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Earth Day (single edit)
04:17
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Earth Day
The sun is coming up
The heat is filling my room
Another summer day
Hitting my window
But there’s no warmth in my soul
Just heavy traces of gloom
Small signs of hell
All over this city
Cause there’s nothing to be proud of
When everything’s dying around you
No there’s nothing to be proud of
When your hopes are dying out
Everything is coated in fear
I can see my life getting smaller
Everything’s bound to disappear
And life is just getting harder
We’re all drifting
Towards apocalypse
So let’s pretend everything’s fine
And go out in the streets
Let’s pretend everything’s worth it
While we go to work
But my soul is burning
I can smell its ashes floating
I don’t think that there’s a way out
From this terrible story
Cause we all know who’s to blame
The powerful people with empty hearts
They got the money but no shame
And they keep accelerating
Cause we all know who’s to blame
We are all in this together
We’re all addicted to this game
Even if we know its dire outcome
Love can’t save us
Love can’t save the world
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Core (exclusive b-side)
04:28
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Core
Walking through a storm
Of glass and molten iron
It’s burning my skin
But I must go through
Feeling as the hot wind
Peels garbage off my skin
All the weight I’ve been carrying
Gets slowly ripped off me
The wildest flood
Is sometimes the best way
To start a new life
In this violent mess
I get beaten and hurt
But I know it’s for the best
All these chunks of stone
I thought they were parts of me
But now deep in my bones
I know the taste of liberty
I smell fire and fury
Distorted sounds that taste bad
Yeah this is hell I’m going through
But there’s a new life ahead
The harder it feels
The better it gets
Now I’m a broken man
But I can finally feel my core
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Man (exclusive b-side)
04:22
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MAN
I’m knocking on your door
I’m knocking on your door
It’s my world
It’s my city
It’s my feelings
Yeah you hurt me
I built this world
I made it for me
I made all of this
But you didn’t thank me and you gotta pay
You’re just someone to possess
You’re just someone to possess
It’s written in my books
It’s all over the place
It’s in the streets and in the bars
It’s at home when you’re alone
I want to get inside your mind
The way I get inside your body
I want to see the world with your eyes
And check if you worship me
Because the power is mine
You shouldn’t run away from me
I have to make sure that things are right
That’s why I also shaped justice
I’m here inside your mind
I’m here inside your mind
I’ll make sure your home is mine
I’ll make sure your school is mine
I’ll make sure your love is mine
I’ll make sure your life is mine
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Don’t Break This Rhythm
Don't break this rhythm, don't break this motion
All this momentum keeps stealing through
Across the cornfields, through all the marshland
There's nothing gonna stop this thing
Clear the trees, burn the brushwood
Bring the diggers in, I'm gonna move this earth
Lay the big stones, put down the sleepers
Haul the steel in, I will beat this land
Don't care how but, I'm coming through here
Whatever it takes, oh
Don't break this rhythm, don't break this motion
We work together in sympathy
Right through these fences, cut through the stone walls
Dig out the tunnels from a solid stone
There she is, but so surrounded
All those fancy men with soft white hands
Come all this distance, that should be me there
Whatever it takes (whatever it takes), oh
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