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What Dying Feels Like

by Experiment 34

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1.
Congregation I 00:59
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2.
Well, You Know... 03:39
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This revolution WILL be televised Viewer discretion is advised A strong word to the weak, Avert your eyes Young mothers grow weeping to their daughters cries As young fathers start to steal, the pigs don’t see who tries I’m forced to feel the demise, the lies in search of better men, I’m severin’ the brethren of heaven and their president, A resident of evil, I’m dining in hell. A party to the people that don’t hide in a cell. I cry for those that pray to a spirit that fell. A reason for the demon sent to go and rebel. Do tell me first, what’s worse? A hurtful verse to immerse or a cursed hearse to search? Cause animosity lurks. We die more and more each day Why do the children stop their play Falling faster and faster but won’t make a sound, Until there’s no one left to save. (2X) This revolution will be televised, So dry them tears. What has the system instilled, Besides a level of fear? You can blame a black, blame a white and stone a queer, But you can’t lay the facts, try to fight and lead your peers? Well I’m here, to call out every single ignorant hypocrite. Speak if you’re fluent, write it down if you’re literate. Words commit, I figure it, your service is legitimate, Never let it go if you love it just a little bit. Be rigorous against the big timers and superfluous, Be calm if it gets you bliss, strong if it gets you pissed. Feel the first that beat you back. Feel this, feel that. Keep a level head intact to best the best aristocrats. It could be your last day, better make it count. What’s the point of pain if the love is not around? I’m just a bad dog and I’m off to rule the pound. Your the king of your world, and you can borrow my crown. We die more and more each day Why do the children stop their play Falling faster and faster but won’t make a sound, Until there’s no one left to save. (2X) REVOLUTION! Well, you know... REVOLUTION! Well, you know. We die more and more each day Why do the children stop their play Falling faster and faster but won’t make a sound, Until there’s no one left to save. We die more and more each day Why do the children stop their play Falling faster and faster but won’t make a sound, Until there’s no one left.
3.
Cut the String 03:10
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We got another white boy thinkin he's Jesus, (We got another white male armed to the teeth) Shootin up a school takin out who he pleases. The teachers are runnin' screaming call the police! But the cameras show up first to spread the disease. A youngin's mama likes to drink, he sits in front of the screen. His growing brain absorbs the pain and so he does what he sees. Six years later brain washed and gunnin', As the ratings go up and they benefit from it. Snappin' in your face I'm gonna break the trance The masters wave their hands Singing dance monkey dance An ally rat sees an ally cat and takes advantage. This kitty bit and hissed but the big rat's a savage. Ravaging her body 'till she cried and she bled. Then he beat her over the head until he beat her to death. Two kids three blocks away have no mother now; No one asks how they feel livin' in the wrong town. Well mom never did come back from the market. No thoughts go to the family if nobody profits. Snappin' in your face I'm gonna break the trance The masters wave their hands Singing dance monkey dance
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Pocket Change 03:18
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Every dime that you seek has to serve and exploit. Every dollar that you see has been dirty at some point. Every price that you pay can change and leave you behind. Every beauty has a beast that cuts her deep on the inside. Every bad soul knows how to live and take. Every good girl grows and gives it away. Any clown can tell a joke and make you chuckle. Then laugh as you choke. Watch your knees buckle. So drop another quarter in the basket. Don't you want to be saved? Drop another quarter in the basket. Your new friends await. You drop another quarter in the basket... What is that taste? We drop another quarter in the basket. Pay to pay and pay to say your paid. Every dance that you save will kill you. Every day that you waste will end. Every hole that you dig will fill you. Every bone that you break will mend. Every beast has a side you can't see. Every beauty has a heart that beats. Any fool can tell lies that sound nice. Then smile like they know you believe. Are you living the life? Or have you already started dying (4X) So drop another quarter in the basket
