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Lab Tape 42 Pt 3 (July 22, 1943) |
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All good things must come to an end
The pages turn, the books still burn
Can't stop the bomb, can't avoid the descent
They all want to go and that's all we know
So throw me out of the fucking picture
So sorry about you and your single-serving crew
Playing by ear is how I've learned that no one cares at all
Anymore
Distracted, misinformed, mislead
To serve the machine
Sensory self-mutilated trip
Into captivity
Out with the old, bring the new guns in
Sick of the drugs that keep you thin
Been hanging on the telephone way too long
Just let it go
Just hang up
Hang up - separate yourself from the noise
Hang up - do it now before we're all destroyed
Hang up - just lose that unbelieveable shine
Hang up - return-to-sender, your mail-order bride
Beat the meat into submission
Nothing left alive at all to take
Wasted blood, infect transfusion
So much trash, our claim to stake
Little troop, don't fail me now
Kill off the one my TV hates
Winning team, now take a bow
Your useless adventure's far too great
Remorseless perverts with your obscenity
Fill me up, tie me up, tear me down
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I love my country but I fear my government
I love my country but I fear they're watching me
All the time
Isn't that a crime
I see them fighting all their wars on the TV screen
Mindless corruption with no accountability
Can't you see
Every time I try to fight it they deny it
Every time I try to show it they control it
All the time
They have cameras
They have guns
They've got big atomic bombs
And they'll do everything they can
To frighten me/you
They try to tell me that everything's okay
They will distract me in every bloody way
It's so insane to live this way
They spy on me using everything they got
They'll try to change me and control
My every thought
All the time
Yes it's a crime
Don't wanna live in constant fear
Don't wanna live on a TV show
Don't wanna live through a microscope
I wanna feel like I'm in control
I wanna live in a fearless state
I wanna live without the hate
I wanna be able to decide my fate
I wanna break out of this cage
Take it back
(Welcome to the future)
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It's time for me to get away from here
Just thought you oughtta know the end is near
Did you honestly think it would've worked at all?
'Cause everything I've seen has only made me fall
There ain't much I can do now that I've seen the truth
There ain't much I can do now they've made me into one of you
Repent - for the kingdom of oblivion is at hand
Regret - not a thing for all's as it was planned
Reject - false gods, false hopes, and false ideals
Reset - push the button, game over, no more time to steal
Feed me more, fill me more
Lie to me before you leave me here to rot
Know just what you're doing
Can't believe I was the culprit all along
And I'll come looking for you when you least expect it
The punchline of it all is the fate of which I inherit
You need
We fight
You bleed
We die
They win
The game begins again
This time
We're lost
Inside
Media holocaust
It burns
You yearn
To feel the touch
Of your gun
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Take me away from this
Give me another dose
I don't know who to hit
But I sure know where to go
Your hero's worn and thin
No chance for us to win
We've all been fooled into a false identity
Come waste away your last days
Sign away your life today
I don't need anyone
To show me what we've done
Eyes open, mind is clear
And I can smell your fear
Abort, retry or fail
I just can't get my fill
Nothing left here but my descent
Every single contribution
Just leaves me here wanting more
Twenty-first century prostitution
Feed a hunger, starve a whore
Seemed to have worn out my wings
Maybe I should order me a new pair
Seemed to have misplaced my things
Looking for something that isn't there
Run, move along now
Our last days are already here
Come sing along now
Our song of everlasting fear
No auto shut off
No emergency brake
Time now to make my
Last mistake
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Lab Tape 42 Pt 2 (Assignment Report) |
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It's never quite enough
You're always just too much
There are far too many rules
And there's no room to move
I'll disconnect myself and fall
Right out of line
I've severed all the ties
And freed my mind from all that binds
Far too busy flipping from station to station
Far too busy living in the Prozac Nation
Everyday my radio tells me to go away...
Just play the same old fucking song
And everything is A-O.K.
Now dive in deep
Die in your sleep
And try to keep
Your promised "king"
Rules of the weak
Rules that we speak
Rule over me
This slavery
Your leap of faith's
A leap of fate
They leave mistakes for us to undo
Just dare to be
Just dare to see
Just dare me please
To unmask you
Everyday my radio tells me to go away...
