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The silence of our Friends
Will forever overshadow
The words of our enemies
While the colorblind choose not to see
They enable injustice willingly
And applaud themselves contentedly
But please
Do speak
(Hey)
Among equals not all are treated the same
(Same)
And against pigs pigment is blamed
(Blamed)
Add another year to the national shame
(Shame)
But
(Wait)
That would have to mean it's possibly hate
(Hate)
Perpetrated on the presence of race
(Race)
File and
(Rank)
The violence of police
Is not shared evenly
Among all ethnicities
Skin's a triviality
Unless you don't look like me
Then it's the only thing some see
But no
They'll speak
(Hey)
Among equals not all are treated the same
(Same)
And against pigs pigment is blamed
(Blamed)
Add another year to the national shame
(Shame)
But
(Wait)
That would have to mean it's possibly hate
(Hate)
Perpetrated on the presence of race
(Race)
File and
(Rank)
It's all separate but equal to
Some archaic point of view
That none of this pertains to you
It's no sufficient compromise
To give a shit three-fifths of the time
And shut down when someone speaks the truth
And I hope they do
Yeah
(Hey)
Among equals not all are treated the same
(Same)
And against pigs pigment is blamed
(Blamed)
Add another year to the national shame
(Shame)
But
(Wait)
That would have to mean it's possibly hate
(Hate)
Perpetrated on the presence of race
(Race)
File and
(Rank)
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2. |
Tolerate or Die
03:19
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Why yes, I think that we're better than this
No forced endorphins afford the sort of life you'd want as a kid
Your breaths all sound so thick
You're ever coughing when you're not sick
We're a trauma ward of self-prescription
The stings of needles and pins within each static moment
But this won't be my life
Try as I might
I'll be the last one left
And that's a promise kept like a secret
Yet
I'll never get to forget
The last to flinch is always first to die
The last to rot will always carry the guilt of having survived
Self-despised
We toe near death to keep from being alive
We hide inside ourselves to spite the sights outside of our eyes
But I won't be quick to die
It's my right to try
I'll be the last one left
And that's a promise kept like a secret
Yet
I'll never get to forget
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3. |
My Machine
05:11
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There's static in my circuitry
My CPU is failing me
None of my sensors seem to read
Beyond my cyber fantasies
My machine is failing me
My machine is obsolete
My rotors just won't seem to turn
My AI ain't equipped to learn
My gears just love to jump and churn
No matter how much oil I burn
My machine is cold to me
My machine doesn't need me
I can't sing the way that I want to
I can't speak the way that I want to
I can't move the way that I want to
I can't feel the way that I want to
My machine is so ugly
My machine, my machine
My settings are under remote control
I have a headpiece to hide a hole
My engine burns the food like coal
I haven't the RAM to possess a soul
My machine yearns for sleep
Between the dreams of electric sheep
My machine is betraying me
My machine is killing me
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4. |
True Love's End
03:51
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Well her eyes are the pit
Of an empty well
Her voice a silence
That sounds in Hell
With her ears made numb
To the chimes and bells
Of the churches she knew well
Go away, my dear
Far away from here
To a land of golden shores
May your heart find peace
When your soul's released
And your body be weary no more
My lover's eyes once bloomed
Like irises in June
They've long since opened
Ne'ery a day
I pray against all sense
And bitter discontent
Than an angel take her away
Go away, my dear
Far away from here
To a land of golden shores
May your heart find peace
When your soul's released
And your body be weary no more
My true love's heart still beats
Somewhere down beneath
Her faded skin
And her jagged breaths
Her embrace, it grips me still
I fear it ever will
Until I too am pulled to the grave
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To have and hold
A terminal
Affliction
Of affection
I've choked on words enough
To know it in my gut
I'd only botch it up
A coward dies a thousand deaths
And I'm dying to live just once
Seems like everyone I see is alive but me
And I'm begging to live just once
One time
When I speak
My dumb words define the
Rest of me
What you see
Is some bastard design of
The rest of me
Isn't it insane
How our minds can be enslaved
By sensations of the heart?
And isn't it absurd
How our perceptions can usurp
The truth of who we are?
Starting from that age
When your sex drive is engaged
Your mind never strays too far
From that adolescent fright
Of another lonely night
And how vulnerable you are
Sweet dreams
To my identity
You're only
What you're seen to be
A bad scene
Always to follow me
I was gasping for air hoping anyone would hear
And I choked on silence again
I was begging the question, "am I even really here?"
And I choked on silence again
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6. |
Secular Hymn #3
07:22
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As a voiceless, singing breath
Alive in every feable lung
In the rhythm of our steps
And in every human tongue
My life for you
As seen in every lingering stare between lovers
And every writhing hum
The wisdom that shakes the air
From the old unto the young
My life for you
My life for you
And no one else but you
Nobody above you
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So Sorry Windham, Connecticut
Hailing from Willimantic, CT, So Sorry has been crafting technically ambitious and socially conscious alternative rock music since late 2013. There are four things that can always be counted on in a So Sorry performance: viscerally emotional songs, incendiary musicianship, dedicated inclusivity with the audience, and gorgeous facial hair. ... more
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