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Eurycles, I am broken
The disciple smiles in disgust
The Satyrs have awoken
And things aren't here to be discussedWe traded the privilege for scraps
Exchanged for the clothes on our backs
Lived life like there was no other wayWhat was sacrosanct
Now the sacred is profane
We yearn for the thanks
But deserve all the blame
A simple piece of stagecraft
A tawdry parlour trick
We traded our moral ground so they could sing alongBut is it so bad
Is it as dark as it seems
To trade a little purity to prolong the dreamOne by one we will find a way to let each and every one
DownIt's the privilege of mass delusion
Sit back and have a seat
Dazzled by the greed
It's his voice between my lips

It's the miracle of gastromancyThey are spinning in their graves
At the choices we have made
But in our shoes would they all have been so chaste
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Fucked Up is a hardcore punk band from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The band formed and played their first shows in early 2001. The initial practicing lineup consisted of 10,000 Marbles (Guitar), Concentration Camp (Vocals), and Mustard Gas (Bass Guitar). Just prior to recording their demo tape, Concentration Camp moved to guitar and vocal duties were taken over by Pink Eyes (also known as Mr. Damian). Drums are played by Mr. Jo (also credited as G. Beat or J. Falco) and Young Governor was added as a third guitarist in 2007.

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