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days\n[00:14.48] I get rigid and hopeless and numb\n[00:18.97] When the ticker tape strips away\n[00:22.22] The little that we cling to\n[00:24.72] Our hands are raised and fists are made\n[00:27.18] 'Cause only we can save us\n[00:29.56] I try to do my best\n[00:31.95] But it never feels like quite enough\n[00:39.36] I push all my weight against it, but it never feels profound\n[00:44.22] The boulder always rolls back down\n[00:48.56] Just an inch off the top of what's crushing me\n[00:53.48] Small steps to the edge of the world\n[00:58.86] I'm armored up against it, fighting back with every breath\n[01:03.46] It barely seems to make a dent\n[01:08.54] Just an inch off the top of what's crushing me\n[01:13.55] Small steps to the edge of the world\n[01:17.50] The edge of the world\n[01:25.29] The edge of the world\n[01:38.45] We're so sterilized, hyper-analyzed\n[01:43.09] And it's by design, keeps us pacified\n[01:50.34] Exhausted to the point, that we feel like giving up\n[01:57.49] So distractible, so we don't know\n[02:00.32] The lives that they're erasing\n[02:02.87] It's genocide, I close my eyes and light my medication\n[02:07.46] I'm choking on the smoke, but it's all I got to soothe me now\n[02:16.16] I push all my weight against it, but it never feels profound\n[02:22.33] The boulder always rolls back down\n[02:26.65] Just an inch off the top of what's crushing me\n[02:31.53] Small steps to the edge of the world\n[02:36.92] I'm armored up against it, fighting back with every breath\n[02:41.64] It barely seems to make a dent\n[02:46.20] Just an inch off the top of what's crushing me\n[02:51.11] Small steps to the edge of the world\n[02:55.72] The edge of the world\n[03:05.72] The edge of the world\n[03:16.24] I feel paralyzed by my phone these days\n[03:20.70] Feels like all I can do is scroll\n[03:26.08] Oh, so terrified of the news these days\n[03:30.67] I get rigid and hopeless and numb\n[03:35.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All 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