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Fermi
04:18
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Taken in isolation, taken out of context, the grey matter evaporates. Kids stories, fairy tales we like to tell ourselves. Set your limits. We're always under threat. Reverse the situation. Ask where all this came from. Reparations owed. This can't go on, this can't go on. Draw parallels between the incomparable, the incompatible. Repeat mistakes expecting different results. This is where we'll end up. History repeats. Reverse the situation. Ask where all this came from. Reparations owed. This can't go on, this can't go on. Flee the same shells. Export consequence. Flee the same shells. Ignore the process.
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Commodity
04:11
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Last night I dreamt of training to be a doctor. It's hard when it's all you have to look up to. Lack cohesion or the will to face the day. Saddled with the price of ambition, I can't even scratch the surface. And I read somewhere that all the best minds are lost on fields and factory floors. No man's an island. Our common ground. Turn against our one defining factor. There's a growing sense of entrapment. This can't remain a question of economics, a chance to define our own existence. We set our own restraints. And I read somewhere that all the best minds are lost on fields and factory floors. No man's an island. Our common ground. It'll drain away as you try to add it up. We set our own restraints. It'll drain away as you try to add it up. We set our own restraints. It'll drain away as you try to add it up.
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Spin
03:23
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What's the point when the result's a scrawl on a petition? We always look back in anger, slump into submission. Turn on logic and discount the inconvenient. Spiral down. Don't let them in. Keep it spinning. Is this your strategy? Who's pouring the fuel? Comprehend what's at stake. Cement simplistic narratives, we flip to pick our sides. Tried climbing out, waiting for a spark. And everyone I know feels like breaking down. Removed from decision, dropped in our name. Spiral down. Don't let them in. Keep it spinning. And all they can hear is the sound of applause, ringing through their ears, the last remaining walls.
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Return
03:52
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Shed our skin, stare at the turnoff. Crash landing, course in retrospect. Standing still. Eternal return.
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Deadlines Cardiff, UK
Aggro pop-punk. Formed late 2013.
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