Just pop the same old fucking pill
And everything is A-O.K.
Everyday my radio tells me to go away
You're all living in the Prozac Nation...
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All good things must come to an end
The pages turn, the books still burn
Can't stop the bomb, can't avoid the descent
They all want to go and that's all we know
So throw me out of the fucking picture
So sorry about you and your single-serving crew
Playing by ear is how I've learned that no one cares at all
Anymore
Distracted, misinformed, mislead
To serve the machine
Sensory self-mutilated trip
Into captivity
Out with the old, bring the new guns in
Sick of the drugs that keep you thin
Been hanging on the telephone way too long
Just let it go
Just hang up
Hang up - separate yourself from the noise
Hang up - do it now before we're all destroyed
Hang up - just lose that unbelieveable shine
Hang up - return-to-sender, your mail-order bride
Beat the meat into submission
Nothing left alive at all to take
Wasted blood, infect transfusion
So much trash, our claim to stake
Little troop, don't fail me now
Kill off the one my TV hates
Winning team, now take a bow
Your useless adventure's far too great
Remorseless perverts with your obscenity
Fill me up, tie me up, tear me down
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It's time for me to get away from here
Just thought you oughtta know the end is near
Did you honestly think it would've worked at all?
'Cause everything I've seen has only made me fall
There ain't much I can do now that I've seen the truth
There ain't much I can do now they've made me into one of you
Repent - for the kingdom of oblivion is at hand
Regret - not a thing for all's as it was planned
Reject - false gods, false hopes, and false ideals
Reset - push the button, game over, no more time to steal
Feed me more, fill me more
Lie to me before you leave me here to rot
Know just what you're doing
Can't believe I was the culprit all along
And I'll come looking for you when you least expect it
The punchline of it all is the fate of which I inherit
You need
We fight
You bleed
We die
They win
The game begins again
This time
We're lost
Inside
Media holocaust
It burns
You yearn
To feel the touch
Of your gun
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Halt the progress
Driving in the spike
Hard to repress
Reaching new heights
Your false intentions
?
Take a good long fucking look
'Cause this is what you've lost
Breed your infectious lies
Dollar signs in your eyes
Beg for mercy, beg for more
Can't you fucking take it, whore?
Nevermind the sinners
Now you're just a slave
I take no prisoners
And set the world ablaze
Your knees get weak
And talk is cheap
So get the fuck in line
'Cause what is yours is now mine
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Lab Tape 42 Pt 4 (August 12, 1943) |
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It's never quite enough
You're always just too much
There are far too many rules
And there's no room to move
I'll disconnect myself and fall
Right out of line
I've severed all the ties
And freed my mind from all that binds
Far too busy flipping from station to station
Far too busy living in the Prozac Nation
Everyday my radio tells me to go away...
Just play the same old fucking song
And everything is A-O.K.
Now dive in deep
Die in your sleep
And try to keep
Your promised "king"
Rules of the weak
Rules that we speak
Rule over me
This slavery
Your leap of faith's
A leap of fate
They leave mistakes for us to undo
Just dare to be
Just dare to see
Just dare me please
To unmask you
Everyday my radio tells me to go away...
Just pop the same old fucking pill
And everything is A-O.K.
Everyday my radio tells me to go away
You're all living in the Prozac Nation...
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I love my country but I fear my government
I love my country but I fear they're watching me
All the time
Isn't that a crime
I see them fighting all their wars on the TV screen
Mindless corruption with no accountability
Can't you see
Every time I try to fight it they deny it
Every time I try to show it they control it
All the time
They have cameras
They have guns
They've got big atomic bombs
And they'll do everything they can
To frighten me/you
They try to tell me that everything's okay
They will distract me in every bloody way
It's so insane to live this way
They spy on me using everything they got
They'll try to change me and control
My every thought
All the time
Yes it's a crime
Don't wanna live in constant fear
Don't wanna live on a TV show
Don't wanna live through a microscope
I wanna feel like I'm in control
I wanna live in a fearless state
I wanna live without the hate
I wanna be able to decide my fate
I wanna break out of this cage
Take it back
(Welcome to the future)
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It's time for me to get away from here
Just thought you oughtta know the end is near
Did you honestly think it would've worked at all?
