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The Infection
02:00
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Our time is coming, better buckle up. Our time is coming, better run. You had your chance to eat that junk food, baby. You had your chance to have some fun. But when the runoff of your pleasure congeals miles off the coast. Deep down with Davy Jones' treasure. Possessed with Darwin's fucking ghost. That rumble ain't tectonic shifting. That echo ain't no morning bird. Erupting gas lines for the lucky, a flooded city for the poor. We're the infection. Gotta flush us out can't take no more. The world is healing, and it's the pus come bubblin' in the sore. It's 50 meters when it raises. A mile wide when it crashes. A township melted by the mucus. The flesh is burned with just a splash. But when the fighter jets are scrambled, the payload 7 megatons. The detonation right on target fuels it like Kal-El's yellow sun. We're the infection. Gotta flush us out can't take no more. The world is healin' and it's the pus come bubblin' in the sore. We had our chance to prevent it, but big business got in the way. So keep that heed in the back of your fuckin' brain when it's staring down at your face. Our time is coming, better buckle up. Our time is coming, better run. You had your chance to eat that junk food, baby. You had your chance to have some fun.
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Auditory Boom
02:26
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Hangin' out on the solo tip tonight. Love is dead, and the squares are bundled up in bed so tight. I can't live in this tiny cube no more. If I stay another minute gonna lose it, slam my head through a fucking door. If I get a chance to stop the static spinnin' in my brain, gonna take it like a mayor's bribe for market rate. Crack a tall can, light a smoke, and lubricate the room. Shut the lights off. Brace for impact of that auditory boom. Condensation on my skin, and the voices of self-doubt are loud within. Seems like this evening is toast. If a stay another minute, gotta hit it, gliding silent like a ghost. If I get a chance to stop the static spinnin' in my brain, gonna take it like a mayor's bribe for market fuckin' rate. Blast a bullet in my ear. Take away this fear of judging eyes that may or may not be there. Isolated, can't confide. Sonic suicide can erode the sediment caked on my skull for thirty years.
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Razors & Patches
01:46
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They're stripping soul and paint all up and down around this Town. I'm getting fucking tired of seein' it. Invaded closing in, more razors, patches by the day. My hope is fading like the sun in purple-golden skies. But I found a place, a place where we can go. All niter coffee shops and never ending shows. So safe, craft cocktails and no homeless folks in sight. It's anywhere but here, so get on your bikes and ride. Oh that's so cute, your site serves kids of underprivileged homes when you're the cause of their displacement. Just saunter through our streets atop your horse paraded high. It's time your punk-ass paid the tax. But I found a place, a place where we can go. All niter coffee shops and never ending shows. So safe, craft cocktails and no homeless folks in sight. It's anywhere but here, so get on your bikes and ride. We're stuck across this growing gap. Plummeting into the outer layers. Our family home's been disemboweled to make way for the beige and bore. But I found a place, a place where you can go. All niter coffee shops and never ending shows. So safe, craft cocktails and no homeless folks in sight. It's anywhere but here, so get on your bikes and ride.
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Gimme Whatchu Got
00:53
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I'd never say just what I think. Don't wanna come off forward or rude. It's just your vibe, your piercing eyes. You kill me with that spicy attitude. We cuddle close. A fire's host to passion unlocked just with the right key. Why people care what's up down there? Fuck 'em all tonight's about you and me. So gimme whatchu got. I'm tied up. You hover over my body as I scream for more. You got it. I want it. I'm so excited for what you got in store. Gimme whatchu got. I don't mind, you're so kind. I only struggle just to hear the cuffs click. Now pin me, and let me see and experience life through a kiss.
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Feel Our Defense
02:38
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How fucking dare you, you burlap sack of dicks. Left a little present in your cave. It's a disk drive full of shit. What decade do you think this is? Your mamma didn't raise her kid to be a sexist piece of trash trolling 'round like you. Your motivation's just so damn transparent. You think blue blood flows through your veins. Your little tantrums hold no fucking merit, so drop that gun and try to talk shit to my face. You fucking coward. Those are nice idle threats. Didn't think some equality would make you so upset. Not sorry you can't get a date. How unattractive is your hate? Yeah, don't they wish they sold a pill to enhance your charm? Your motivation's just so damn transparent. You think blue blood flows through your veins. Your little tantrums hold no fucking merit, so drop that gun and try to talk shit to my face. But how can you not be a stand up human being when so much info is displayed on that screen? It's hard to blame us seeing so much disrespect. Feel our defense. Your motivation's just so damn transparent. You think blue blood flows through your veins. Your little tantrums hold no fucking merit, so drop that gun and try to talk shit to my face.
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Phoney
01:13
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Repeat request so many times my tongue is tied in knots. Look at the world instead of that pointless program that you bought. Phoney, phone back home. You're bumpin' into people. Won't say sorry right and left. You're gonna end up with some rebar poking out your chest. Phoney, phone back home. I take the time to look up at my scribblings on the page to see the phoneys look at me, disgust all on their face. Phoney, phone back home.
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The Devil's Pope
01:26
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Under attack. It's time again, fight back. Seems like beliefs are winning out instead of cold hard facts. They'll try to knock us down, but fucking stand your ground. Fists up so proud. Our voices loud collective in our sound. History repeats. I know it's lookin' bleak, but with resolve we're gonna solve this in the fucking streets. No, not only there because they don't fight fair. We'll educate against their hate, internalizing care. Yeah, don't lose sight. We're using love as might. Channel darkness into light. Don't abandon hope. Fight the devil's pope.
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Just Busted Oakland, California
Jessica: Bass
Liz: Guitar
Moses: Drums
Spensaur: Vox/Guitar
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