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This is a message from the last generations
To anyone who might be left
I’m sorry
We were too slow to stop
What others had started
Our greed outpaced our intelligence
When the time came to turn the tide
All we did was turn a blind eye
Now we are drowning
Or being burned alive
Wandering in wastelands
Of our own design
This place was once
beautiful, strange, and teeming with life
We destroyed it
For the sake of a bottom line
What could I say
To replace what we are losing?
I’m sorry seems inadequate
For the damage we are doing
Just know that our death was slow
Like a sunset
And as long as a nuclear winter
If there is an afterlife
I hope we all get what we deserve
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Nothing good can grow
From soil soaked in blood
In the Land of Broken Promises
The Trail of Tears has started to flood
I wanted to write something
That cured my future of all doubt.
But a plea for an apology
And a cry for help were all that came out
Let my flesh feed the worms
Let my bones turn to dust
Let the earth take me back
Let your tears turn to mud
I can tell you to unionize
Speak out for black lives
I could scream Trans rights
But still it’s still not enough
I could donate all my funds
I could go back to where my ancestors came from
I could write another useless song
But it’ll never be enough
Systematic problems
Require collective solutions
Worship no individual
That offers you absolution
I am useless
I serve no purpose
In 10,000 years
Will anyone have heard this?
What can I do?
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I'm ashamed of who I was
I'm scared of getting old
Want to try something new
Different than I was before
I'm not scared of death
I'm scared of missing out
Is it wrong of me
To want to hang around
Sometimes I wish I could go back
3am at Blueroof
Chili cheese fries and cigarettes
Hot 97 blast
All out fist fights
But Blueroof burned down
You can't smoke indoors anyhow
The radio never plays summertime
And all those kids swinging fist
Are long gone by now.
You can't go back to the past
You can only take it with you
I want to go back to grandma's house
Before I knew her politics
Go back to Andrew's basement
Between futile church services
Playing Mario Party
With blistered palms
Felt like we'd been crucified
By the time I went home
But that's all gone now
I wish I could hear my favorite song for the first time
I wish I could see my favorite movies with a set of fresh eyes
I wish I could fall in love again
In a way that felt like it could change the world
But those days are past
And its probably for the best
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You can be anything you want
You can't be everywhere at once
Your stomach is tied up in knots
I hear that shit packs quite a punch
Can't believe I've wasted all this time
Work myself to death for a lousy dime
I guess it must be some kind of sign
I'm losing my mind
These are the dog days of my best years
The all time high of my misery career
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We All Gotta Go Sometime
03:20
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You can die in the fields
You can die in a factory
You can die in a war
You can die in the streets with me
You can die in the gutter
You can die quite happily
You can die screaming
I want to die quietly
Everyone leaves
Everyone dies
This is all there is
So enjoy your time
You can die for yourself
You can die for a cause
You can die in silence
Looking for applause
You can die in the morning
Surrounded by your friends
You can die all alone
Without making amends
I want to live
The older I get
The tighter my grip
The more life slips
But I'm gonna stick around
As long as I can
The only choice you have
Is what you leave behind
A collection of stories
In someone else's mind
This rock was left a wreck
By those dead and gone
So when you leave us
What will you pass on?
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Nothing turns out the way you want it to.
Just because you have dreams,
Doesn't mean they're coming true.
Absolute powerlessness
Disillusions absolutely
Oh America, what have you done to me?
I am free to do as I please
I am free whatever that means
I am free, terrifyingly
I am free. I am free. I am free.
I'm an Edward Hopper canvas
A Tom Waits line
Sitting in a diner,
In the middle of the night.
I'm not alone
I'm just lonely
Oh America, what have you done to me?
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AEIOU
06:55
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Agitate. Educate. Inoculate.
Organize. Unionize.
An injury to one is an
Injury to all
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Selfish and Stupid
03:21
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Squad car pulls up
His blood runs cold
White man in blue
Tells him to do as he's told
He's on his knees
The sirens run on
His hands are up
But the pigs gun is already drawn
If we want a better world,
We got to strive.
You gotta right to be pissed
But we gotta get organized.
So let's forget looting tvs
And burning down shops
I know the way to the station
Take the fight to the cops
But I understand the anger
So go ahead and attack
Scare all the people
Who make it a crime to be black
A chance for peaceful protest ended
When they put kids in coffins
The only language this system understands
Is violence and profit
So if you can't buy it
You'll have to kill
Just ask the natives
If they can crush you, they will
There is no choice
There is no escape
You will be destroyed
If you don't participate
Say what you mean
And mean what you say
I'm too old for games
Too tired to play
Mean what you say
And say what you mean
I'm too young to know what I know
To have seen what I've seen
If this is the best we can do
We deserve what we get
If it can't be outright ignored
We conveniently forget
That this world was built
On genocide, conquest and slavery
All for the benefit of
Rich fucks who look like me
We built their world
Let's build one for us
By whatever means necessary
With speeches or with blood
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If there is anyone
Who can forgive me of my sins
It is only those
I might have sinned against
Even if I somehow had the chance
I would go back and do it all again
I don’t need another boss
Or an imaginary friend
I don’t need an ancient set of rules
To be a good person
If god is real
He’ll have to answer to me
For the millennia filled
With human suffering
I don’t need a creator
Who refuses to set me free
I was not created
To live my life on a bended knee
So if someone’s up there
I dare them to show their face
And answer for their crimes
Against the human race
If there is a god
He is a coward
God is dead
Who cares? Who cares?
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History History Ypsilanti, Michigan
An accidental band of quiet noise, silver screen sounds, and left wing propaganda.
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