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Bottom Rung
02:39
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'm screaming at the top of my lungs
Cause I don't wanna die unsung
And I'm straining for the bottom rung
And I am not the only one
I'm bleeding in the place I'm from
The debt I carry weighing me down
And I'm breathing through a plastic straw
Takes everything for me not to drown
It's a rigged game, working to play
Live hand to mouth and then feeling the shame
Slaving all day, earning to pay
Nose to the grindstone it won't go away
Cashing out broke, we are all choked
Living our lives with their hands 'round our throats
I can't stop screaming at the top of my lungs
Cause I don't wanna die unsung
And I'm straining for the bottom rung
And I am not the only one
I'm bleeding in the place I'm from
The debt I carry weighs me down
I'm breathing through a plastic straw
Takes everything for me not to drown
No living wage, work like a slave
Taking a beating, releasing the rage
Rip out the page, tear up the stage
It's a free country inside of this cage
Nowhere to go, reap what you sow
Pitchforks are coming we will overthrow
Backed in a corner by my favourite things
Say you can fly while they're clipping your wings
The weight of this load keeps us under their thumb
Standing alone we will not overcome
So I keep screaming at the top of my lungs
Cause I don't wanna die unsung
And I'm straining for the bottom rung
And I am not the only one
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Cause I don't wanna die
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2. |
Fake City
03:06
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Fake city, bad smell
Rotten money, can't tell
Any time you're ready, we'll cut you a check
But when they ask who owns ya, you'd better not forget
It's gonna be a long, long, long day
One knife in your back, we got a gun to your head
You better have what they're after, we're gonna paint the town red
It's gonna be a long, long, long day
We got a bag full of dollars, not likely a gamble
We take the lives of others and leave them all in shambles
It's gonna be a long, long, long day
Push back on the access, but it's so hard to handle
Palms greased with the excess, too deep in the scandal
It's gonna be a long, long, long day
Money bag, casino
Dirty money, got clean now
Treasure chest, not essential
Hide the money, in residential
Buy yourself, buy yourself, buy yourself
Vancouver special
Fake city, bad smell
Rotten money, can't tell
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3. |
Seen a Ghost
02:09
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Sirens sing until the newspaper brings
the tally of the lost to a city full of kings
I've seen a ghost
You've seen a ghost
We've seen a ghost
We know, we know, but it's no one we know
So we don't
So we don't
So we don't
We don't do a thing until the telephone rings
Another body in the bag, it's the saddest fucking thing
So hard to see when they're down on their knees
All the bodies in the street are invisible to me
And our hands
Yeah our hands
Yeah our hands
Our hands get bloody cause we won't dirty our hands
And the answers
Got no answers
No fucking answers
So we don't do a thing until the telephone rings
Another body in the bag, it's the saddest fucking thing
And the weakest, how they cower
now they're falling, pushing up flowers
With this sunshine, and these showers
This garden's growing, by the hour
And we teach our kids to turn their backs and look the other way
Baby kissing politicians stand there wishing they just
Had a hand to shake to make it go away
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4. |
Pure Fire
02:17
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Made a choice: practice and preach
Now you're not as far as you thought you'd be right now
All four walls closing in, it's stifling
Theres only so much one man can do
Every time I bite more than I can chew myself
Lockjaw and I grind right through, it's murder
Head to the city two nights a week
with a thinline P in the shotgun seat, we go
and scream our goddamn heads off at the shows
Stay the true course but it's out of reach
Gain more ground when you lie and cheat
Somehow we all accept this as a given
Do what they think they need to do
Broken backs beneath their shoes
Until they figure out that isn't living
head to the city two nights a week
with a thinline p in the shotgun seat, we go
and scream our goddamn heads off at the shows
It's pure fire
Spit our guts through old mic screens
Beatdown hearts and primal screams
Pure fire
Fill your lungs up, force it out
Take your life back with every shout
It's pure fire
Unleash your rebel yell
so every eardrum will ring in hell
