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I walk these roads an outcast, hanging my head in shame
As the smell of cannabis and loss of innocence is polluting our hearts and lives
Your city of champions is losing its luster. The carefree youth with no idea of morals
And I only feel safe on the interstate, looking back on the trauma and sighing
My heart yearns for change and a revival
I can’t survive on my own in this ill-bred place
My subconsciousness turns me to the west
With a smile on my face
2:26 AM - Looking out my window all I fucking see is a dead end town
A dead end town
A dead end town
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Bitchin' Chimera
01:10
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It's becoming clear to me that reality and my dreams can't coincide.
I rely on false hope for comfort and a place to hide.
This world is caving through, and there's nothing to grab onto.
I don't need a miracle, I just need a hand to hold.
I'm begging for another shot at happiness.
My will to go on hangs in balance.
And I'm starting to question, if digging up old dreams is the same as digging my grave.
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These streets have nothing left to offer me
Empty eyes and bold faced lies
My regrets turn into permanent scars
I've numbed the pain but the hatred remains
I lost the will to go down fighting
I can no longer turn and face my enemies
I'll leave this place with a sigh and a smile
Forever haunted by the memories
I have names in my veins as reminders
That I have a tendency to burn my wick at both ends
I need to get away and find my bearings
And anything to keep my sanity from tearing
I wont let it end here
I wont let it end here (x2)
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I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president...
Carter Power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!
[Chorus:]
California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California
Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay!
[Chorus]
Now it is 1984
Knock-knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece
Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower.
DIE on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
When you mess with President Brown
[Chorus]
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I’ve got my own brand of patriotism.
It comes with nights of emptiness, where I show my true colors.
The real meaning of independence.
I’m hanging this flag as a warning for you to keep your range.
It’ll be better if you keep your distance.
It’ll be better if you just keep away.
I am marching to the beat of a dead horse.
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Shock Treatment
02:05
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Restless nights, just me and my past mistakes.
In a sea of chemicals that only numb the headaches.
I’m not one to give up without a fight.
But I’ll be damned if I keep giving you your fill of spite.
I would have let this slide, and I would try my best to hide.
But now the damn is leaking, and my dispassion is disappearing.
And now the story ends with the days of pretend.
I can stand on my own again. I can finally make amends.
My skin toughens and my nerves go numb (x4)
I can stand on my own again. I can finally make amends.
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Settle
03:21
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I'm looking for the person that can walk on water
That can help me conquer my fear of drowning.
But all my efforts give me sleepless nights
And my head is pounding
I was never one to pitty sinners
And you were never one to sober
I just want us to rebuild our wall
Before our hopes and dreams are flood over
When you find yourself focusing on past desires
You start to lose your sight of making it through the day
I rely on memories to keep me sane
As we struggle to find anything to gain
I have no hope to settle my nerves
Just the fear that my feet will fall on me
No motivation to help me sleep
Just the fantasies that keep me awake while I fucking weep
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Shortfall Wilmington, Massachusetts
We are a Screamo/Emotional Hardcore band from the Merrimack Valley Area started in May of 2012. We have been playing shows
all around, come support us and the other local bands we play with.
Current Line Up:
Nick Deming- Guitar
Connor Farnham- Guitar/Vocals
Alex Ball- Bass/Vocals
Josh Rumple- Drums
Kevin has departed from the band.
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