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Opened my eyes, my temples in strain
Pictures of strangers I've wanted to meet
They aren't as real as the bones that I sleep in
Missing people that never went missing
When I am real, I look forward to living
Maybe some day I'll be a good person
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Stuck in the overhead, there is no exit
Wandering around, I am only living
Lost and found, uncomfortable in my skin
This is how it's always been.
I can't seem to make things right,
I can't seem to ease my mind.
Nothing more than negative space,
Never in solace, only ill at ease.
I've disappeared.
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I don't kneel in worship, I don't believe in a ghost
I don't take kindly to judgment
Death follows me underground,
Thunder and lightning protect me from God.
I won't be skullfucked by faith,
I am the upside down cross.
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All the difference is gone,
Diversity taken by schools of thought
I can't feel my imagination.
Coward world slain by monotonous rot,
Drive your car through the house,
Jump ten stories to greet the crowd
Before the passion descends to gray,
All the colors turn to residual waste
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5. |
Plutocratic Swine Rake
01:19
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Hunted by badges, followed by pigs
Ugly prostration, you've wept your dignity
Imperial Reich spreads fear and disease, controlled by tyrants
Hate consumes me.
Raise hell to bide this race you're in,
Use sex to dish the filth,
Fuck the government with your fist.
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6. |
Vagrant
01:18
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Malignant bodies, scraped cancer lungs
Men and women caught the downside
Someone comes knocking on your coffin door
The sun comes knocking on your coffin door
Vast destruction shadowing, everyone crumbling
Everything shadowing, everyone burning
Through everything, taking down everyone
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Why are we feeding from the guts of reason?
Pulling the universe over our eyes,
I won't find answers finding myself,
Can't find myself when there's nothing to find.
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9. |
Carrying Flowers
01:01
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Hair of the dog and splitting unrest
Spending spare change on being depressed
Suitable prison for the bothered kinds
Breaking down underwordly shame, bored and dead
Swallow the mundane cracks in my palms washed from my hands,
Alone with many vices, spine is crooked to my neck,
And mind a spiral staircase.
The morning is a strangle,
Always roses at the foot of my bed.
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10. |
In Facile
00:47
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This promise you made
Is hollow is cold
(I am the liar, civilian boy)
Leaving a trail of soft ridicule
(I am the liar, civilian boy)
I sleep with women
I don't deserve
Wretched
Unstable
Vulnerable
Figments I become are unrelenting
Void in compassion
Premonitory:
My satisfaction
Is selfish reward
Loving another is more difficult
Stealing and cheating and being a mess
Child in nature:
So trapped
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Overcast
02:02
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Disconsolate
Apart from the crash
Aside from the stone faced
Mad in the eyes
I won't buy
Optimism
No happy money
No complacence
Histrionic general public sickness
Foul mouth ridden
Mass republic
Grant me the madness to drive me away
Exploding my insides
Total dismay
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Uneven Pavement
00:48
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Soiled between purgatory
Good vs. bad vs. reality
When will I ever be content with air I breathe?
Right and wrong took too long
I will make the same mistakes
Faulty conceptions
Scum for the feed
Collecting dust
Evil takes lead
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That sad waking crawl putting wrinkles to your limbs
Moment eating moment
Present enveloping
Dealing with the changes
Let the crippling begin
Laughing with the aging
Fleeting from existence
Perennial fall turns the light out in me
Phantom pains all up my body
Atone to the slow ache inching closer to fate
Against the tide with my back to the sea
Passing is the nature of time
Beating itself out of my chest
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Learn/Without
01:56
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A parading mess of dogs;
Vanity.
I am enraged
Weight and malice
Show them why you can never relate
Myself
Undone
My will
Black and straight
Ire
Come out to speak
Remind your distance
Please stay away from me
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