| MAYDAY!!!
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| Born in the flood
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| Bloody fingerpaint sets
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| Blackmarketed fresh
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| Water canons forget me not
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| Epitaph airbrush with death
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| White t’s
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| Wife beaters
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| Button up Reattach flesh
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| In between the lines
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| Outside of the law
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| Underneath the veil
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| We dig our foundations
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| We navigate the globe
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| Trying to find a pattern to break the mold
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| With a family to feed
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| Theres nowhere we wont go But what if were caught
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| They say Im a snitch
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| Shot at the check point
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| Found with his throat slit
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| Theres spray paint on the teleprompter
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| Anchorman screams that hes seen a monster
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| Mayday
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| Theres bloodstains on his shirt
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| Mayday
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| They say that hes gone berserk
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| Sometimes
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| When I wanna shut out this world
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| Wanna rip up this page
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| Wanna pour out this heart
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| Wanna get up on this stage
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| And my lips become percussion
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| And my fists become the rage
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| And I pound on this table
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| Til it gives me something to say
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| Then I think about things that Ive seen
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| Right in front of me That I dont wanna believe
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| Gimme one of these mikes
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| Lemme letem know
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| The way that it is is not how its gonna be Not if we dont letem get ahead of us The present tensions no threat
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| Its just a fence across the path
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| That were already ready to walk
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| Rock solid footsteps
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| Letem put up obstacles
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| And prove that it isnt possible
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| Fuck that
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| We dont giveem any weight
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| True liberty and freedoms at stake
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| Peace will never become pass
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| Live my life until my last day
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| It was half-past eight in the bat cave
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| When the cracks in the plaster collapsed
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| And gave way to gaps in the pavement
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| Mayday mayday
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| Put it on blast
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| For the passengers and messengers
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| Cause this is a disaster
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| Where the fuck are the rescue workers
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| Not far
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| Off pissing on a cop car
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| In the hall with a poptart
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| Sipping liquor in the rockbar
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| Everyone climb to the frontline
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| Lunchtimes cancelled
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| All hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill
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| Onlookers passers-by shake off that rubble
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| Brush off your shoulders
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| Break free from your standstill
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| Signs of a better world
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| Causes we understand
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| Failures we expected to occur
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| And bring redemption for our sins
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| Safety from the crowds
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| In the shadows on the run
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| We write our own cider house
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| Rules to keep alive
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| Rituals that prove their worth
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| Search for systems we can trust
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| Rhythms we can lock into
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| This is madness salvage teams
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| Can’t bandage
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| Hope when its damaged
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| Or broken compassion
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| Not enough rope in the van when
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| World is collapsing
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| Our mode of action
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| Broadcast through the glass
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| Its all we can manage
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| Donate with the plastic
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| Scraps from the salad
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| Hoping to balance
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| Emotions invalidated
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| And staged on 4:3 aspects
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| Just ballast for sadness
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| Lives shattered are standard
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| Fare for cameras and channels
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| Stare no abracabras
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| No faster answers
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| Or mantras for disasters
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| Remastered and plastered
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| Got it all backwards
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| Do you know the faction your backing
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| Its another man down
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| Another mother gone
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| Child drowned
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| Another silenced song
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| Solitude
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| Another kind of strong
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| I miss you
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| Another strung along
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| Missing in action
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| Another page is blackend burned
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| Turned to ashes to ashes
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| Dust off the flags and the caskets
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| We will never find another you
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| Despite the life of love we knew
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| These lightning times are trouble who
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| Cant count the strikes that punished through
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| The bonds we thought would never break
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| And never will and never fade and never change
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| But there is the rage
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| Of losing you to their mistakes
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| In between the lines
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| Signs of a the next movement
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| Refuge from the crowd
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| Outside of the law
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| Causes we understand
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| Hands that trace
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| Instructions for descendants in the
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| Shadows on the run
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| Underneath the veil
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| Failures we expected to Occur and bring redemption for our sins
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| In between the lines |