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The Brinks
04:05
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I’m not as loyal as you think
Coming to that point but already past the brink
My excitement’s an overbear
It’s like I’m drastically electric, such I’m sentenced to the chair
There’s the chat and the giggles
The voice in my head sends my limbs signals
Symbolic yes it seems
Gleaming I’m a beacon and I’m beckoning those fiends
So fend for yourself
I left my friendship on the shelf back home
I lost my dignity tonight
I think it’s a shame that I will return alone
Now I’m back to native
Relatively calm, but my fingers investigative
Think it’s that 4 am glaze
Made it to the morning but still waiting for the day
Still I’ve grown bored with this sanity
I might breach, or go for a total destructive plan
You think it’s fun
Because you learn who will grasp your hands and your mind will run
I might smash, bash, or perish
I doubt in the end I will finish in good fair it’s
So very unlikely
Based on how I saw you did
You’re a smidge not like me
We read until we lost the page
Made it to the epilogue
But where was yesterday
I feel so shot
I think it’s best we all sit down
But for now I will not
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Happy Castaways
03:48
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I cannot breathe this air
It’s too thick with nostalgia
Though more and more I lesser care
Because we’re…
Lightning hitting twice it seems
Despair casting off to a scene
Off-kilter but it’s not like you
We’re more pleasantly askew
So supplement that fact for critique
Strictly dishonor in his speech
Despicable to say the least
But at least he’ something
So let’s go down
Down to where the signs say no
I could befriend ambition
Match a heel to your sole
Though it’s tempting just to run
I find that I’m pleasantly changed
You’ll find that our lives are in order
When we try not to be arranged
Did you see them on the TV?
They burned away memories
That stabbed, they were picture putrid
A fixture of beauty in all that they did
Sitting idle and alone
So vital for me to hear the tone
That’s the kind to pick you up when you’re down
But up’s not something
So let’s go down
Down to where the signs say no
I could befriend ambition
Match a heel to your sole
Though it’s tempting just to run
I find that I’m pleasantly changed
You’ll find that our lives are in order
When we try not to be arranged
So let’s go down
Down to where the signs say no
I could befriend ambition
Match a heel to your sole
Let’s go down
Down to where no judgement speaks
Because we don’t need it anyway
We don’t need them to tell us
We’ll be happy castaways
Happy Castaways…
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Willy Wonkish
03:31
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It’s a fixation curbed by a question
An invitation for a chance for regression
You cannot put all your stocks in one pot
And lie from the shelter you were robbed, you were not
So you beckon for that familiar wrist
The one your fingers know they can grip
For the rocks all erode and each knot slides
But that notion you carry, that arm is fixed
Where will you be when this thought grows limbs
And the tides of your mind capsize than who thinks
We could all ask questions, there’s no point we forgot
Curiosity and love both died from the internet
Words work the night shift but retrieve little pay
And the questions a joke when there’s nothing to say
Today’s society has grown sterile on us
When you leave the machine with one button to push
So you beckon for that familiar wrist
The one your fingers know they can grip
For the rocks all erode and each knot slides
But that notion you carry, that arm is fixed
OHHHHH NOOOOO
You let go
So you beckon for that familiar wrist
The one your fingers know they can grip
For the rocks all erode and each knot slides
But that notion you carry, that arm is fixed
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Crooks
04:40
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Surfacing the shallow end I find you in a sec
Like a bull in a china shop of a cliché retrospect
If you're the one, why's your band wagon full?
And you're the sun, how come you're so dull?
Do you know the band that is bleeding from speakers?
You say this life means nothing; this life could not be bleaker
Who are you kidding little liar? Can tell your legs are hot with fire
I'm provoked to criticize, but such hate is not desired
You're subversively intending to cause your own defeat
Your life won't produce a lemon so you pucker to the sweet
And you are just but a swindler, I've got swinging from my finger
And I'm flicking through this book of answers but nothing seems too simpler
I've grown lax in these years, heedless and unmindful
These sacrificial fears we have no time for
But you see the points of teeth, fluorescently elite
It started with just splashing feet but now you're in too deep
To me you look like you've never seen a crook
Like me you could be so inconsistently
Conceived to be leave that I'm wrong in what I said
To you I am but dead from all the statements I have bled
And your book is black to match the lining of your heart
Have you considered yet, pealing that black apart?
