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Modern Western World
03:27
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This is the modern western world, we've got modern medicine
We don't need those institutions built on fear of sin
Years removed from our first times high, we've got nothing left to lose
I never walked on you but still your back is bruised
Step inside your mind to hide from all this tragedy
Cause I can't find the words to calm your deep anxiety
Are we done? I can't read your mind
This is a fucking police state, I can't turn my eyes away
But I gotta get home, I've been sleeping alone in my car for days
Billboards pass in the nighttime sky, I'm getting back further east
I'm in my head and I'm up in arms and I'm on my knees
Step inside your mind to hide from all this tragedy
Cause I can't find the words to calm your deep anxiety
Are we done? I can't read your mind
Working hard while I fantasize about a free ride
Gotta get down out of the mountains to the seaside
We need a U.B.I.
Are we done? I can't read your mind
Are we trying to find a bunker to hide in the atomic fallout with a line to call out?
Are we done? I can't read your mind
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Comfort
03:56
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Get yourself to college
Yell if you're lucky
Shut that shit down
Get yourself a loud one
There's comfort in your shelter
There's comfort in your clan
There's comfort in what you're sold
There's comfort in rock and roll
Why am I a voice still?
Nothing left to say
I accept the payback
After centuries of marginalization
and colonization
There's comfort in what you're told
There's comfort in rock and roll
There's comfort in the process
A spirit in the walls
Erected in unfairness
There's comfort in your silence
and comfort in your blindness
There's comfort in rock and roll
and comfort in your privilege
There's comfort in the version of history that you learn when you're a kid
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The Blindness
03:34
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I was face to face with hope but then I turned away and set out on my own
Thought I might control the chaos of the world as if I sat upon a throne
Even though I turned my back on more than one occasion, hope kept coming home
To show me love, show me kindness, show me how to make it through the blindness
I was once a wilted flower on the ignored side of a display case
I was reaching out into the dark unable to identify my place
I could almost feel the crushing weight approaching, then a final saving grace
showed me love, showed me kindness, showed me how to make it through the blindness
You try to push your good down
It always finds a way to stick around
I was defensive without reason, a child picking bark off a tree
I was frightened, I was lonely, unaware of all that was coming for me
I was almost blown away, then the wind turned into a gentle breeze and
showed me love, showed me kindness, showed me how to make it through the blindness
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Come To Your Senses
03:48
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What did you do? I could have told you so
These kinds of things you gotta see right through
They're gonna break you down to your low
They're gonna tell you what you gotta do
You're gonna run in place for a while
Before you turn around and see
Them kinds of people with the confident tone
Are gonna sell you what you gotta be
You gotta come to your senses
Don't wanna rot in a dayless room
Now come to your senses
Not too fast, not too soon
They can fake it and you'll take it
At the fork in the road you chose to exclude
And now here we are, both something on our minds
but muzzles are our mouths, think we've fallen behind
What did you do? I could have told you so
They're gonna send you out to recruit
You're gonna want to have a confrontation
with every self help organization
People live long in denial
before they fall down to their knees
A lot of people like to give instruction
A lot more like to receive
Now come to your senses
Don't wanna rot in a dayless room
Now come to your senses
Not too fast, not too soon
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