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All Rise 03:53
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This mood is like a cancer, burning up inside, Fire coursing through my veins, the ice is eating me alive. Striving through the fine lines, side by side, The dark and the light fight, skinning my hide. Shedding off my winter coat, prepping for the heat. Where the bad die ugly and the dead stay mean. Where the mad minds run and the heads can’t dream. Sad cry cause they can’t get their needs. And the rats lie bloody while the red stays clean. The past dies a heavy hearts light can’t gleam. The mass try envy but they just can’t seem, To let the fast life go, ready set let’s grieve. Chorus: What if I said, I would do anything, anything To fill this glass again, (Half-empty) This glass again. What if I said, I would do anything, anything To fill this glass again, (Half-empty) This glass again. You’re kidding yourself thinkin’ America’s a country, Money-grubbing fucks, who care about nothing. People ain’t people just objects for stuffing, So selfishly obsessed forgot what we should be loving. Friendly, feeble fiends fund the whitest mans rocket, I wanna take my eyes right out the socket. They say it’s for your own good now, stop it. You sheep go on and fill the wrong mans pocket. Go ahead, let ‘em sell what they’re gonna sell, I believe irony is alive and well, Like a Westboro Baptist that’ll fry in hell, Hates just a word made so we can tell, Our kids to grow up go out and harm things, Just sit down shut up and don’t tell me what god thinks, Quoting Leviticus, like it’s gonna solve things, Withholding the innocent, judging and following. (Chorus) Some shutter, the globe is messing with your psyche, Ignorance is bliss as your pulling off your Nike’s. A kid lost a hand, but they’re out of sight see, Just take make your shoes, Got a problem? Fight/(Find) me! Enlighten me. I want to right these wrongs. Be somewhere I cannot write these songs. We’re not all week, so just stay strong, If you’re too afraid, come and play along. Find yourself lucky to be walking through the same door, To the same girl, with a heart worth the wait for, You can go out, mess around with a stained whore, But don’t expect love, that’s not what you paid for. The pain in these words holds true and it’s sick, I’m a slave to the world to, I admit. If you don’t get off your ass, you’re never gonna win. We’re all a bunch of hypocrites filled with sin. Dig a little deeper, what’s within? Are you just another hypocrite filled with sin?
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Congregation II 01:10
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7.
What Dying Feels Like 05:12
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Planet all we live on Forsaken in it's name We have carried out indecency A virus to take aim No help for those a fallen They're lying in their shame Burning all around us Spin and play the game I'm pretty sure this is what dying feels like My head is light, something doesn't feel right Double crossed by life, in the presence of death Every time I inhale, I'm gasping for a breath. I'm pretty sure I think I'm dyin' I'm pretty sure... I'm dyin' Freedom seekers yearning Hallowed be thy name Fake, faux, a facade it seems A virus is to blame Boasting peace to every neighbor But hypocrisy and shame Falls for empty promises The middle of the game I'm pretty sure this is what dying feels like My chest is tight, something doesn't feel right Double crossed by life, in the presence of death Every time I inhale, I'm gasping for a breath. I'm pretty sure I think I'm dyin' I'm pretty sure... I'm dyin' Green and blue no longer Fire mixed with rain Decay for any living In this blackened state Nations plead for virtue But we play this little game Power over people Has no peace and only pain What is Freedom? Is it a privilege? Brought upon those worthy at birth, wasted on high tech empty vessels, cast out and forced to wipe the spit off its face? Is it earned? Something that is not actually instilled in us, but instead a realization thrusting its ideals both big and small throughout our being? Is it power? Refusing to share, unjustly believing not all are of equivalence and different, blindly seeking what is right, but never what is right for all? Does it hide away? Or is it in plain sight? Is it attainable to all, none, some, most or few? Is it worth questioning? Are you free? Are we stuck? Can we see depth or is the shallow end too cold to break through? To hell with shackles. A fire will burn through the chill of weak metals making malleable chains. The possibilities are endless. The door is open. Possibilities