1. |
We're Screwed
01:35
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I can't stand breathing
This poison air
Everyone is too distracted
By their screens' glare
Now
What can we do?
When no one ever stands up
No one ever rebels
Just excepts their lies
As the truth
It's always been this way
We never ever listen
Beaten into submission
While making shit decisions
Can't you see we screwed?
We're fucking dying
Giving up on trying
Addicted to a virus
They have us buying
Wow
What can we do?
When no one ever stands up
No one ever rebels
Just excepts their lies
As the truth
It's always been this way
We never ever listen
Beaten to submission
No clear decisions
Can't you see we screwed
Nothing going to save us
...
We did this to ourselves
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2. |
Friend or Foe
01:53
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Beaten Down
Screaming out
No ones around
Somebody help
Bleeding out
Left abandoned
I want to know
Are you a friend or foe
Am I on my own
I want to know
Are you a friend or foe
Am I on my own
Am I on my own
You could of been there
You chose to do nothing at all
Turned everyone against you
Now everything’s my fault
I used to know you
You used to care
Now your done
We are fucking done
I want to know
Are you a friend or foe
Am i on my own
I want to know
Are you a friend or foe
Are you a friend or foe
Are you a friend or foe
Are you a friend or foe
I don’t need anyone
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3. |
Inflatable Mattress
01:06
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Seems all my efforts
Have just went in vain
Waiting for something
Anything to change
So sick of the noise
All I hear is the static
I'm rotting away
I'm starting panic
Loosing my breath
A zillion holes in my chest
Fucking giving it my all
Till theirs no me left
Stuck in this prison
Never to make bail
Watching everything
As it crumbles and fails
I am nothing
I am voiceless
Can't pin point
Where it all went wrong
My own self destruction
Is dragging me along
I want these thoughts to end
Begging for this dead end life
To stop
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4. |
Toxic
01:27
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What do you
What do you
What do you
What do you
Want now?
I'll always be damaged goods
Playing the victims
We're so damn toxic
We lost control
We made our mistakes
We should of let go
You want my blood
You fucking got it
You want my pain
You fucking got it
You want my anger
You fucking got it
Just take it all
I don't want it
I'll always be damaged goods
Playing the victims
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CONSEQUENCES. Montreal, Québec
CONSEQUENCES. is:
Robin - Vocals
Mark - Guitar
Cristian - Bass
Charles - Drums
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