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Home Office
01:44
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All your bullshit lies, all your bullshit words
Every self-righteous move, all the people you hurt
Lives you destroy, tactics you deploy
The mess you made
This is no threat, I just have an idea
Of a new kind of work, you could pay me to not tell anyone
I don’t have to show up
I can do this from home
Home office days
Home office weeks, home office years
Now you pay me for keeping my mouth shut
While you pay me I’m building an army
And someday we’ll smash your whole fucking empire to pieces
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Silvio
02:38
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Reminds me of Silvio - even if he falls
Sex, drugs and politics
Grin, grin, grin, grin to win
Where has all the money gone?
Adult entertainment parties
Where has all the money gone?
17 year old hookers
And I re-elect him
Even if he falls, he’s the living proof
That the fucking system works
The mighty stay on top and the rich stay rich
That’s what they learn at their elite universities
Let us all re-elect him
So he can fuck more minors
Let us all re-elect him
Pay for all the abortions
And you re-elect him
Where has all the money gone?
Adult entertainment parties
Where has all the money gone?
17 year old hookers
And we re-elect him
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Bachelor of Arts
03:07
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See, I have been there and I’ve done that
Forget what you’re told to do
Let’s be there and let’s do it again
Let’s rent a room with a view
All these buildings, all these paintings
And all the coffee in this world
Two lovers will always have Venice
Just a memory away
Well on the way to, to become a Bachelor of Arts
Collecting Credit Points every single day
While no Master of Science can explain
Why we feel this way about life
Why it feels so overwhelming
To be a part of this
Let there be life, it’s all happening
At times you need to take a break
Regeneration sets in
You wake up as version 2.0
Today I drive and we connect
I listen closely as he speaks
About his boy smiling back at him
The magic moments are free…
Here today and tomorrow
Maybe midnight in Rome
Maybe a bar in Amsterdam
Or an evening at home
Sometimes you will have to face
Dark clouds on a rainy day
The heavy weather will pass
Life will always find a way
Well on the way to, to become a Bachelor of Arts
Collecting Credit Points every single day
While no Master of Science can explain
Why we feel this way about life
Why it feels so overwhelming
To be a part of this
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Wax Melting Away
02:43
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At first sight I didn’t like you
you were looking kind of cheap
you were the one I could afford then
you were there, I was in need
now it’s been six whole years together
six years of pain and pleasure
six years, I wanna quit it
but I can’t - too deep I’m in it
Yeah I’m a slave
a slave to this machine
step by step it’s killing me
bound and gagged by a screen
I’m fucking wax, yeah I’m a slave
a slave to this machine
step by step it’s killing me
bound and gagged by a screen
I’m fucking wax melting away
Soon you’ve won me over
got high on digital booze
now I can’t stand to be sober
I fear I’ve started to lose
my shape, my mind, my power
don’t wanna lose it, no, I don’t
but you own me, I can’t leave you
oh, please leave me ‘cause I won’t
‘Cause I’m a slave
a slave to this machine
step by step it’s killing me
bound and gagged by a screen
I’m fucking wax, yeah I’m a slave
a slave to this machine
step by step it’s killing me
bound and gagged by a screen
I’m fucking wax in her hands
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Going for Cigarettes
05:51
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Still cannot identify with you
Why is it impossible to fit in?
Why are we tired of working for the greater good?
Maybe it’s not so good after all
Maybe it’s because your life tastes like death
Maybe it’s because your truth tastes like a lie
And even if you smile and say we don’t get it
We can see clearly you regret it
Ten years from now I see you standing there with kids and wife
In your garage - a shiny dick with four wheels
All work and no play made Jack a dull boy
You fucking give, give, give, give - it’s never enough
Maybe it’s because your life tastes like death
Maybe it’s because you gave up back then
And even if you smile and say we don’t get it
We can see clearly you regret it
But there’s a way out
You can always go for cigarettes and never come back
And suicide is always an option
Peyton’s right: people always leave
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