1. |
Doomsday Intro
02:23
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Pockets rich and spirits poor.
No sweat, always on the cool.
Every new year is 1984.
No sweat, always on the cool.
Pussy grabbing native lands,
fuck them into sand.
No sweat, always on the cool.
Playing different games with
the same losing hand.
No sweat, always on the cool.
When the ship is going down,
sing this tune while you drown.
Always on the cool
No alarm clock, walking with
sleepers. Cannonball into hell,
with the reaper.
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2. |
Burn Rate
03:10
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Burn rate
Firewalking in the sunshine,
pool party at the Igloo.
Stab wild at the ozone,
swiping right in the fumes.
Burn rate, black hole on loan.
Burn rate, we've been foreclosed.
Cosign at the burn rate.
Burn rate
Frowning earth on the wire,
hang up, I'm too tired.
No exceptions, one rule,
burn us with the fuel.
Burn rate, black hole on loan.
Burn rate, we've been foreclosed.
Go broke at the burn rate.
Burn rate.
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3. |
Voyeur
02:42
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Glass eyes, tin spies.
Prism shackles, black
out the lines.
Watch from the back
Watch from the side
Watch from below
Watch from the sky
Voyeur
Fed hack, Blackhat,
No blue code, down
this silk road.
Watch from the back
Watch from the side
Watch from below
Watch from the sky
Voyeur
Watch my back
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4. |
S.O.N.Y.
02:03
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This is New York, choked up
on smog. Taxes on our head,
force fit cog.
This is New York, steal what
we can. Law on our back,
one big pig pen.
Streets
Drowning in a cess pool. Nothing
but maggots in this apple.
Streets
This is New York, all bets are off.
Two towers fall, loose change is
lost. Concrete jungle, one big cell.
Cold iron bars, a frozen hell.
Let me out. Get me out.
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5. |
Shadow Interlude
01:07
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(instrumental)
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6. |
The Phantoms
02:48
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The Phantoms
No eternal damnation, no
eternal flame. Just ignorant
dogma, exaggerated claims.
No answers to your questions;
only folklore speaks. Void
of thought while the
phantoms preach.
The Phantoms
No critical thinking, your beliefs
hold none. Hear the whispers of
phantoms, as they speak in ancient
tongues. No room for logic,
wrong interpretations.
What's the reason for faith?
Cause I've found none
What higher power has proved itself?
Not one.
No thing here but us, alone
on a mote of cosmic dust.
Nothing. No thing.
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7. |
Arabian Knights
02:54
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