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Identity Lost
03:57
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Stuck between a rock and a hard place
If you wanna make out alive you need a game face
If you're lucky you can work minimum wage
Stretch your legs at feeding time but you still live in a cage
No- We're lost and we got, got nowhere to Go
We don't know who we're supposed to be
Searching for an identity
But what about the lost ones just floating down the stream
A far cry from the young guns buying their futures at ivy leagues
You didn't buy into the suburban dream
What your future holds it remains to be seen
Don't let them make you feel worthless, you'll figure out what you've got to give.
We're losing a generation to self-loathing and apathy
Emptiness and alienation is what we seem to breed.
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Hope and Apathy
04:06
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My life sometimes is like a sinking ship
Just like a few of my past relationships
Like running in the dark near the edge of a cliff
Im always moving the fan a little closer to the shit,
Like smoking 40 a day when you've been told to quit
Refusing to believe that its making you sick
Well I can handle curve balls but you're throwing me bricks,
Now im whining like a self-indulgent prick
Well hold on, hold on.
This is the road I chose so I should deal with it
And I can't imagine being any different
I got no choice but keep keeping on
Cos without these songs I got nothing at all
It's gona take a little time, take a little patience
Is it optimism or desparation, that keeps me sane in the midst of this
Well at this stage I don't know the difference
Well hold on, hold on.
A little bit of hope, A little bit of apathy, A little bit of anger, A little bit of fear.
My life sometimes is like a sinking ship
Just like a few of my past relationships
Like running in the dark near the edge of a cliff
Im always moving the fan a little closer to the shit,
I'd like to think that im a complex man
Mysterious and intricate and hard to understand
But im as simple as they come nothing much to me
I consist of nothing more than;
A little bit of hope, A little bit of apathy, A little bit of anger, A little bit of fear.
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Operation Condor
03:47
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Can you hear the echoes, carried as the wind blows, the voices of these lost ghosts,
They're crying out yea, begging to be heard and asking for resolution,
What they're longing for is nothing more than for thew guilty to be held accountable
Do these peoples lives mean nothin'? faces long forgotten,
And I wonder do they haunt you, Or does your conscience hide behind your virture?
To this very day, the blame still shrugged away
By the shit head diplomats and the CIA
But for every victim of their shadowy interventions
Theres a fighting heart and soul who knows them for what they are
We live in hope that, some day we'll make you choke and
You'll be repayed for what you've done a hundred fold.
So this little ditty's for you Henry (the cunt kissinger),
Your buddies Nixon and Thatcher too Henry,
It makes me fuckin sick that you're still sleeping warm at night
You don't deserve a single breath in your muderous fuckin' lungs.
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Empty Lungs Belfast, UK
Empty Lungs play passionate, angry and catchy music that draws influence from punk, post-hardcore, indie rock and folk.
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