1. |
Foggy Monday
01:49
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Instrumental
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When the clock strikes doomsday, who will you blame
When there's nothing left to save, where will you play your game
When the logic washes away, will you still be brave
When father time goes insane, would your mind change
Sing it out, oh, oh
Sing it out, oh, oh
When the clock strikes doomsday, would your mind change
When there's nothing left to save, will you still be brave
When the logic washes away, where will you play your game
When father time goes insane, who will you blame
Sing it out, oh, oh
Sing it out, oh, oh
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3. |
Headline After Headline
04:36
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Headline after headline disasters come our way
Looking at the madness we've built, what do we even say
There's no time for reason when life is led by fear
Tonight we dine in hell but we can toast right here
This place is barely holding together
Why don't we run away forever
Day after day the sadness comes our way
How are we supposed to move on, so set in our ways
There ain't space for comfort when life is led by fear
Nothing to believe in, future so unclear
This place is barely holding together
Why don't we run away forever
We fight until we die together
Why don't we run away forever
[Guitar solo]
Headline after headline, disasters come our way
How are we supposed to move on, so set in our ways
There's no time for reason when life is led by fear
Tonight we dine in hell but we can toast right here
This place is barely holding together
Why don't we run away forever
We fight until we die together
Why don't we run away forever
[Guitar solo]
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4. |
New World Disorder I
02:31
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We're goin' deep into Victorian ages
Even bygone diseases getting modern cases
Even supremacy is being sung high praises
Even hope disappearing and it leaves no traces
Teacher sayin' we're infallible, I say that is laughable
Laffy Taffy stuck between your teeth, you're talkin' bullshit
Curriculum, you know it
Nothin' you can preach to make me think we didn't blow it
Before you get all snide, building up your pride, about how far we've come
Hate to admit it but our work here is far from done
We have the means to make it right and we are not one
You must be blind if you don't see where I am comin' from
We're goin' deep into the darkest ages
Even ancient oppression getting modern cases
Even the bloody battle's being sung high praises
And we are disappearing as we leave sharp traces
This is the new world disorder
Lines blurred from freedom and torture
This is the new world disorder
Warheads are just 'round the corner
Used to laugh when they held their signs up, reading
'THE END IS NEAR' in red letters on cardboard, bleeding
But someday soon I'll make my own and I will leave them
up in the code where everyone will see them
This is not a drill, not a movie still
Nothing for it but a little stronger will
Ain't no happy pill to flush away the chaos when it's drowning me
Is it so crazy sayin' death can make us free
We're goin' deep into the darkest ages
Even ancient oppression getting modern faces
Even our violence is being sung high praises
And we are disappearing as we leave sharp traces
This is the new world disorder
Our chapter has no author
This is the new world disorder
Relief is just 'round the corner
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5. |
New World Disorder II
02:14
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Something no one needs to say: yesterday is not today
Listen honey, things will change, their beliefs may rearrange
No one's here to please you, erase themselves to ease you
We're not going anywhere, we are boomin', we are human
We lack capacity to care, if our skin or features hurt you
Take a swim in our sea, come contract the sweet disease
New world disorder
We don't have to look like you to call this world our home too
No one is your subject, as we are, we're perfect
We're not going anywhere, we are boomin', we are human
We lack capacity to care if our mere existence hurts you
Take a swim in our sea, come contract the sweet disease
New world disorder
New world disorder
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6. |
Break the Silence
03:12
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Ever wanted to put your fire out, it's okay
I'm no stranger to self destructive doubts every day
Told myself it don't really matter, told myself no one really cares
No, it's a lie, lie, lie, come break the silence with me
We have to try, try, try to make it better for you and me
Ever wanted to scream "just put me out of my misery"
Self deprecation can get so fucking loud, my world burns around me
Told myself I should be much stronger, that I'm weak 'cause I cry for help
No, it's a lie, lie, lie, come break the silence with me
We have to try, try, try, to make it better for you and me
[Guitar solo]
Yes, it's a lie, lie, lie, come break the silence with me
We have to try, try, try, to make it better for you and me
Yes, it's a lie, lie, lie, come break the silence with me
We have to try, try, try, the stigma can't hold you down, you're free
The stigma can't hold you down, you're free
The stigma can't hold you down, you're free
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7. |
The Music Industry Song
02:34
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I really want to write a song about how capitalism sucks
And then I'll sell it to the highest bidder and then we both will
Use you like the coffee can that Todd learned how to play his drums on
Say we'll stand up to the man, you'll parrot it and be so dumbed down
And my fanbase grows in size, and then I will pretend to be your friend
In the end
I'm really rich thanks to this song, capitalism ain't too bad
Enslaved forever to the highest bidder but I'm not too mad
Living in my coffee can and now the people play their drums on
Looks like I've become the man, the situation's not so dumbed down
And my fanbase falls apart, and then I post online and beg for friends
In the end
I want to write another song about how capitalism sucks
And then I'll hide it from the highest bidder and then I will
Sit down on my coffee can and this is where I'll play my songs on
And I'll stand up to the man, remember that I shouldn't dumb down
And my fanbase fizzles out, and it seems I drove away my friends
In the end
Well, on second thought
I really want to sell a song about how capitalism sucks
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8. |
More Than Meets the Eye
07:18
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The earth is in constant motion, feel the pulse and the breath
We live under the notion that we're always near the end
We're always near the end
The colour of the water, the tension in the air
Relations running hotter, though it feels like no one cares
Does anybody care
Don't you see, there is more than meets the eye
Could it be that we've lost to our own pride
The earth is in fragile balance, pollution and the pure
Are we up to the challenge, of making tomorrow secure
Let's make tomorrow secure
This world, it needs some changin' from each and every one
And no amount of prayin' is gonna get it done
It won't get it done
Don't you see, there is more than meets the eye
Could it be that we've lost to our own pride
[Keyboard soli]
We are near calamity, there is no infinity
We have reached the breaking point, we ignore in blissful joy
[Synth solo]
Don't you see, there is more than meets the eye
Could it be that we've lost to our own pride
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9. |
Midnight
06:51
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The belfry man stands alone on the tower, the fate was written all along
Struck the chord bringing on the final hour and the bells sing the downbeat of their song
Why did you wait until midnight to search for the sun
The price you pay is your hindsight, this is what you've won
What's left to say, nowhere to run
And the chances to rethink had piled around you, a time to challenge what you know
As the fatal warning signs surround you, you find comfort in the status quo
Why did you wait until midnight to search for the sun
The price you pay is your hindsight, this is what you've won
Why did you wait until midnight to right the wrong
What's left to say in your hindsight, nowhere to run
Nowhere to run
[Guitar solo]
Why did you wait until midnight to search for the sun
The price you pay is your hindsight, this is what you've won
Why did you wait until midnight to right the wrong
What's left to say in your hindsight, there's nowhere to run
Nowhere to run
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10. |
The Canvas Is Complete
00:32
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Everyone says goodbye sometimes, wrap the chapter up nice and neat
Everyone's gotta move on sometimes, the canvas is complete
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Robbie Brown Lansing, Michigan
I write music about the human condition, driven by soundscapes inspired from a broad range of metal, rock, and R&B.
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