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Victim Of Circumstance
03:43
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Take it as it comes
It’s beating you up
Have you had enough?
There’s really nothing worse
Than depleted self worth
You disengage
Led so far astray
It’s eating you away
Over and over again
Another victim of circumstance prevailing
Never a fighting chance
Just failing
Just say what you need to for now
And know it’s your words that keep you around
Take a look inside and what do you see?
Victim of circumstance
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2. |
Punk
02:48
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Keep talking
You get hit
Oh this is what you get for talking shit
It’s not worth it
And you’re finding out
And this an instance of over confidence
Keep it shut
And this an instance of over confidence
Take it, take it
You take it on the chin
What did you expect?
What could you have ever expected?
Just a punk
You’re just a punk
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3. |
Procrastination
02:53
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Is this what you want to be
Is this how you want to live
Putting it off
For tomorrow you will delay once again
Farther and farther away it slips from your hands
And you’re left with no progress
Living with distraction
Procrastination
Living with inaction
Procrastination
Living for tomorrow
Failure to follow
Dreaming of what could be
As a substitute to action
Engrossed in the idea of
Completing any fucking task
You fail
As you always have
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4. |
Shell Exchange
04:21
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Keep dreaming of the end
Momento mori
This thought’s your friend
Knowing that this
Is just a shell
You exchange
First you shed your form
Youre pulled on back
Into the fold
Sorted, but not by size
But by design
No limit
No concept
It is infinite
Your node reforms
Sorted, but not by size
But by design
Tips of fingers
Dancing From the hands of a beast
Experiential recycling is taking place
So what lies beyond?
The state of al
It just keeps going
There is a single truth that we all must come to know
Another permutation
Another shell exchanged
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5. |
Expendable
02:58
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An endless grind
To prove your worth
From all this work
No product birthed
Deceived by your fellow man
It was always the plan
Built from swaths of scorched land
And taken from bloodied hands
There is no free
There is no we
There is no free
There is only me
You feign another friendship
You say you’re there for me
As soon as things start turning down
You fell us like trees
No points of punishment are the same
Your lost bonus no penny to my name
We aren’t playing the same game
I live for the day that you hang
There’s no way I stand for this today
Worked til bone and promptly thrown away
Expendable
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6. |
Fleeced
03:31
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It’s time the lies fall through
It’s clear who’s buying who
It’s like they think we’ve
All been born yesterday
Coerced with homelessness
A fate that equals death
It’s like they think we’ve
All been born yesterday
What can you do?
Slice and gouge
Tear the flesh
With such opposition
A quite clear position
Reveals itself
It’s easy to see
This isn’t all that we can be
Another option
Once conceived
Forced to be
You can see
This isn’t all that we can be
Just keep your mind on what’s ahead
Just keep your eyes on what’s ahead
Better days
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7. |
Acting On Impulse
03:31
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The grass is greener
On the other side
You will always search for more
Now you’ve given up
Everything you had
In search of something better
And how is it now?
Can you really say
That you’re any happier?
You gave it all away
Now you realize how stupid you could be
Now you realize you really were that naive
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8. |
Mouth Breather
04:12
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Mouth breather
Disgusting your attempt to be
Anything close to what is me
To have a mouth and a brain
Attempt at speech in vain
Here you sit uttering phrase
No one cares of what you say
To have a mouth and a brain
Attempt at speech in vain
Mouth breather
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Self-Deprecator Seattle, Washington
Matt - Vocals, Guitar
Biaggo - Bass
Jonathan - Drums
Contact Info - selfdeprecatormetal@gmail.com
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