It's pure
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5. |
We Don't Want That
02:47
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We've got some kids now and we'd like to get older
Live with inclusion and no need for soldiers
As we evolve, one race for survival
Think with your brain, the triggers are primal
The greater good is too small of a picture
Everyone alive is your brother or sister
Erase those common threads with fear and hate
But we don't want that
Told things that keep us divided
Misled diatribes sparking a riot
Buck hard like we're caught in a bear trap
We could sink to the bottom but we don't want that
Bad books in a battle to control
And they've got the whole world in a chokehold
Old rules, now it's time for a new act
As we sink to the bottom but we don't want that
False truth we're sold: we're better than others
With not as much gold, but it's not hard to discover
That these lines were drawn by men that stand to lose
What they took from others, and it's more than they could ever use
One nation under corporate greed
Selling us things that we don't even need
Steady burn, steady burning the planet
They make gains now but they don't understand that
Told things that keep us divided
Misled diatribes sparking a riot
Buck hard like we're caught in a bear trap
We could sink to the bottom but we don't want that
Bad books in a battle to control
And they've got the whole world in a chokehold
Old rules, now it's time for a new act
As we sink to the bottom but we don't want that no
Here is a fresh perspective untainted by directives
Daily digging our own graves for bills to pay but we don't want that
Told things that keep us divided
Misled diatribes sparking a riot
Buck hard like we're caught in a bear trap
We could sink to the bottom but we don't want that
Bad books in a battle to control
And they've got the whole world in a chokehold
Old rules, now it's time for a new act
As we sink to the bottom but we don't want that
We gotta break break break the hold
We gotta take take take control
We gotta fight before we're sold
You know we all drown together but we don't want that
We don't want that
We don't want that, no
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6. |
Weight
03:46
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Woke up to a brighter day
Burned holes in the grimy haze
Laid bare, not prepared
To find so much rotting under there
We pull back on the dirty sheets
Exposes our diseases too
A blindfold can be comforting
We don't fear what we don't believe
We distrust the sheep we know
Wolves all dressed up in shepherds clothes
We stay safe if we stay in line
And forget one day our time comes too
Take away this heavy toll
Back to where we need to go
Wake me up when we're sold
We stand behind the things we say
We're punching well above our weight, oh yeah
We stand behind the things we do
We're punching well above our weight, we do, do you?
Bright flash to a darker grey
To pitch black in a rapid fade
Let go of what we know
Shed weight with a looser grip on those
We retouched our memories
Can't stop re-editing them too
Choices that we do not make
Are voices that will guide our fate
Make room for something new
Break down the walls that block your view
If freedom is to separate
We help them conquer us, its true
Take away this heavy load
Back to where we need to go
Wake me up when we're sold
We stand behind the things we say
We're punching well above our weight, oh yeah
We stand behind the things we do
We're punching well above our weight, we do, it's true
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7. |
CRISPR
02:11
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Ready or not, here we come
Right back where we started from
How many trips around the sun
Until we find out what we've done
Will it be my son's daughter
Or will it be his daughter's son
Who gets to be the chosen one
Who gets to be the chosen one
Mankind: Jekyll and Hyde
A rough, rough road gives a rough, rough ride
Mankind: Jekyll and Hyde
A rough, rough road gives a rough, rough ride
My My what a wonderful thing
Scientists have a new song to sing
What kind of chords with they play
What kind of mood will it bring, will it bring
Hey CRISPR make me a sister
So strong like a strongman mister
Pretty so pretty like the girls in the pictures
Make her immune, not just resistant
Oh, and I'd be grateful
If you could make her heart tough, unbreakable
So smart, unmistakable
Make her remarkable and remakable
Mankind: Jekyll and Hyde
A rough, rough road gives a rough, rough ride
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8. |
Man Overboard
01:59
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Sailing for the sunset
