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Opinion Circus

by The Disorientals

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1.
I've got the key to the throne of our tyrannical leader Jackets of jewels, cushioned velvet view of the people Silk table cloth, table topped with her hunger Wax candle clock, mantle stocked with his plunder I walk up winding stone With a dagger of their own, To carve the castle's crimes Into the armrest of the throne Creep through the courtyard My presence unknown, I will slide my blade along The skin royally sewn I've got the key to the world of our ridiculous princess A product of scandal, adored as a mistress Lost in a lust-fuck of indulgent richness The palatine beauty is hiding a slit wrist But I'm not her savior, she's not on my wish list I turned the key to the cage that holds the captives of power! Barricade the battalion! Townsmen send arrows down, Rain the queen's men off their stallions!
2.
Please don't speak, nothing good comes from your mouth Please don't speak, your words we can do without Morality and decency have left me now Don't apologize, the time has passed I'm past annoyed, I'm past harassed I wanna take your dull POV and ram it up your ass Nothing good, nothing good comes outta your mouth (2x) You're so full of shit, the smell is leaking from your face Your massive gas planet is spinning outta space Time can't save you but silence might You're an asteroid, everyone's trying to avoid Don't make eye contact, your whole life might be destroyed I volunteer to tie the noose when your card is null and void Nothing good, nothing good comes outta your mouth (2x)
3.
4 Sides 01:38
The good, the bad the bad, the good I guess it all depended on which side you stood... Either way, there were two sides who both wanted a war. Not concerned for the third side no one routed for. Blood kept on spilling to prove who was right, Third side tried their best steering clear of their fight. For when the battle had ended, no solution was found. Two sides deny they took part in bringing all three of them down I've heard it before, I've heard it many times before You've heard it too but there's nothing I can do to persuade you, convince you You search the sunken ship for something to believe in, We dive the dumpsters of the Garden of Eden! Joy - Sadness, Life - Death That's "black & white" like "right & left" Maybe all along our hearts were fighting back the same rage, Completely unaware we've been reading from the same page! Joy - Sadness, Life - Death That's "black & white" like "right & left"
4.
Mooose 01:07
As I stopped to look around, all that I see is falling down What once fresh, since changed from green Someone wake me from this dream Where I just can't see through all the fog I drive the car with no lights on I end up in a wreck, head on collision with myself You know the funny thing is, I don't really get it Once I stopped to take a breath, & threw up my soul down a trench Only a shovel and a pale, to lay the sand over this hell Trees are calling, "You're alone to find the way back to your home!" I am a buried wishing well! The funny thing is, I don't really get it
5.
Who's really in control of your underground market? Some silly digi-troll springing leaks in your pocket They've saved every wrinkled up, fading thin, hand-me-down garment Starving artists bow to the clicks of false profits! The entertainer robbed and rolled on the red carpet You're cuttin' the cost 'cause you know you'll get tossed to the tar pits
6.
the Marshall 01:27
7.
Who's that knockin' at my door, Collecting bills or troops for war? Opinions decorate the block, Who are you routing for? They're all the same, playing life like a fucking game You're picked last, to learn the rules and sell the name Save and plan, or collect cans Ya either own or work the land Someday you'll enjoy it, man With shaky stance, aching hands Work hard, die harder No reward for being an hourly martyr, baby Who do you believe in? Does it make your head hurt? Don't search for a meaning, Find what makes your life work It's called free thinkin', you can burn in hell for that Call it treason, free will brought me down this path Why would gods need worship? (bc) Their love is an ego trip Why do kings call for war? (bc) They'll never fight the battle field
8.