can be beautiful so long as there are never limits. Doors lead to the unimaginable so long as nothing can slam them shut. The sound of your voice pleases the ear only when your prayers are being answered. Answers can never be perfect without questions. Questions can never be fully answered. Not without every truth. Not without every possibility. Not without every thought. The route of an open mind is endless and has no set destination. What is impossible? Every breath you take has the potential to be your last. Every breath you take fills you with life's illusions. Both tragic and wonderful. Never be satisfied. The eyes of the satisfied are closed, cutting off sight. The satisfied knows no glory, no shame, no reason. Dead already... And plenty satisfied. At the end of a sentence comes a period, putting an end to a guideline... Demanding you cease. Is freedom as simple as a question? Why not just ask?
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Black Canvas 04:26
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This is the sound of the start of the bell! All in a cell. All in a cell. This is the sound of a song in despair! It’s in the air. It’s in the air. This is the sound of the sun turned moon! Hot as June. Hot as June. This is the sound of the fountain found! Fountain of youth. Found it in you. She said make me your canvas, Go on paint your poetry. Let your colors wash a woodland land that needs to grow on me. I wish I could. I wish I could. But there I stood, Lies flying through my teeth. This is a pact of alliance! Let’s try it. Let’s try it. A body intact but the mind splits What’s my line? Line... This is an act of defiance! Let’s riot! Let’s riot! This is the hatred of my lips! I think we’re dying... She said make me your canvas, Go on paint your poetry. Let your colors wash a woodland land that needs to grow on me. I wish I could. I wish I could. But there I stood, Lies flying through my teeth. There I stood, There I stood, A nightmare in a dream. My soul will never belong to anyone else, So long as you know my heart beats and bleeds on for you. My soul will never belong to anyone else, So long as you know my heart beats and bleeds on for you... She said make me your canvas, Go on paint your poetry. Let your colors wash a woodland land that grows over me. I wish I could. I wish I could. But there I stood, Lies flying through my teeth. There I stood, There I stood, A nightmare in a dream. There I stood, There I stood, A nightmare in a dream.
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The Network 03:42
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Wasteland! Sick a sucker with a spray tan Gotta move quick, like I spit, Save face man, Put in place, outer space, Make haste, damn, Cut to the chase with a crazed escape plan. Gas can! Sick a sucker with a back hand, Move to slow you’ll know the Batman, Joker folk toke and choke off the pot smoke, Hope not to cope at the end of the rope. Hope not to cope at the end of the rope. Hope not to cope at the end of the rope. So I hope to cope at the end. Chorus: We’re all just players in a little game! Pawns to a king, slaves to a name. All just players in a little game... X2 Slick shot! Super soaker full of piss cop, Gotta dig deep in the ground for the pig pop, It’s a rigged deck we’ve been dealt these days, Take a hit sit back, Taste the blaze. Wrist watch! Jump a joker with a quick thought, Gotta stay fit in the head, Watch her hips hop, Helter skelter little dear, Never fear your shelters here. Helter skelter little dear, Never fear your shelters here. Helter skelter little dear, Never fear your shelters here. Never fear! Chorus: We’re all just players in a little game! Pawns to a king, slaves to a name. All just players in a little game... X2 I want to live in a society... Where I get a say, and it matters. I want to live in a society... Where you get a say, and it matters. I want to live in a society... Where we get a say, and it matters. AND IT MATTERS! Nod your head, Sick ‘em! Sick ‘em! Nod your head, Sick ‘em! Nod your head, Sick ‘em! Sick ‘em! Nod your head, Sick ‘em! Nod your head, Sick ‘em! Sick ‘em! Nod your head, Sick ‘em! Nod your head, Sick ‘em! Sick ‘em! Nod your head! Come on! I’m mad as hell! And I’m not gonna take it anymore! I’m mad as hell! And I’m not gonna take it! I’m mad as hell! And I’m not gonna take it anymore I’m mad as hell!
10.
Congregation III 01:57
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released February 16, 2019

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New Brunswick, NJ

Experiment 34 is an eclectic, well- rooted independent hard rock band with a strong psychedelic groove and a flair for rap

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