'Cause everything I've seen has only made me fall
There ain't much I can do now that I've seen the truth
There ain't much I can do now they've made me into one of you
Repent - for the kingdom of oblivion is at hand
Regret - not a thing for all's as it was planned
Reject - false gods, false hopes, and false ideals
Reset - push the button, game over, no more time to steal
Feed me more, fill me more
Lie to me before you leave me here to rot
Know just what you're doing
Can't believe I was the culprit all along
And I'll come looking for you when you least expect it
The punchline of it all is the fate of which I inherit
You need
We fight
You bleed
We die
They win
The game begins again
This time
We're lost
Inside
Media holocaust
It burns
You yearn
To feel the touch
Of your gun
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It's never quite enough
You're always just too much
There are far too many rules
And there's no room to move
I'll disconnect myself and fall
Right out of line
I've severed all the ties
And freed my mind from all that binds
Far too busy flipping from station to station
Far too busy living in the Prozac Nation
Everyday my radio tells me to go away...
Just play the same old fucking song
And everything is A-O.K.
Now dive in deep
Die in your sleep
And try to keep
Your promised "king"
Rules of the weak
Rules that we speak
Rule over me
This slavery
Your leap of faith's
A leap of fate
They leave mistakes for us to undo
Just dare to be
Just dare to see
Just dare me please
To unmask you
Everyday my radio tells me to go away...
Just pop the same old fucking pill
And everything is A-O.K.
Everyday my radio tells me to go away
You're all living in the Prozac Nation...
. . .
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I love my country but I fear my government
I love my country but I fear they're watching me
All the time
Isn't that a crime
I see them fighting all their wars on the TV screen
Mindless corruption with no accountability
Can't you see
Every time I try to fight it they deny it
Every time I try to show it they control it
All the time
They have cameras
They have guns
They've got big atomic bombs
And they'll do everything they can
To frighten me/you
They try to tell me that everything's okay
They will distract me in every bloody way
It's so insane to live this way
They spy on me using everything they got
They'll try to change me and control
My every thought
All the time
Yes it's a crime
Don't wanna live in constant fear
Don't wanna live on a TV show
Don't wanna live through a microscope
I wanna feel like I'm in control
I wanna live in a fearless state
I wanna live without the hate
I wanna be able to decide my fate
I wanna break out of this cage
Take it back
(Welcome to the future)
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Lab Tape 42 Pt 6 (August 12, 1983) |
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Controlled Voltage (kAINE-O-Matic Mix) |
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Radiation has filled your soul
Broken borders, an all out war
Martial law will take us all
As your free world crumbles and falls
U can't stop the bomb...
23 seconds and you're gone
5, 4, 3, 2
Leaders speak their robotic lies
Propaganda before your very eyes
Finger on the button, now choose your side
Before you're all victims of political agenda-cide
U can't stop the bomb...
23 seconds and you're gone
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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It's time for me to get away from here
Just thought you oughtta know the end is near
Did you honestly think it would've worked at all?
'Cause everything I've seen has only made me fall
There ain't much I can do now that I've seen the truth
There ain't much I can do now they've made me into one of you
Repent - for the kingdom of oblivion is at hand
Regret - not a thing for all's as it was planned
Reject - false gods, false hopes, and false ideals
Reset - push the button, game over, no more time to steal
Feed me more, fill me more
Lie to me before you leave me here to rot
Know just what you're doing
Can't believe I was the culprit all along
And I'll come looking for you when you least expect it
The punchline of it all is the fate of which I inherit
You need
We fight
You bleed
We die
They win
The game begins again
This time
We're lost
Inside
Media holocaust
It burns
You yearn
To feel the touch
Of your gun
. . .
