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The Worst In Me (Live)

Aftermath

Country Girl

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Lyrics: 
If I had a death note
I would write my name on every page
Hear them talking shit over my headphones
Every single word that they say
Even if I could I wouldn’t let go
Maybe I’m addicted to the pain
Why is every day so uneventful
I just get more of the same, more of the same

I’m such a loser, swear to god I’m the worst
I always fuck everything up it’s a curse
And I can’t even catch a break when everybody’s in my way
I’m such a loser swear to god I’m the worst

Fuck you
Maybe I don’t wanna be saved
Damage in my brain that I can’t undo
I’m more than just a little insane
Please don’t ever ask me what I’m up to
You don’t wanna hear what I’mma say
Smith & Wesson hanging out the sun roof
I might end up MIA (MIA)

I’m such a loser, swear to god I’m the worst
I always fuck everything up it’s a curse
And I can’t even catch a break when everybody’s in my way
I’m such a loser swear to god I’m the worst

If I had a death note
I would write my name on every page
Hear them talking shit over my headphones
Every single word that they say
If I had a death note
I would write my name on every page
Hear them talking shit over my headphones
Every single word that they say

I’m such a loser, swear to god I’m the worst
I always fuck everything up it’s a curse
And I can’t even catch a break when everybody’s in my way
I’m such a loser swear to god I’m the worst
I’m the worst
I’m the worst

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Dark Days (feat. Jeris Johnson)

Cyberhex

Cyberhex (feat. Lindsay Schoolcraft)

Momentum-Relapse

“Ten to twelve percent. A fraction of the ledger. Imagine.”

We count the cost in rust and shadow, balance books on graves,
Line-item souls sold quietly to fuel another wave.
Children’s mouths turned ledger-deep, cries stamped ‘not due’,
We build our towers from other people’s residue.

What is money but a mirror that refuses to reflect?
A currency of silence, a contract with neglect.

If we cut the strings, if we shift the sum,
The famine ends — the cages come undone.
Two point four trillion ghosts of iron laid to rest,
We could raise a world from the ruins of our chest.

Change the math — change the world.

Machines will keep the mills, the gears will learn our names,
No longer shackled labor to the slow and hungry games.
With steel unspent and arsenals undone, the climate breathes again,
But greed re-stitches borders, pins the future with a pen.

“It’s not the tech that kills utopia — it’s the hunger for power.”

If we cut the strings, if we shift the sum,
The hunger fades — the night becomes undone.
Hands that dug the graves can lift and make amends,
When profit is a ledger that chooses to defend.

Imagine— free hands, free mouths, a harvest unconfined.

Imagine— bullet-songs replaced by waterlines.
We hold the key within a change of mind.

2.4 — the number on the tombstone of their trade

Spend the armaments, feed the seas, stop the cavalcade

Cut the budgets of the bombs — plant the gardens of the brave.

If the economics of meaning breaks, if labor becomes a relic,
What shall we build? What will we choose? Will we hoard or will we fix?

We cut the strings — we shifted the sum,
The famine ends, the people become.
No longer currency for pain, no longer bought and sold,
A calculation for the many — a future brave and bold.

The only barrier was hunger for power —
We can choose otherwise.

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The Worst In Me

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