Beneath its surface it is clean, but you choose to still to demean
Subculture diminished by the fact you spit on our off scene
Our offbeat is bitten off, beaten to a pulpy broth
Boiled beneath the sun to run to the sewers as if run off
Scratched at the barest scalp, you scalpel, mash, open, shout
Pout the words of a spoiled sprout vomited from your mouth
I've grown lax in these years, heedless and unmindful
These sacrificial fears we find we have no time for
But you see the points of teeth, fluorescently elite
It started with just splashing feet but now you're in too deep
To me you look like you've never seen a crook
Like me you could be so inconsistently
Conceived to be leave that I'm wrong in what I said
To you I am but dead from all the statements I have bled
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No I don’t mind, I don’t regret it
I’ll just close my eyes and say that she said it
If you know you’re wrong, and I know I’m wrong
And he knows he’s wrong, THAT’S WHAT IS WRONG
So don’t give a shit if you’re running away from…
Don’t cause a fit if you were to become…
These grams are now pounds and they’re pounding my head
And I just want to die but I’m already dead
OOOooo Ha Ha Ha Ha (x4)
So just call of the peril forget all the terror
Because when it’s all said and done, who’s the mask wearer
You cannot conceal keeping your image intact
When you’re better off dead than saying fiction is fact
I’m bleeding from the head, my thoughts are now wounded
You sit idly by, ever or soon did
It occur to you to pick up the phone
But you just keep on killing with this dial tone
So I tune in as you tune out
All the bad thoughts you thought I forgot, stunned I did not
I left you to rot, emotionally taught
Under this tension you sought
OOOooo Ha Ha Ha Ha (x4)
No I don’t mind, I don’t regret it
I’ll just close my eyes and say that she said it
If you know you’re wrong, and I know I’m wrong
And he knows he’s wrong, than everything’s wrong (x2)
OOOooo Ha Ha Ha Ha (x8)
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7. |
Time Lincoln
03:39
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It is nothing to negotiate
You’re a figment of my hazy state
And I thought that we could let it wait
And see this one through
Though there’s the mirror with the broken glass
A symbol someone moved to fast
Maybe if I slowed down my path
I’d get there with you
She was but a mix up in your mind
Drilled thoughts in your head, from behind
Though actions cannot mask your fear
The recherché is coming near
So find a single ally before we die
Because nothing there could be as sweet to me like heaven’s air
I think we’re made to be a cruel fate pair
I feel it’s blissfully a drowning care
And I’m unjustly fair
They seek refuge with the true insane
Bending images of self-disdain
They may hate the truth that remains
But it’s written in stone
They’re dying in their own abyss
Blank slate and baffled it’s
Something not worth all of this
As they scratch their bones
She was but a mix up in your mind
Drilled thoughts in your head, from behind
Though actions cannot mask your fear
The recherché is coming near
So find a single ally before we die
Because nothing there could be as sweet to me like heaven’s air
I think we’re made to be a cruel fate pair
I feel it’s blissfully a drowning care
And I’m unjustly fair
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Everyone has a plan now to be seen
And to hack at those standing in between
But you’re a hack in fact, and I mean not to mean
Just distract you as I push you from the scene
Recognize your fame just isn’t real
It’s a throne in which, the jester tries to steal
But you’re the best they say, and I feel the most ideal
Turn your back and we’ll see what’s revealed
Perhaps by gun, the predator waits in the dark
So he can behead your
Short fun
Your fame’s dead or
At least enough to be said sir
It’s best to relieve when there’s hands around your neck
But you’re a whore who can’t ignore it so you stay dancing on instead
Now you find yourself, sitting second row
And the thoughts of injustice tend to show
When for fame, your friends, and your life's a joke
And you fought but your death came dragging slow
Now your left without a hand to hold
You’re a poor man and that plan was all fools gold
Now you’re 19, and find you are too old
You’re fading but we have Monumentos
Perhaps by gun, the predator waits in the dark
So he can behead your
Short fun
Your fame’s dead or
At least enough to be said sir
It’s best to relieve when there’s hands around your neck
But you’re a whore who can’t ignore it so you stay dancing on instead
Perhaps by gun, the predator waits in the dark
So he can behead your
Short fun
Your fame’s dead or
At least enough to be said sir
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9. |
A Call From Gary
00:26
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We’ve surpassed the atmosphere that we’ve grown to know.
We understand our deposition and it goes to show
what Richard Nixon doesn’t know won’t be able to hurt us at all.
We may not be safe, but at least we can stall.
I feel compelled to mention, my comprehension of this scene,
but broken hips and pirate ships can’t fix this broken dream.
With your back against the wall and your head between your knees,
a contradiction in my diction, there’s a circle in my speech.
We’ve lost all cylinders, we’ve lost all hope.
We’re closing our eyes, forgetting to cope.
A hole in my head, and preparing to drown.
If you are not dead, you’ll soon be underground.
We will not retreat.
There is still one way.
Buzz Aldrin saves the day!
Come and feast your eyes on my single greatest fear.
The cracks in the earth, certain doom is clear.
I reside in the tides where most people would lose their minds.
And the ones that keep their sanity don’t need a chance to find.
We’ve surpassed the atmosphere that we’ve grown to know.
We understand our deposition and it goes to show
that which is not dead cannot eternal lie,
and with strange eons even death my die.
We’ve lost all cylinders, we’ve lost all hope.
We’re closing our eyes, forgetting to cope.
A hole in my head, and preparing to drown.
If you are not dead, you’ll soon be underground.
We will not retreat.
There is still one way.
Buzz Aldrin saves the day!
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