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Hear No Evil
03:59
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Makeshift energy, it's all the same to me,
The diluted framework, fireworks and seeds,
I'm so fucking ugly
Learn how to trash talk, learn how to strut-walk,
Learn how to find out how she locks her hair,
So smooth, so free
I could make her love me if I changed,
Everything from my head down to my feet still remains
At a fucking loss, trying not to toss,
Away all the days I built up the cost,
Of my self-esteem
Become the top dog, make sure the love's gone,
Between yourself and all that you thought was good,
And you believed
I could make them love me if I remember one thing,
I am insignificant and who cares what I think
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2. |
Same Time Tomorrow
04:24
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Electrical sanitation,
We're reaching the peak of the singularity,
Indefinite, paid vacation,
It's of most importance, they're sending you away
When the blood trickles down like rain,
It'll all just happen here again,
Same time tomorrow, stay tuned, don't get hurt,
But it would matter less if you drown yourself in dirt
Brain police are charging thought crimes,
Burning down homes and raping all you've known,
Utilitarians, are the kindest,
Judging you simply on all the mistakes you've shown
When the blood trickles down like rain,
It'll all just happen here again,
Same time tomorrow, couldn't get much worse
But you better put down-payments on your hearse
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3. |
Struggle With Permanence
04:01
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Talk down to me, I'll listen back,
Planning tactics for all it lacks
It is the doubt that lives in your head,
That manifests inside instead
Standing still taken for the fool,
Struggle with permanence, don't rise against the rule,
Tormented but called by name,
Exploit the self-respect you seldom get to gain
I've had bigger tantrums than this,
From absurdist excitement,
I don't need your premonition,
I will gladly give up the gun
You don't move me, no, you don't move me no,
You don't see me, no, you don't move me no,
You don't hear me, no, you don't move me no,
You don't feel me, no, you don't feel me
Standing still taken for the fool,
Struggle with permanence, don't rise against the rule,
Tormented but called by name,
Exploit the self-respect you seldom get to gain
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4. |
Temporary Bliss
03:22
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My mind is leaking into the parlor,
Comfort seeping in from the horror,
I lost my sense of premonition,
A psyche hellbent on observation
A colony made of false figureheads,
I am not from here, I just lay my head,
The pretty women and blank supporters,
Have blurred my vision and broken all my borders
I'm so fucking gifted, I'm a mass of morbid
I am grateful for this temporary bliss
My bones are shaking into submission,
A sign of starting, before I become,
A thousand degrees of failure buried,
Beneath the seaweed and infinite lit marquees
I'm so fucking gifted, I'm a mass of morbid
I am grateful for this temporary bliss
Get the fuck out of my, weak and fragile mind,
I am trapped by deadlines, I can't tap my design
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5. |
Dreamscape
04:17
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You were on your own, showing how much you've grown, if at all,
You were looking down, your belongings on the ground, a hard fall,
For some reason you were missing picture frames and all my missed calls,
But after some time I was inside, a fly on the wall
Nothing could distract, I was well attached to what you said,
Your bitterness on high, you wished for me to die well I'm dead,
Just tell me if it pleases you to know my brain is filled with your lead,
After some time, you can say goodbye to what's left
It was understood, you did all that you could to close doors,
Almost in a trance, you got me to dance down on all fours,
Though you were nothing better than a catastrophic scene of war,
After some time you could find I was forever yours
If we saw a sight, I would start to write the time and the date,
An archive of a life, we could start to decipher our fate,
But tell me darling whether or not you feel threatened or safe,
After some time you will find you're in my dreamscape
If we were alone
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6. |
Interlude
02:35
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7. |
Monuments
03:55
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Isolation. The peace and quiet he had desired was finally there. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound. No light in the distance could be recognized. Man does not approve of absolute darkness, much like losing any of its other senses. But simultaneously enjoys being blind, being deaf, being unreceptive to the sensations of corruption and the receptors of lies.
And yet it comforted him. It was like the warm embrace of a million mothers, all desperate in an attempt to get their accidental offspring to quit bothering them, to quit showing signs of life. It was as comfortable as it was undeniably morbid, but he was used to that dark side of humanity, used to the false sentiments and the upkeep of reputation. After all what else had he ever known? Nothing. No one.
Nostalgia washed over him. He began to vividly remember a childhood vacation to some modern American city. Eager to visit a shop across the street, he ran into the road. A jet black 1996 Honda Civic swerved, attempting to avoid him. And while he was lying there half-conscious and bleeding on the hot pavement, he saw one thing that still resonated as sharply back then as it did today. The monuments.
They were everywhere. Buried in history and triumphant in nature, but as industrial as a factory. He could not wrap his mind around their significance, why we as a society worship these heaps of eventual rubble. They will be gone in an instant, and hold no meaning other than the events that took place inside of them. And as the air emptied out of him, he realized that the body he hated so passionately was nothing more than an old church or an abandoned hotel.
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Equilibrate
04:45
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Conspiring, in your hands,
They're calling me, they're calling me,
I feel safe, from a glance,
I have to wait, to wait and see, what you will do to me
And after a long haul, of baggage and all the fair claims,
It's getting easier to ease all of your pain,
We'll fall asleep all day, and try our best to miscommunicate,
Complication makes for the coldest embrace
It's been years, since I've felt,
This relaxed, Lying on tracks,
The windshield, is breaking,
But you're content, with resentment,
You're always asking me for more
But after a long haul, of baggage and all the fair claims,
It's getting easier to ease all of your pain,
We'll fall asleep all day, and try our best to miscommunicate,
Complication makes for the coldest embrace
Hundreds of dropped calls, love letters lost in all my shame,
It's getting easier to equilibrate,
We'll take back all that we say, and try our best to reset fate,
But we're only humans fuming at the taste
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9. |
The Underbelly
07:19
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Give me some, take it back,
I don't need anything you lack,
Break my bones, Call it quits,
Your bloody nose, your bloody lips
There's nothing better than a sealed letter,
With the name and address of the one you caressed,
When your mind is gone, and when your mind is flawed,
You start to latch on to an oncoming god
The brain turns into gray matter,
The plug isn't pulled, but the life is lost,
After all once you've lost free will,
What's left, what's left, what's left but a flawed cross
Save my life, ridicule,
Nothing goes bad, Under your rule,
Take me home, tuck me in,
I've lost a love, you've lost a friend
Show me how to proceed,
In day-to-day events and things,
Be polite, Overspeak,
Obnoxiousness makes knees go weak
Common courtesy doesn't mean a thing,
The underbelly overselling Valentines and wedding rings,
When the watchtower falls, and when death starts to call,
Where is your society, it lies splattered on the opposite wall
And when the truth decays, And when the sun breaks its rays,
And when gravity flips, we'll all fall into it,
The eternal abyss, Filled with bar scum and piss,
Don't say I didn't tell you so, I tried to warn you, But now the many's the few
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