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I love my country but I fear my government
I love my country but I fear they're watching me
All the time
Isn't that a crime
I see them fighting all their wars on the TV screen
Mindless corruption with no accountability
Can't you see
Every time I try to fight it they deny it
Every time I try to show it they control it
All the time
They have cameras
They have guns
They've got big atomic bombs
And they'll do everything they can
To frighten me/you
They try to tell me that everything's okay
They will distract me in every bloody way
It's so insane to live this way
They spy on me using everything they got
They'll try to change me and control
My every thought
All the time
Yes it's a crime
Don't wanna live in constant fear
Don't wanna live on a TV show
Don't wanna live through a microscope
I wanna feel like I'm in control
I wanna live in a fearless state
I wanna live without the hate
I wanna be able to decide my fate
I wanna break out of this cage
Take it back
(Welcome to the future)
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Policy Of Hyprocrisy (Shiv-R Remix) |
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Take me away from this
Give me another dose
I don't know who to hit
But I sure know where to go
Your hero's worn and thin
No chance for us to win
We've all been fooled into a false identity
Come waste away your last days
Sign away your life today
I don't need anyone
To show me what we've done
Eyes open, mind is clear
And I can smell your fear
Abort, retry or fail
I just can't get my fill
Nothing left here but my descent
Every single contribution
Just leaves me here wanting more
Twenty-first century prostitution
Feed a hunger, starve a whore
Seemed to have worn out my wings
Maybe I should order me a new pair
Seemed to have misplaced my things
Looking for something that isn't there
Run, move along now
Our last days are already here
Come sing along now
Our song of everlasting fear
No auto shut off
No emergency brake
Time now to make my
Last mistake
. . .
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|
Take me away from this
Give me another dose
I don't know who to hit
But I sure know where to go
Your hero's worn and thin
No chance for us to win
We've all been fooled into a false identity
Come waste away your last days
Sign away your life today
I don't need anyone
To show me what we've done
Eyes open, mind is clear
And I can smell your fear
Abort, retry or fail
I just can't get my fill
Nothing left here but my descent
Every single contribution
Just leaves me here wanting more
Twenty-first century prostitution
Feed a hunger, starve a whore
Seemed to have worn out my wings
Maybe I should order me a new pair
Seemed to have misplaced my things
Looking for something that isn't there
Run, move along now
Our last days are already here
Come sing along now
Our song of everlasting fear
No auto shut off
No emergency brake
Time now to make my
Last mistake
. . .
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|
Radiation has filled your soul
Broken borders, an all out war
Martial law will take us all
As your free world crumbles and falls
U can't stop the bomb...
23 seconds and you're gone
5, 4, 3, 2
Leaders speak their robotic lies
Propaganda before your very eyes
Finger on the button, now choose your side
Before you're all victims of political agenda-cide
U can't stop the bomb...
23 seconds and you're gone
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
. . .
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|
Halt the progress
Driving in the spike
Hard to repress
Reaching new heights
Your false intentions
?
Take a good long fucking look
'Cause this is what you've lost
Breed your infectious lies
Dollar signs in your eyes
Beg for mercy, beg for more
Can't you fucking take it, whore?
Nevermind the sinners
Now you're just a slave
I take no prisoners
And set the world ablaze
Your knees get weak
And talk is cheap
So get the fuck in line
'Cause what is yours is now mine
. . .
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|
Take me away from this
Give me another dose
I don't know who to hit
But I sure know where to go
Your hero's worn and thin
No chance for us to win
We've all been fooled into a false identity
Come waste away your last days
Sign away your life today
I don't need anyone
To show me what we've done
Eyes open, mind is clear
And I can smell your fear
Abort, retry or fail
I just can't get my fill
Nothing left here but my descent
Every single contribution
Just leaves me here wanting more
Twenty-first century prostitution
Feed a hunger, starve a whore
Seemed to have worn out my wings
Maybe I should order me a new pair
Seemed to have misplaced my things
Looking for something that isn't there
Run, move along now
Our last days are already here
Come sing along now
Our song of everlasting fear
No auto shut off
No emergency brake
Time now to make my
Last mistake
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