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All my friends are mutants, sick and twisted from the outside world
They shift through the sewage, in hopes to find themselves a decent meal
All my friends are cyborgs, plugged in and synced up with the system
Upgrade the outdated, they have no time for your childish games now
It’s just a chemical reaction to the pressures of the outside world
Life ain't about getting choices right, but letting the wrong control or consume you
All my friends are monsters, yeah they’re all a bunch of scary assholes
They keep me up at night, with their horror stories about getting old
It’s just a chemical reaction to the pressures of the outside world
Life ain't about getting choices right, but letting the wrong control or consume you
NyanNyan
People change and it gets strange
It gets weird but it’s okay
You’ll feel let down when all your friends they move so far away
People change and it gets strange
But the world keeps turning anyways
You moved so far away
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Airlock
03:11
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Among the spiraling
Frozen, vial rings
A vibrant viral screen
Pressures Mounting
Our mission fell apart
Among the steadfast stars
That fucker bit my arm
Red Light Waiting
They won’t let me in, for a good reason
One cannot abade
Impending violent fate
If I have to break this fucking...
Air lock, I will
I hear the comm check in
A calmness settling in
A crackling sentence tins
Bruised black, vacant
Klaxon, air's gone, tanks dry, now I’m dead
Vacuums suck more than anything sucks on Earth
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Escape from Proxima-B
02:47
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Mass equals volume by density
Turn that shit up, let’s get heavy
I know you hate that shaky feeling
Our descent is understood
Orbiting a nebulous atmosphere
Blacked out, burned out on reentry
Comm check, Comm check, sensors off scale low
I know you're gone for good
I don't know when to surrender
Lock the doors, but you'll creep through the window
You'll be back but you'll sneak in through the window
I know that you're gone for good
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In The Year 20XX
03:19
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I woke up in a haze, blurry and confused
I've been asleep for days, been a spaceship cruise
I watch the years fly by
I listen to my tendons moan and creak
And if I lost all hope
Well there's no dreams in a cryogenic sleep
It's a human race to outlast decay
Shooting monkeys into space, tryin' to save the day
It looks like the jokes on us
Might as well have ourselves a laugh
After we reach the punchline
Well you can throw me out with the trash
I got away
Been asleep for days
Our fathers' graves stand tall and proud
Erase past mistakes the only way I know how
Radioactive fallout, a warm embrace for the prodigal son's return
If I can't clean up this mess
I'm gonna watch this prison planet burn
Yeah I got away
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Curse Words Washington, D.C.
Guitar/Vocals: Tommy
Guitar/Vocals: Pete
Bass: Aaron
Drums: Craig
Passive aggressive
Punk rock meets death by bar tabs
Presenting Curse Words
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