You were always on the right side
But never in your right mind
I've always known

No, no, no, that's not convincing enough
You're tired of acting vulnerable You're tired of acting tough
You slipped through the cracks optimism lacking
Find the smoking gun Chekov was probably asking for

You were always on the right side of this statement
Accompanied by all the keys that form this pavement
There's no escape

You don't have the time, don't have the patience
Always looking for an easier way to make this mess
Go away

Stop.  Play it again

Always on the right side
So quick to ask "what's coming up?"
So quick to rewind

Cling to your routines
I think it's clear what this means
You say you need it
Nothing's worth repeating
You could have it all
I know you want it all
But you're not listening
Why can't you just listen to me

You were always on the right side of this statement
Accompanied by all the keys that form this pavement
There's no escape

Because you don't have the time, don't have the patience
Always looking for an easier way to make this mess
Go away

No, no, no, it's not as simple as that
It's the problematic process of accepting the fact
That you've burned all your bridges, locked all your doors,
Barricaded windows, and curled up on the floor
Because everyone annoys you, everything destroys you
Everyone who gives a fuck about you avoids you
Now there's no going back and there's no getting better
Cause you can't hold it back, you can hold it in the palm of your hand

Hey listen up, man

The Right Side

Inflammatory statements making motivations clear
Easily manipulated fears
That we will not survive the coming years, well

All the generations
Lost to general divide

News stations registered as entertainment, exhausting by design
"I won't believe this cause I don't agree with it
This is not fact, this is just your opinion," and

All the information
In the information age is lies

We're gonna wake up someday to the future we deserve
We let them strip away our freedom to feel more secure

And they'll betray the masses
So long as policy survives

Scoreboards comprised of body counts as speculation flies
Comments on outrageous articles, confirmation bias aside

"And once again, it's tragic
But not enough to change our minds"

We're gonna wake up someday to the future we deserve
We let them strip away our freedom to feel more secure

Run, run, run, hashirenai
Run, run, run

Destructive Interference

Running With Chopsticks

Met with muzzles in the hotel hall, and "now get on your knees and crawl, now get on your knees and crawl"

Made it clear, "you make mistakes, you die", but the ending's on the side, the engraving's on the side

Justifying it with "Simon said to do exactly as you're told, do exactly as you're told"

It's just the perks that come along with operating above the law
Hard evidence don't mean that much when it's the justice system we can't trust

Planting the seeds and the powder, it breeds a distrust of the system
They'll face no consequences
Already seen this in cycles of media
Expressing outrage when the outcome was assured

Oddfella had a badge and gun
Oddfella wanted to kill someone
"Oddfella doesn't define us but
Defend the line, defend the line, defend the line, it's them against us"

Oddfella

You say, "I'm a social waste,"
And "I'm just a sad kid with good music taste."
Well your thousand friends don't echo the same,
It's your personality to blame.

You back yourself into a corner of lies.
Your only options are to come clean or hide.
Desired progress means you'll kill to survive.
So keep your story straight and keep passing time.
And still, some people will cry.
They won't see through all your lies.
Now that you have their attention
You can say, "oh, this is goodbye."

Well, enough is enough.
While you post another spam picture begging for retweets and stuff
Because, let's be real here, the public just eats all that up.

You back yourself into a corner of lies.
Your only options are to come clean or hide.
Desired progress means you'll kill to survive.
So keep your story straight and keep passing time.
And still, some people will cry.
They won't see through all your lies.
Now that you have their attention
You can say, "oh, this is goodbye."

So now you open the window
And broadcast your thoughts.
To be heard by all your friends as well as some who'd rather not.
But you make them happy,
That's debatable.
You survive and thrive on being relatable.

You back yourself into a corner of lies.
Your only options are to come clean or hide.
Desired progress means you'll kill to survive.
So keep your story straight and keep passing time.
And even still, some people will cry.
They won't see through all your lies.
Now that you have their attention
You can say, "oh, this is goodbye."

Social

I hold my head just to stop the world from spinning, imagining beginnings takes me
Back to when I was planted on the ground; unmistaken, never shaken, lately
Golden leaf feels the elements and falls, exposing barren walls
Why has this become so difficult?  I know I'm not alone, but not enough

Pull rose wool from eyes, it's always obvious but
Cloudy present lies drown out the confidence and 
I don't wanna know
Is this all for show?

Apathetic apprehension, call-in questions, calling me back home, but I can't go back alone
It's a game and now that you mention all these planes have lost their texture, oh
As I cause a shift in the balance, I know it's hard to fathom this but
Everything is shifted into overdrive, or maybe it's just my gears that grind to a halt

Shifter

The search for comfort carries on
Rooftop scenes and faces gone

Hoping that I've found where I belong

No one's coming back for me
No one's coming back for me

And particles are sent astray
As we succumb to the decay

Go back to the rooftop and shout your problems away

No one's coming back for me
No one's coming back for me

Rooftop

Nobody knows just what the future holds
But unmet expectations do get old

I know I'm working all my life away
I'm sacrificing my health to get payed

Done feeling bad?
Oh, what fun you've had!
And though it's coming back,
At least it won't come back tomorrow.

I've fought the current, well I've tried my best
I'll grab this branch for momentary rest

Oh no, no, no, please don't misunderstand
It's not like I'm not doing all I can

Done feeling bad?
Oh, what fun you've had!
Just know it's coming back,
And yes, it's coming back tomorrow.
Maybe it's coming back today

I just need some understanding and
I don't need no helping hand from you
I just need some understanding and
I don't need you so get the fuck out of the way

Understanding

It's not quite your fault yet it's not quite mine
It just happens to be a consequence of passing time

It's just another happy accident
Where did we go wrong?
I guess we won't find out unless this song is done

It's just a broken record player
We've gone through this before
Another time around again

I'm just a broken radio
Calling out alone
It's 3 o'clock on a Saturday when I figure it out

Broken Record Player

Give me the addresses and names of the 
Dissidents who viewed that domain
Tacticool and hate speech on tshirts
We'll forget by next week or next verse
Shocking newsflash!  Recycled headlines
This is all intentional, they are

Counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence

Please don't look, there's nothing to find, wait
What was this supposed to remind me of?
Oh yes
Skip the groove, go back to the first part
Indecision grapples the heart
You don't belong
Waiting patiently for reactions
Looking back through rose-tinted glasses is wrong

They're counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence
Counting on radio silence

The Birdwatchers

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