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My Better Half
02:00
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I would engage the world as my ally
I would engage the world
Against jealous fear and bitter ambition
That only aspires to the done and the dead
I went down to the sea
Don't care if you don't believe me
It spoke to me about my life
It spoke with the voice of reason
It told me to risk it all with the chance of nothing returned
Isn't that the task of love?
Isn't that the challenge of love today?
I went down to the sea
Don't care if you don't believe me
It spoke to me about my life
It spoke with the voice of reason
It told me to risk it all with the chance of nothing returned
Why do we make it so hard?
Why live our lives in distance?
Why do we make it so hard?
I thought life should be a chance to defeat statistics
I thought life should be a chance
And if sometimes I don't pursue it
The sea speaks my better half
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2. |
Sorry not Sorry
03:23
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Say what you want to say.
What you need is a stick in the eye.
Spend all the loans on praise and revere.
But no one means a word they say.
Born at the top.
Born to believe that we’re true sworn enemies.
They love it.
They love it.
No one means a word they say.
You got it.
But you ooze hypocrisy.
The cars are burning.
Wait. Are we laughing at the right clown?
or did I dream it?
Say that you’re sorry to offend now but don’t mean it.
No apologies. All apologies.
No one means a word they say.
Say you’re gonna try to make things right but you ooze hypocrisy.
You got it.
Your crime is not important.
It’s time to appear to pick a side.
A prime example of a decline of reason in the mind
Wait. Are we laughing at the right clown?
or did I dream it?
Say that you’re sorry to offend now but don’t mean it.
Wait. Are we laughing at the right clown?
Yeah I dreamed it.
Empty promises/false promises.
Can’t believe a word they say.
You’re scared because they’re right.
You’re scared because you’re blind.
All alone in the middle of the mob line.
All alone in the middle of the mob line.
You’re scared.
You’re scared.
You’re scared.
All alone in the middle of the mob line.
All alone in the middle of the mob line.
Say what you want to say.
What you need is a stick in the eye.
Say what you want to say.
What you need is a stick in the eye.
Your crime is not important.
It’s time to appear to pick a side.
A prime example of a decline of reason in the mind.
Wait. Are we laughing at the right clown?
or did I dream it?
Say that you’re sorry to offend now but don’t mean it.
Wait. Are we laughing at the right clown?
Yeah I dreamed it.
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3. |
On The Beat (Acoustic)
03:59
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You’re telling me that it’s complicated.
Now I see we’re becoming jaded.
We’re dying now, but this is about you.
A beat cop on patrol relaying a point of view that we’re all displaying.
You’re trying now, to reason above you.
Push and bleed and show us we fear them.
Sell more violence.
Insomniac, try to settle down.
Because the truth is biting back and they can see you now.
The blue set to attack.
Try to settle down.
Because the truth is biting back and they can see you now.
You’re telling me that I overstated the giant wound that we all created.
We’re crying out, and now this is on you.
Click. Post. Eyes are glued.
Relating raw skin primed for mutilating.
You’re lying now, but this never was true.
You’re telling me that it’s complicated.
Now I know that we’re satiated.
It’s over now.
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BREAK TO BROKEN Richmond, Virginia
BREAK TO BROKEN formed in October 2020. Eli Nowak and Justin Rauschkolb of New Jersey and Virginia, respectively, were brought together by Clinton Maher, an Aussie looking for like-minded collaborators to help pull through his vision for a virtual music project. ... more
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