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Beg to differ

For Dear Life Steady Decline Beg to Differ Lost and Found Your Fear Take It In Hand Right to Nothing Prime Cut Just the Same Third From The Sun

FOR DEAR LIFE

(T. Victor)
THE FLAG OF FREE ENTERPRISE, FRONTS AS YOU FEND
IN THE BATTLEFIELD OF BUREAUCRACY, THE TRENCHES YOU SHALL TEND
IN THESE DAYS OF ADVERSITY, THE HASSLE NEVER ENDS.
THE NEMESIS OF FORTITUDE, HOLDS A GUN TO YOUR HEAD!
ON YOUR KNEES! KNEEL! SAY YOUR PRAYERS!
FOR DEAR LIFE! FOR DEAR LIFE! FOR DEAR LIFE! FOR DEAR LIFE!
YOU'RE HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE!
SHOW SOME HUMILITY TO THE POWERS THAT BE.
A GESTURE TO MORTALITY -- YOUR BLIND LIBERTY.
ON YOUR KNEES! KNEEL! SAY YOUR PRAYERS!
FOR DEAR LIFE! FOR DEAR LIFE! FOR DEAR LIFE! FOR DEAR LIFE!
YOU'RE HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE!
LIFE. FOR DEAR LIFE.

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STEADY DECLINE

(M. Kirkland-T. Victor)
YOU CHOOSE A PATH
CLOSE TO COLLAPSE
STRETCHED TO THE LIMIT
FALLING APART
THE LIGHT TURNS BACK
WHERE YOU CHOOSE TO PASS
FINALLY INTO OBLIVION
STEADY DECLINE
A QUIRK OF FATE
CAN'T STOP THIS WAIT
BIT IT TOOK
A QUIRK OF FATE
TO IGNITE THE SPARK
INNOCENCE AND YOUTH
YOUTH AND INNOCENCE
TAKES SO LITTLE TO TEAR IT APART
TEAR IT APART
STEADY DECLINE
WITNESS TO THE CRIME

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BEG TO DIFFER

(T. Victor-T. Parsons)
YOU MAKE THE RIGHT MOVES, I BEG TO DIFFER
RATHER BE A FOOL AND SEE THINGS CLEARER.
YOU FOUND A QUICK WAY TO FILL YOUR POCKET.
THAT'S THE WAY IN A WORLD THAT'S LOST IT
TO FALL IN LINE
ITS MEANINGLESS, MINDLESSNESS.
I BEG TO DIFFER
DISHARMONY AMONGST ALL OUR BROTHERS.
THAT'S OKAY, BE TRUE TO OUR GRUDGES.
NO DESIRE TO WALK BESIDE YOU.
NOTHING POSITIVE WHEN FORCED UPON YOU.
(SO FALL IN LINE) JUST FALL IN LINE
ITS MEANINGLESS, MINDLESSNESS, I BEG TO DIFFER

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LOST AND FOUND

(T. Victor)
EXPOSING ALL THE FRAUDS, THOSE HEROES FOR A CAUSE.
THEY'RE HOLDING SOME KEY, CONFUSING IDENTITIES.
THE LOST AND FOUND
LOST IN A CROWD
LOOK WHAT THEY'VE FOUND
THEY'RE FAKING IN THE BUCK.
PURVEYORS OF SO MUCH LUCK.
UPHOLDING A TRUE SCOPE: FLAG WAVING EGO.
THE LOST AND FOUND
LOST IN A CROWD
LOOK WHAT THEY'VE FOUND
THE LOST AND FOUND!

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YOUR FEAR

(M. Kirkland-T. Parsons-T. Victor)
HIS HOLY MISUNDERSTOOD
MISDIRECTED, MISCONSTRUED
THIS HOLY ROLL OF THE DICE
TAKE YOUR CHANCES
HOLD ON TIGHT
SILENCE THE SILENT
CONFUSE THE CONFUSED
CONFUSION RUNS RAMPANT
ON A SHIP OF FOOLS
THE CLOCK IS TICKING
THIS SACRED JOKE
LEFT WITHOUT A REASON
TILL REASON TAKES HOLD
SURRENDER YOUR FEAR
CRAWL INTO THE FLAME
HIS HOLY UNCONSCIOUSNESS
ENDLESS DISCUSSION
OF OUR USELESSNESS
ALIVE AND KICKING
THIS SACRED JOKE
LEFT WITHOUT A REASON
TILL REASON TAKES HOLD
SURRENDER YOUR FEAR
CRAWL INTO THE FLAME

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TAKE IT IN HAND

(T. Victor)
WATCH OUT! THE PART YOU PLAY IS A COP-OUT.
SHUT OUT! AUTHORITY'S BEEN SHUT DOWN.
CLAMPED DOWN! CONDITIONED SO YOU'RE HELD DOWN.
CHILL OUT LET RULE AGAIN TO LASH OUT.
TAKE IT IN HAND, GO FOR THE THROAT
SHIT HITS THE FAN, YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROPE.
HANDS DOWN! SUDDEN ORDER WINS OUT.
LOSE OUT! A CRAZED ATTACK WILL COME 'ROUND.
SIT DOWN AND THINK ABOUT YOUR NEXT ROUND.
BAIL OUT YOU'RE SERIOUSLY IN DOUBT!
TAKE IT IN HAND, GO FOR THE THROAT
SHIT HITS THE FAN, YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROPE.
TAKE IT IN HAND, IT'S BEYOND HOPE.
THE SMOKE WILL CLEAR, BUT THE PAIN WON'T.
BENEATH THAT SHELL
IN THE TEMPLE'S YOUR GOD
ALL ALONE
AT ONE AT ONCE THE TRUTH EMERGED
NOW THERE'S NONE.