Anchored by regret
Calling man overboard
Blindfold to forget
Feels almost perfect
Guts spill onto the floor
Can't go home
I'm never safe when I'm alone
Truth not owned
It strips the skin right from your bones
Holding only a flashlight
Against the black of midnight
Shadows always after you
Every day the same fight
Desperate for respite
Demons come crashing through
Can't go home
I'm never safe when I'm alone
Truth not owned
It strips the skin right from your bones
All gone wrong
Sailing for the sunset
Anchored by regret
Calling man overboard
Blackout
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9. |
Drop in a Coffin
02:45
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I got something to say, something to say to you
But you can't hear me, you're talking too
We're either sick or it's a trick
A trick and we are falling
You're brickwalling me and I'm slow walking you
Now the only way to deal is to force it through
To make a dent, we sell consent
It's all that we can do
Oh how have we forgot, of all those lessons taught
How the shared minds of man, gave us all the good we got
And we have got so lost, abandoned hope too often
We just keep on walking until we drop into a coffin
You're being sold a line, I'm being sold one too
But it's not the same one, we gotta find the truth
The benefits that exist, well beneath the smokescreen
There is a master plan, it's not hard to see
It's weight is bearing down, it's how they succeed
They divide, then they sever
Those who stand together
Hey, I talk, talk, talk to you, but you don't hear a thing
You think I'm full of shit, so you're not listening
Oh how have we forgot, of all those lessons taught
How the shared minds of man, gave us all the good we got
And we have got so lost, abandoned hope so often
We just keep on walking out
I got something to say, you got ideas too
There was a common ground, that we once knew
I'll listen to you, you'll listen to me
Thats how we'll fix this thing
I'll listen to you, you'll listen to me
Thats how we'll fix this thing
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10. |
Unsinkable Ships
02:09
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Bad blood and I can't sleep for ages
Olde tyme bad guys leap from the pages
And we are living it
What goes around but they just want to keep it
Forced underground like a dirty little secret
They keep it zipped tight
Drowning in waves of the self serving lies
Undertow hearts try to keep hope alive
I got it if you need it
It doesn't kill you it makes you get stronger
Holding out but forever feels longer
I'm not giving in
Progress is a war won in inches
Not radical but met with resistance
There's no small wins
Drowning in waves of the self serving lies
Undertow hearts try to keep hope alive
I got it if you need it
Come get what you came for
It only ends when we all let it die
Push a little harder and we all make it rise
Go on and lift it up
Born every morning and we die every night
Nobody backs you, alone in the fight
It's all adrenaline
People all suffer when money's put first
Soldiers of fortune, it only gets worse
So here we go again
No more secrets
No more lies
We are the beacon
Open your eyes
This is so
Unbelievable this
We are un
Unsinkable ships
Progress is a war won in inches
Not radical but met with resistance
There's no small wins
Drowning in waves of the self serving lies
Undertow hearts try to keep hope alive
I got it if you need it
Come get what you came for
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11. |
Red Hands
05:00
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One hand washes the other
Red hands make bloody water
They'll come for us again, don't worry
They have their bottom line
There is more money to be made
Denier
Paid liar
Take what you can reach
Closed doors make easy choices
Drown out dissenting voices
They'll force it through again, theres no hurry
They have their vermin eyes
There is more money to be made
Med starver
Big pharma
Strangle strategy
Broke system
Filled prisons
Feed on misery
Quake driller – this is as far as you get to go
Oil spiller – this is as far as you get to go
Poisoned energy – this is the end, the end of the road
Storm warning – this is as far as you get to go
Forest burning – this is as far as you get to go
Greenlight industry – this is the end, the end of the road
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AANTHEMS Vancouver, British Columbia
Geof does his level best to make his drums sound like a locomotive, and Ryan plays bass, completely wrong, while both are howling almost the whole time.
Blood and Guts, Heart and Soul, Rock'n'Roll.
EARLY ONSET RECORDS
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