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Slanted Point of View
04:39
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Left or right, not much room for sway.
Black or white, without a shade of gray.
Your TV puts the contrast on parade.
A country unglued,
the big picture askew,
slightly off and far from the truth.
Your convictions led astray
With the message they convey.
With their slanted point of view.
With their slanted point of view.
Do's and Don't's, you're taught what's not allowed.
Raise a flag and make your neighbors proud.
Just be sure to fit in with the crowd,
or choose to repel
and think for yourself.
There's a strength in the cracks of a shell.
Your convictions led astray
Packaged and pre-made
With their slanted point of view.
With their slanted point of view.
Your convictions led astray
Plastered on display...
Your convictions led astray
With the message they convey
With their slanted point of view.
With their slanted point of view.
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2. |
Buzz Clip
03:14
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Everyone is just standing around
waiting for someone better to show their face.
They'll make a hero out of anyone.
Today's villain was an idol yesterday.
Tired of all this running around, I'm tired of walking.
I get my morals from a magazine
playing off my self-esteem.
On the hunt to catch whatever is cool,
the latest fad has already turned up lame.
Your mom and dad don't understand.
I guess they never ever did anyway.
Tired of all this rhetoric, I'm tired of talking.
I get my morals from a magazine
playing off my self-esteem.
You. Me. What brings us together?
You. Me. What sets us apart?
I get my morals from a magazine
playing off my self-esteem.
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3. |
UFO
04:05
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Playing tic-tac-toe with the lines in the sky,
I breathe in deep with my mask and I wonder why.
UFO, come and take me far from here.
Burnout, burn out of the atmosphere.
I'll keep a pair of binoculars in tow
and say goodbye to the empty world below.
UFO, come and take me far from here.
Burnout, burn out of the atmosphere.
Take me away
I'll navigate to wherever is unknown.
Beam me up from this ball of clay.
There's nothing left for me here anyway.
Divide the sum of all my fallen tears
and multiply the distance in light years.
UFO, come and take me far from here.
Burnout, burn out of the atmosphere.
Take me away
I'll navigate to wherever is unknown.
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4. |
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Change happens naturally,
no need to push the point this time.
You took the world on bended knee
You said our hope would outshine, but we're left behind
You meant a lot, you meant a lot
You meant a lot to me, a lot to me yeah
You meant a lot, you meant a lot
You meant a lot to me, a lot to me yeah
Well I guess it's the way
it feels to get played...
I must have missed the message when
all your promises were lies
but now that it's crashing down,
all you want to do is hide, run and hide
You meant a lot, you meant a lot
You meant a lot to me, a lot to me yeah
You meant a lot, it meant a lot
It meant a lot to me but it's plain to see
That I guess it's the way
it feels to get played,
because nobody is safe
and you- you know...you know...
What did you give, what did you give up
when they somehow cut you down to size?
Yeah, what did you give, what did you give up
when they made you compromise?
Well I guess it's the way
it feels to get played,
because nobody is safe
and you- you know...you know....
you know...you know...
You know....
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5. |
Little Pain
04:15
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Your reckless heart you throw at anyone-
I, I guess it's hard to go back where you're from.
Go, go and make an excuse for why you're still alone
but no, no don't deny
that only a fool would allow the unknown
to grab complete control.
Your ticking clock-
Waste the day in your room.
There's a whole world past the walls
waiting for you.
Go, go and make an excuse for why you're still here
but no, no don't deny
that only a fool would allow the unknown
to grab the wheel and steer.
Why are we afraid of a little pain?
Why are we so scared to get hurt,
when there's so much to gain?
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6. |
Wrong Side Of The Line
04:41
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I've never felt this way before
I keep my eyes fixed on the door
Waiting for our chance to escape this tug of war
and they're pulling on us for more.
This time, I swore we'd get it right -
Put up with it or put up a fight
When there's only two options, you're forced to pick a side.
It's like playing a game of roulette with our minds.
We're fading; placated.
We're wasting away and I hate it.
Every four years, you're made to feel
You've been hanging on the wrong side of the line.
We've been hanging on the wrong side of the line.
It's hard to get through all the noise
When the static they make drowns out your voice.
If you complain that it's all a false sense of choice,
You're written off and labeled paranoid.
We're fading; placated.
We're wasting away and I hate it.
Every four years, you're made to feel
You've been hanging on the wrong side of the line.
We've been hanging on the wrong side of the line.
It doesn't make sense to me
Nobody can intercede
these champions of corporate greed.
And they hide behind their policies.
No, oh no.
We're fading; placated.
We're wasting away and I hate it.
Every four years, you're made to feel
You've been hanging on the wrong side of the line.
We've been hanging on the wrong side of the line.
We've been hanging on the wrong side of the line.
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7. |
At The Bottom
03:27
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First there's the numbness
and it flows through your body like an avalanche
until it hollows out your soul
and even at a glance, you don't know who you are anymore
and it's the first time you've felt whole.
"Where have you been all this time",
you're thinking to yourself as you hold your breath.
"Where is everybody else?"
Hoping that it will get better with a little bit of time,
You're holding onto dear life
and you're out of your mind
At the bottom. At the bottom.
Would you do what you can do to try and get ahead?
At the bottom. At the bottom.
High times with the lowlifes, footloose with the folks
at the bottom. At the bottom.
Is there something I've been missing?
With the silence
and it echoes in your ears.
The seclusion.
Is it any wonder the years have been tough on you?
Where the rubber meets the road
Where the tears are too real.
There's nowhere left to go but the bottom.
Down at the bottom.
Would you do what you can do to try and get ahead?
At the bottom. At the bottom.
High times with the lowlifes, footloose with the folks
at the bottom. At the bottom.
There's losers and winners, holy rollers and sinners alike.
Is there something else?
Did I lose myself too long ago?
and I can't seem to get it right, with who I am.
Down at the bottom. Down at the bottom.
Would you do what you can do to try and get ahead?
At the bottom. At the bottom.
High times with the lowlifes, footloose with the folks
at the bottom. At the bottom.
There's losers and winners, holy rollers and sinners alike.
We are alike.
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Stall Speed Westville, New Jersey
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