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Turning Grey
02:38
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I see the signs
I don't recognize myself
Spent my whole life wishing I was someone else
Now it seems like life just might oblige
Burning bridges faster than a politician
Lone wolf on an esoteric mission
My second term to be defined
And that's life
Say something!
You don't wanna know
Say something!
You don't wanna know
What's left to say when you're turning grey?
Hey
Hey
Hey
No time to plan tomorrow's parties
Losing hair thinking about inequity
God and the State to goddamn Eckhart Tolle
Raise your flag
Bury your head in the sand
Give up on vain attempts to defend
The rotting corpse of rock n roll
And that's life
Say something!
You don't wanna know
Say something!
You don't wanna know
What's left to say when you're turning grey?
Hey
Hey
Hey
Blank checks autographed by evil men
Mundane security close at hand
How long can you balance on the line?
Occupy the holes punched inside of me
Free to debase but not for free
Mourn my death and please say I'm civilized
Yeaaaa
And that's life
Say something!
You don't wanna know
Say something!
You don't wanna know
What's left to say when you're turning grey?
Hey
Hey
Hey
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Validation and sedation
Name a more iconic combination
Plug me in, turn me on, tell me how I’m supposed to feel
Isolation, so subliminal
To waste this meal on myself would be criminal
Get me high, tell me lies while I’m spinning my wheels
I don’t wanna be a commodity oh no
I don’t wanna live in an LED glow
I don’t wanna be a commodity oh no
I don’t wanna be out of control
Generation: Artificial
Mediocrity placed on a pedestal
A platform for each and every passing thought
Information, such disparity
Never seen the “truth” with so much clarity
O intelligence, what hath thou wrought?
I don’t wanna be a commodity oh no
I don’t wanna live in an LED glow
I don’t wanna be a commodity oh no
I don’t wanna be out of control
Pacifying with impunity
Accumulating synthetic community
Silicon Daddy’s got you by the throat
Valuation, full-circle
Split-second appeal, universal
Did the math, trimmed the fat, now you’re a joke
I don’t wanna be a commodity oh no
I don’t wanna live in an LED glow
I don’t wanna be a commodity oh no
I don’t wanna be out of control
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3. |
Shoulda Been Me
02:11
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My biggest regret
Missing the signals
Hangover apathy
Could fill swimming pools
I'm told it's wrong to ponder what-ifs
And try to remain strong
It shoulda been me
It shoulda been me
Yea you can call me
If you need to
Heartache is easier
When it's shared between two
I'm not absolved for empty promises
I simply can't recall
It shoulda been me
It shoulda been me
True friends share in your misery
And your pain
They take it away
But I failed miserably
Now there's no second chances
No "tomorrow is a brand-new day"
Stargazing fuck ups
With idle hands
We never second guessed
Breaking plans
I never saw you on that day
So on deaf ears now I will say
It shoulda been me
It shoulda been me
It shoulda been me
It shoulda been me
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4. |
Bootlickers
03:38
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Racists with brains in outer space
Eager to please these tools of state
Dopamine spikes with compliance
Monopolizing all the violence
There's no reward, there's only consequence
It's harder to think than to condemn
While you're safe, feeling blessed
Just know they're coming for you next
Fuck all you bootlickers
Your brain is mush from a leather diet
Fuck all you bootlickers
There's no such thing as blue lives
Fuck all you bootlickers
Epstein's death wasn't a suicide
Fuck all you bootlickers
You're looking for somebody to hate
While they're standing right in front of your face
My oppressor and yours is shared
Class traitor, fascist enabler
No friend to humankind when you side with swine
Fuck all you bootlickers
Your brain is mush from a leather diet
Fuck all you bootlickers
There's no such thing as blue lives
Fuck all you bootlickers
Epstein's death wasn't a suicide
Fuck all you bootlickers
Fuck all you bootlickers
Your brain is mush from a leather diet
Fuck all you bootlickers
There's no such thing as blue lives
Fuck all you bootlickers
Epstein's death wasn't a suicide
Fuck all you bootlickers
Yeaaaaa
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5. |
Under a Big Sky
03:01
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Ran away because I needed air
Now I'm choking on borrowed time
Our bed was made of grenades, so you slept on the couch
I've got the itch, but I can't leave the house
I'm afraid that I may have lost my charm
Now I'm wasting under a big sky
I'll be gone before you could ever say goodbye
Wasting under a big sky
The ground is cold, soul is moldy, no surprise
Oh yea
Broken homes aren't conducive to recovery
Here I rust
Manic sobriety is my cross to bear
Look in my eyes as you fill my ditch
Grant your least favorite junkie his last wish
Now I'm wasting under a big sky
I'll be gone before you could ever say goodbye
Wasting under a big sky
The ground is cold, soul is moldy, no surprise
Oh yea
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Night of the Spiders Tempe, Arizona
Night of the Spiders are a group of 90s kids, who wished they grew up seeing bands in the late 70s, trying to make sense of life in the 2020s. Formed in Tempe, AZ during the Winter of 2022, NotS quickly put together a set made up of punk songs that are darkly comedic and politically charged, with a dash of bitter breakup anthems. ... more
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