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get gone - ryan kopperud lyrics

[verse 1]
these days we’ve got a loch ness problem
n0body sees the monster, but everybody’s watching
they want to take my minutes, fill them with sl!ck talking
i ain’t got a single one to spare, ’cause i’ve been busy walking
on a line johnny cashing a check
that my mouth wrote out of spite while i was reaching for your neck
‘cause preaching that you’re the best makes you weakest in the nest
i’ma slip in through the cracks and slit a throat while they rest
what can i say, i guess i’m in a funny mood
got a hamster wheel mentality, feels like i never move
but i do, hide and seek for my muse
i get dizzy trying to find her, she ain’t leaving many clues
sold a soul, bought a voice box of blues
now i sing a sickly anthem, i’m lighting another fuse
big bang, hand grenade face melt
find a way and play the game if only to save yourself

[chorus a: k. raydio]
m*s*ch*st, you don’t see what’s become of the lies and treason
what’s your worth, now you are one of them
in the end, you can trust all you want
on the surface of the smiles and the laughter it’s on
value brings all the treasures upon you
while you’re searching for a sign that’s beyond the beyond
question is, do you pick up and move on
to the place nostalgia held you, or just leave and get gone?

[verse 2]
it’s all confusion, distracted disillusion
i pack a bag for the apocalypse and keep it moving
breaking my shackles was only half of the battle
i’ve been bucked off before, but now i’m back in the saddle
i dried my bl**dy eyes and never apologized
for using my soapbox and speaking my d*mn mind
ask me if i care if it leads to my demise
i’ma write a happy song when the statues are on their sides
you don’t make it in america, you make it out alive
shaved down, chewed up, spit out like cyanide
but i’m tired of being saliva
while the magazine’s preaching who i’m supposed to admire
all that running in place, we deserve to be tired
sayonara diorama, the robots have been rewired
i’m coming for the throne so i can kick it on its side
and set fire to the palace while we eat the king alive

[chorus b: k. raydio]
pacifist, you don’t see what you’ve done
by just standin’ back and watchin’ like the tv is on again
in the end you can stunt all you want, but the corners of your eyes
tell the tale of what’s wrong
magazines cast a shadow upon you
of the smokescreen that is hollywood, no one can follow you
question is, do you pick up and move on
to the place nostalgia had you, or just leave and get gone?

[verse 2]
loddy*doddy, sick of the oligarchy
makes me want to punch a politician, crash a f*cking party
get it, they speak in binary code
then pretend that we don’t know it when their record’s 1 and 0
ain’t no wonder we take pride in swill and pills
it’s like proving to our peers that we got more pain to k!ll
iller and possessed, collecting personal effects
then we make it to the grave and see they burn us with the rest
sit back, reflect, still wondering what’s next
see the people protest and they arrest the wrong suspect
testing, testing, is a difference ever made
when the grade is only based on the things that we say?
i guess we’ll never know, call me stuck in my ways
i’m still speaking all the same, i give a f*ck these days
long winter, wake up, code red, alarm sounding
is it too much to ask for us to not feel like we’re drowning?

- ryan kopperud lyrics

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