1. |
Independence Day...
02:44
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[Verse 1]
Trust me, I would love to go out
Hit the town while I'm still around but I'm feeling kinda down tonight
Because I'm
[Verse 2]
Bound by my own existence
I'm tired of trying to feel alive while the world's on fire
[Chorus]
So excuse me for being existential at the party
On the Fourth of July
But I feel like I'm dying
And I don't feel like dying
[Bridge]
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to the USA
Happy birthday to you
To You
Good night New Jersey!
Land of the Free, baby
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2. |
Blasphemy?
04:30
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[Verse 1]
I'm trying to be positive
But I can't find a silver lining
So many people are just dying
I ask what is the point of trying at all
[Verse 2]
I'm not religious but I keep asking God all the questions
That I can never seem to answer for myself and that is:
[Chorus]
Do You think that it will feel like this forever
Or can we save the world?
But he doesn't say a word.
[Verse 3]
I'm trying to stay positive
But I'm my own antagonist
So I call my friends up to see what they're doing
'Cause I'm in the mood to do some hoodrat shit
[Verse 4]
Please excuse us
We're just a bunch of blasphemous anarachists
We're not malicious–
Promise that we're harmless
But chaotic
[Chorus]
Do you think that we could be like this forever? (Yeah)
Never surrender? (Yeah)
Can we get away with murder?
Swear to God & hope to die–
You'd never lie to me baby.
[Bridge]
Don't mean to be sacrilegious
But this is more fun
I just wanna run away from all the mess I didn't make
Hand to my gun
Standing in the wake of history
Rise of anarchy in the age of blasphemy
Age of blasphemy
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3. |
Conspiracies!
04:11
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[Intro]
Trust me, I would love to go out
Hit the town while I'm still around but I'm feeling kinda down tonight
Because I'm bound by my own existence
I'm tired of trying to feel alive while the world's on fire
So excuse me for being existential at the party
On the Fourth of July
But I feel like I'm dying
And I don't feel like dying
[Verse 1]
So give me some room
Some space to breathe
I need some air
I need to be happy again
But I don't know when that'll be–
Internet says the world is ending
Next week according to a conspiracy theory
But I'm still stuck up in quarantine
From COVID-19 while Gen-Z hates police
'Cause the cops are racist
It's a lot to process
[Verse 2]
I'd like to go back to when
I didn't know shit
I've been hit with a brick
And the truth keeps coming
That the rules taught in school
Don't apply to everyone–
Just the ones that they don't serve
Just the ones that they don't serve
[Verse 3]
So give me some room
Some air to breathe
I need some space
I need to be happy again
But I don't know when that'll be–
Internet says the world is ending
But I didn't need a conspiracy theory
To tell me that the world is ending
[Verse 4]
Blood on our hands
The "holy" raise them to God–
Irony!
Hand on the cross
They come clean
But dirt stays on their empty words
Mean nothing, nothing
Words mean nothing, nothing
And nothing has meaning
I feel like I'm dying
And I don't feel like dying
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