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It'll all be fine
Just follow me and we'll dodge the mines
In open walls confined
Oh it's a self inflicted crime
Fetid treachery in falsified festoon
Ah the misplaced optimism of the doomed
You know it's not so bad
We'll let indulgence drown the sads
Reality nomads
Incinerated at the launch pad
Raw disorder incubating while entombed
In the misplaced optimism of the doomed
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The Commuter
03:34
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We can feel the effort but the goals unclear
We conceal the weapons but still only project fear
Look past the drive cuz
Free minds breed bad thoughts
Protect the hive
For comfort and money we never stop running so really we never get home
We display the ethic but emote disgrace
And recognize the rhetoric which holds us in our place
Stare through the signs cuz
Free souls can't be bought
Believe the lie
When everything's enemy, love is all memory feels like we're never at home
It may seem so foreign it can't be important but honey we're never not home
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Competitive Grief
04:14
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The consequences of overvaluing struggle
Saturate this society
Deifying the downtrodden creates competition in the shittiest of arenas
So when we seek comfort in conversation
We find instead
This destructive one-upsmanship
Your hell or mine
We're all fried
It's innocent but for the fact
We're all trying
And we see them
We see them crave persecution
I watch them raise the same oppressive institution
The same half thought solution
Locked in the same lane
In a battle of significance
Based on perceived oppression Ha!
Your hell or mine
We're all fried
It's innocent but for the fact
We're all trying
And there is no lesson learned
In this obsession with the negative
Embedded in our heads
And the love gets rubbed out with sedative
When they dare attempt to speak through chipped teeth
And breathe some relief
But we've greased the fucking rungs with some competitive grief
Yeah we've greased the fucking rungs with this competitive grief
Your hell or mine
We're all fried
It's relative but for the fact
We're all dying
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Who? Who? Who? The Commuter!
Who? Who? Who? Who?
Find new ways to make time pass
find new ways to maintain
minutes to hours, hours to days
This routine is insane.
If you like wasting time, well I could be your tutor
What I do is commute, they call me the commuter.
If you like wasting time, well I could be your tutor
What I do is commute, they call me the commuter.
Who? Who? Who? The Commuter!
Who? Who? Who? Who?
Question why you do this routine?
Question who is to blame?
carbon footprint, wasted time
The whole thing's quite inane
If you like wasting time, well I could be your tutor
What I do is commute, they call me the commuter.
If you like wasting time, well I could be your tutor
What I do is commute, they call me the commuter.
Who? Who? Who? The Commuter!
Who? Who? Who? Who?
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Always acknowledged, not always seen
The pain of loss can turn so grotesque and obscene.
turn aside your face, It's not a race
or a competition.
There's no award for discord
Not sad, just bored.
You're just bringing the bummer
Oooooh, ooooh! Competitive grief
Oooooh, ooooh! Competitive grief
We cry so must faster now.
Mostly acknowledged, not always known
the tragedy of loss will cut right to the bone.
Stop unloading your tales, side-eye through veils
We're all sad, we get it.
you're grieving wrong, it's the same old song.
Don't be a grief vulture
Oooooh, ooooh! Competitive grief
Oooooh, ooooh! Competitive grief
We cry so must faster now.
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I shine bright just like a jewel
I burn the past for fuel
I keep my heart right out in the open
I lay my soul bare for all to see
I pack light on my way to the airport
I’d like to think you cannot get to me.
I hold my darkness in like a chainsaw
Dark Passenger as the main MC
I clutch that light in my hands like a pickaxe
I guarantee you cannot get to me
You cannot get to me.
The misplaced optimism of the doomed
I shine bright just like a jewel
I burn the past for fuel
I keep my sights dead set on the future
Look for the light, everywhere I see
Not much point in cursing the darkness
I’d like to think you cannot get to me.
Eyes to the sky, searching for a sign
Encouragement or opportunity
Although the outlook may look quite grim
I guarantee you cannot get to me
You cannot get to me.
The misplaced optimism of the doomed
I guarantee you cannot get to me
You cannot get to me.
I shine bright just like a jewel with the misplaced optimism of the doomed.
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The Erratic Retaliator Strategy Chicago, Illinois
A destructive two piece with a biscuit of anger.
Mike - guitar, vocals
Ron - bass, vocals
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