my end.
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Resistance Redux
02:28
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That government is best which governs none at all.
You, me, the system, so bent. We will fall.
Resistance to civil government.
Resistance to civil government.
Use the government against the people,
Rebellion and Revolt!
Vote for me is what they say,
They won’t fix things anyway.
It doesn’t keep the country free,
Can’t you fuckin’ see?
Politicians just abuse their power,
This country keeps going downward.
Resistance to civil government.
Resistance to civil government.
Use the government against the people,
Rebellion and Revolt!
The gilded houses where they lay,
Don’t care about us anyway.
It’s all coming back, back home.
Use the government against the people,
Rebellion and Revolt!
Trust in me is what they say,
They won’t fix things anyway.
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