Spillin' sins to a sinner Concrete conscious, not worthy The pope is royalty Bow your head to your Father No catholic is a bastard Will they flock his golf cart in Hades? Shout his name out like Jesus Christ? The pope is irony, mockery (solo by pope Benny XVI) The pope is blasphemy
9.
How do you believe I sold out when I never bought in? Got zero pride for the color of my skin You're all segregators fightin' segregation With same product, new brand manipulation And your marketing plan is a cross and a torch short of a Klan congregation White man holds a sign that says, fuck white pride Black man holds a sign that says, fuck black pride Brown man holds a sign that says, fuck brown pride We all hold a sign that says, fuck racial pride
10.
The lifeline of my telephone, Blow breath into my lifeless home As heartbeat of my TV set, Be pounding pulse of internet Candle light lay obsolesce, A match head hunched in still distress It's fucking ashes blown away By the winds of technological progression When the light goes out, a part of us will die The other part mourns for the dim supply Could this be a conspiracy? The Gods themselves commit consumer sodomy? yes Thus leading to the drain of our vein power line The monitor's only channel display flat line
11.
Insomniacs 00:37
I'm awake ten hours a day The other fourteen I dream away Sun I rest, night I play When I work, I work for pay (If I work, if I work) Insomniacs miss out on dreams Insomniacs miss out on dreams Insomniacs miss out on dreams
12.
All that I recall is feeling myself fall, then waking into a world where everything was up to me Float over the city, breathing underwater It was a lovely night of lucidity Where most people fly, where most people fly All that I recall is waking up into another dream It was like the old days of make believe, happening Where most people fly, where most people fly
13.
Laugh Track 00:44
I learned the best time to laugh is when you're not allowed to. The best time to have fun is when it isn't welcome. So everyone, rebel. The timing's wrong, so laugh like hell.
14.
My city's a feast for hungry police I'm swerving the line 'cause my mind's out of reach Rolled on baseline, again yes I did I got rolled on baseline, again yes I did Yeah, the local police, disturbing my piece I'm serving some time 'cause my fine was too steep Rolled on baseline, again yes I did I got rolled on baseline, again yes I did Here we go...
15.
THOSE DAYS WERE JUST LIKE CANDY WE HAD SOMETHING SO SWEET THAT'S WHEN THE SOUR FROM YOUR ACTIONS RAN THE CANDY MAN OFF THE STREET OHH THOSE DAYS WERE SIMILAR TO SAILING WE HAD SOMETHING A FLOAT THAT'S WHEN THE WAVE RIPPED FROM YOUR OCEAN TO ROCK THE FUCKING BOAT THERE'S STILL PLENTY OF SUGAR AND THE SHIPWRECK CAN BE SALVAGED WE CAN GET BACK ONTO WATER IF YOU'D NOT BE SO SELFISH I'M NOT SORRY IRENE THIS SIDE OF YOU I DON'T LIKE SEEING I'M NOT SORRY IRENE THIS SIDE OF YOU I DON'T LIKE SEEING
16.
FIRE, then set fire to the police Block out our natural sun Destroy the planet, kill everyone The only option left, the only option left: D.B.P. Major profiteering from the murder you don't see What really keeps 'em wealthy is the vast majority So the only option left, the only option left: D.B.P. Progress will reveal that we'll all kill us naturally The only trace we'll leave behind is cash & gasoline Most people will tell you that's the way it has to be So the only option left, the only option left: D.B.P.
17.
Got so much tellin' that I'm just not usin' I don't care about the stories on the five o clock news But I've got a destination, a real good chance To stuff that ticket back in my pocket, and watch the train pass It's gettin' dark outside, it's just not somethin' that your face can hide It's gettin' dark outside Stranded on a sinking ship they told us was a cruise Got our soul sound to gain, soul less singalongs to lose With fear they've shoved in through your ear, they took you off your feet This whole place is going under but you've got a front row seat It's really dark outside Are you down or will you run and hide? It's fuckin' dark outside Outside...

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released May 16, 2010

All songs written by M. Samora. All music by the DISORIENTALS (M. Samora, R. Aguilera, R. Lopez). Recorded in LA, CA. Produced by the DISORIENTALS and PANDA. Mixed by PANDA in Anaheim, CA. Artwork by Mateo

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