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Metapunk Hero
02:49
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Tell us everything we want to hear...
We're bound by books that feel like fascist toilet paper
And I'd rather wipe my ass with my hand
We were weakened at the knees, eager to appease
Sick of all this shit, carrots on a stick
Some may feel this future is so much better
But I saw the writing on the wall
Are you afraid of what a judge might tell you
Are you afraid of who you really are?
I've got a bounty on my head
For starting up a coup against this cult of ignorance
The color of a lie shines through
The beauty of the truth unknown
We've been waiting for a change
Some may feel this future is so much better
But I saw the writing on the wall
Are you afraid of what a judge might tell you
Are you afraid of who you really are?
They tell us everything we want to hear
But a question from the people falls on deaf ears
We are your metapunk heroes
Here to save you from this never ending free fall
They tell us everything we want to hear
But a question from the people falls on deaf ears
We are your metapunk heroes
Here to save you from this never ending free fall
... here to hold you in our never ending free fall
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2. |
Old Soles
03:09
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When we were younger I swear I was a little thinner
Maybe because I was a one eyed jack
No suicide kings, or queen of hearts to thin the heard
We weren't suited as the aces we thought we were
I swear we were deathcore
Turns out I was wrong all along
Generations of extraordinary soldiers have marched
One thousand miles in your shoes
They're the one's who have painted your white roses red
I will help you water them
Are we done for in this final hope of being like you
Will you keep your promises
We've done all that you asked us to do
Your castle built on top of all our dreams has collapsed
We never lacked foundation, guess they never built us to last
I swear we were death core
Turns out I was wrong all along
Generations of extraordinary soldiers have marched
One thousand miles in your shoes
They're the one's who have painted your white roses red
I will help you water them
You called us your finest, then cut off our heads
The lights went out, I sat there calling to myself
You called us your finest, then cut off our heads
The lights went out, I sat there calling to myself
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3. |
Standing Alone, Together
03:35
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As I look around the room I see butterflies and colorful cakes
The desserts we used to have, after we cleaned our plates
Little did they know there was lots left,
Our plates were so full, we had to bin the rest
It was such a waste
Bring me your problems to solve, bring me to your salvation
I want you to know, just how this feels
We jumped through skipping ropes on concrete yards
We've lived through a mess of sorrow
So call it what you want, but I'm still your friend
Through the highest of the lows
This is where I stand....this is where...
You picked me up before my house of cards could collapse
With the contrast of my apology, it creates a portrait
Of my mediocrity.
I've been called something of the worst variety
They found something deep inside of me
A worm hole they called my life, with you on the other side.
We jumped through skipping ropes on concrete yards
We've lived through a mess of sorrow
So call it what you want, but I'm still your friend
Through the highest of the lows
Building our lives towards a new foundation
Hoping for a catalyst to bring out a realization
This is where I stand.
This is where I stand
This is where I stand
In the end we all fall
.... so pick up my hand.
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4. |
Worn Hearts
03:07
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These were the best days of my life, you turned them upside...down
I feel your prying eyes, glaring through my soul
I've got nothing to hide here from you, I won't be the one who's left alone
Truth be told it might not be, what we want to hear
There's no one coming to save me
This old canvas is still so blank
Why should I bother (should I bother)
Was there an easier way
Can't you feel it when you close your eyes
When did I lose you (did I lose you)
Every well runs dry
Tried to hang onto the things I loathe the most
You were brought into this friendship, like a parasite to a host
You'd think it's 1994, the 'nucks already lost
But how I stand alone with my heart
Please don't wear it out
This old canvas is still so blank
Why should I bother (should I bother)
Was there an easier way
Can't you feel it when you close your eyes
When did I lose you (did I lose you)
Every well runs dry
Finally realized that what we had was impure
My life was put on hold for you
As if I thought I couldn't choose
Being stuck in a dream
Living in a lie
This old canvas is still so blank
Why should I bother (should I bother)
Was there an easier way
Can't you feel it when you close your eyes
When did I lose you (did I lose you)
Every well runs dry
I sit here thinking, it was worth a try....
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Pidgin Victoria, British Columbia
JUSTIN LEE
(vocals // guitar)
JACOB REDLIN
(drums)
ESTEBAN BOWMAN
(bass)
Based on Vancouver Island, 3 guys writing songs and playing shows.
.Support your scene.
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