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Jack Conte performs a confrontational two-vocalist exchange about survival and aggression. The lyrics pit speed against darkness, laughter against chaos, and frame coping as a mental trick to discard negative thoughts in a ruthless arena.

Jack Conte performs a confrontational two-vocalist exchange about survival and aggression. The lyrics pit speed against darkness, laughter against chaos, and frame coping as a mental trick to discard negative thoughts in a ruthless arena.
What a game we play in this arena. It's called haul your ass or you'll. Fill your mouth, don't be shy, have a bite now. He wasn't fast enough, so he's in the dark now.
That's the way it'll be in the land of the free and the man. Running through the dust and laughs at us. No, no, don't laugh at us. No, no, he laughs at us.
I'll keep me calm with a slew of Nothing sings like a good distraction. Wish my head was a page in a printer. Trash bad thoughts with the click of a finger.
With a crack of a gun. And the snap of a bone. We fall to our knees and we're gone and we won't come back now. I'm alive and my soul is on fire and I breathe and I love and I sing and you can't stop me. No, no, you can't stop me. No, no, you can't stop me.

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