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RIGHT TO NOTHING

(T. Victor)
COLD SUNS, LOWERING HIGHS.
ACCENTS ON THE DEPRIVED.
SOLVENCY. WELL, IT HURTS LIKE A BITCH.
CLOSE SHAVE, YOU MAY HAVE GROWN RICH.
BLAST OFF, WAITING ON LINE. SALES PITCH MAKES UP YOUR MIND.
YOU GOT THE RIGHT TO NOTHING.
THE RIGHT TO NOTHINGNESS
RIGHT TO SOMETHING.
THE RIGHT TO NOTHINGNESS
WELL, ALL OF YOUR GOALS AND WHAT YOU'VE BECOME --
SURRENDER NOW! YOU'RE THE SATISFIED ONE.
YOU GOT THE RIGHT TO NOTHING.
THE RIGHT TO NOTHINGNESS
RIGHT TO SOMETHING.
THE RIGHT TO NOTHINGNESS.

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PRIME CUT

(T. Victor-T. Parsons)
SHAKE THE SLAB OF FLESH, TAUNTING FOR A FETCH,
TIME TO RING THE CHIME.
WET THE APPETITE, TEETH ARE GRINDING TIGHT,
REINFORCING LIFE.
DROOLING DOWN THE SIDES, EYES ARE BULGING WIDE
YES THE PRICE IS RIGHT.
THE CUT IS VERY TOUGH, GRISTLES GOOD ENOUGH
THEY ALL NEED A BITE.
NO TOLLING OF THE BELL, JUST THE ONE TO HELL
THERE THEY'LL ALL KNOW.
THIMBLEFUL TO CHANCE, PAY THE LUXURY TAX
DO NOT PASS GO.
TRY AND BRING THE BEEF, SEE WHAT IS TO KEEP
NOT A PRETTY SIGHT.
THE CUT IS VERY TOUGH, YOU BIT THE BIG BLUFF
TAKE ANOTHER BITE.

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JUST THE SAME

(T. Victor-M. Kirlkland-T. Parsons)
THE RETREADS ON THE GO
THOUGHT IT WAS A HOAX
BUT LOOKED AROUND AND SAW IT
READY TO AGAIN EXPLODE
WHEN WILL IT GO AWAY?
TOO BAD IT'S HERE TO STAY.
RECYCLED, NEW IMPROVED, JUMP ON IT AND GET SAFE!
THEY LIKE IT SHALLOW, THEY LIKE IT FAKE
LIKE IT BORROWED
LIKE IT NARROW, LIKE THEIR BRAIN
THEY'RE GONNA SWALLOW
JUST THE SAME
UNDER THE GUISE OF LATE, FOR THOSE BORN TOO LATE
A CONCEPT BENEFACTING A CULTURE IN A NEEDY STATE.
SO WHAT IF IT'S BEEN USED, AS LONG AS NO ONE SUES
JUST REHASH AND TRASH IT FOR THE FOOLS TO USE AND GET SAFE!
THEY LIKE IT SHALLOW, THEY LIKE IT FAKE
LIKE IT BORROWED
LIKE IT NARROW, LIKE THEIR BRAIN
THEY'RE GONNA SWALLOW
JUST THE SAME
GENRES OVER SOLD, SAMPLED AND STOLE.
REDISCOVERED THEMES SO POORLY OVER TOLD.
THE WAGONS ON THE ROAD, WORN OUT THOUGHT ABODE
TIRED STYLE LOST NOW FINDS A NEW HOME.

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THIRD FROM THE SUN

(D. Edge H. Creed)
SEEING THEIR CHILDREN, CAUGHT UP IN THE LATEST FAD
THEIR PARENTS ARE WORRIED, THINKING THEY'VE GONE BAD
EVERYTHING'S THE SAME, NOTHING HAS CHANGED
EVERYTHING'S THE SAME
NOTHING HAS CHANGED; CHANGES TOMORROW
TAKING THEIR AXES, THEY'RE TURNING AN AMBER RED
MAKING A NOISE ABLE TO WAKE THE DEAD.
EVERYTHING'S THE SAME, NOTHING HAS CHANGED
EVERYTHING'S THE SAME
NOTHING HAS CHANGED AT ALL, CHANGED IN OUR WORLD
LOOKING THROUGH WINDOWS ONLY TO SEE THE RAIN.
THE WAY THEY ARE MOVING, GROUND ZERO ATTACK MY BRAIN

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