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Viewing (Pt. 2)
00:43
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Paragons of Virtue
01:50
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We’re open-minded but shortsided
We expect what we want
We all try to act surprised
When it all falls apart (that’s no surprise)
We’re resolute but still confused
We’re counting the cards
We’re itemized / prioritized
By how far we can fall
While we compare ourselves to the grandeur of statues
We’re lost within ourselves as we play to lose
While we compare ourselves to paragons of virtue
We’re lost within ourselves as we play to lose
I’m crossing my name off
I’m turning around
I’m disconnected
But glory bound
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3. |
Charlatan Fuck
01:31
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A nation bows to the altar of trash
A fools golden god that needs to be smashed
Lips always pursed spewing rhetoric
In the simplest of terms so the simple gets tricked
And it makes me fucking sick
A nation drinks from the stream of shit
Proudly they cheer as they fall for it
A con artist dictator that loves a slogan
America - from damaged to broken
You charlatan fuck
No way to defend
You charlatan fuck
We’ll celebrate your end
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Trending
01:29
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Headlines shift from murder to pop culture
I can’t make sense of it
Headlines shift from massacre to laughter
I can’t make sense of it
Headlines shift from despair to just hot air
I can’t make sense of it
This world is series of autopsy photos
Examine and look not look away
They’re placed in front of our faces
Every morning of every day
Everything gets weaponized
Everything is greed
Empty vessels for the bigger picture
Blurred lines come off the screen
Your protest song is lacking hooks
So here’s some shit, repeat:
As our rights are ripped away
How does it feel to be free?
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Another hour in slow motion
I’m treading dirty water
Dragged down the pacific ocean in a shudder
Another minute in rewind
I visit lonely ghosts
Exhumed by what I find
Pacing back and forth
Another second in distress
I’m making nothing clearer
Every move I just regress and reflect in broken mirrors
Throw me overboard so I can drown
Anything to get a break from this sound
Another week in disbelief
Another week off course
At our best when we’re asleep
I’ve felt this once before
Another day in disarray
Always set to fail
Depression is so passé when it’s not for sale
I can’t relate to anything
I can’t relate to you
I can’t relate to what’s tolerable
So I’ll see myself on through
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Hellevangelist
01:47
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Take the stage
They’re waiting
A false prophet for profit
An opportunist for glory
With the promise of hell from a weaponized story
With their Sunday best
Tell them they’re saved
Take ten percent from their annual wage
Use their grief
Use their shame
Use their struggles
Use their pain
You can sell salvation
You can sell it cheap
Make seven figures when you prey on sheep
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Ends (Pt. 3)
02:40
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What brings me back
What brought me here
The cycle unbroken
I reappear
What brings me down
What found me here
A snake eats its tail
So cavalier
What holds me back
What keeps me here
The uncertainty
To disappear
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Hesitation Wounds Los Angeles, California
Hesitation Wounds is a hardcore punk band featuring Jeremy Bolm of Touche Amore, Stephen LaCour (ex-Trap Them), Neeraj Kane (The Hope Conspiracy), and Thomas Cantwell (Gouge Away, Axis).
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