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Amnesia
01:42
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Misery sung for memory loss.
Love demands dragging the line.
I see it passing through
A decade of flesh feeling spent.
"All of this exists through me."
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Dead Umbrella
01:50
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Wound up a human condition.
Wound up pulling at loose threads.
"I let some terrible god come in,
I let some terrible god come in"
Someone's
always
at the table.
Wash me out with a flood,
lay your head on my grave.
Dropping plates in a room.
We are still pomegranates,
split
for
seeds.
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3. |
Roman Candle
02:28
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There's nothing behind the wall,
but sweat in an anxious sleep.
I'm here to rest with the dogs.
I want to dance a new death.
I still can't decide.
Above and below,
I still can't decide.
Human nature,
A disappointment.
I've read through all the books,
the snake piles and the swarms,
the rat kings and the folds.
An anxious palm for you.
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4. |
Tension
03:39
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Strikes a nerve, and drags along
You felt the pain on the tip of your tongue.
And nothing here will fill your voids
You felt the pain on the tip of your tongue.
Stuck on the map & bridging the cut.
You felt the pain on the tip of your tongue.
And all your friends are on the streets
Hanging out with other friends you'll never meet.
Come take it off
For everyone that you know
and push back to floor
You ebb with these rhythms of death
The tension is pushing.
With your back against a wall, you've found it all.
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5. |
Poison Drum
03:13
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I feel nothing, with wounds still bleeding.
Your poison drum is always beating.
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6. |
On a Rung
02:07
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A word about the word "without"
Stuck in the back of the room
Little spirit, little witness
Still some hope slowly dripping
Familiar hex/15 steps to hell
A cubist on a rung
Red, Solar, Red Solar, & days & nights and red solar.
Heavy hangs on our heads.
Familiar hex/15 steps to hell
A realist on a rung
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7. |
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There is no sun outside
The ghosts are coming back
Spoke to you through a hole in the wall
So they said
"Gonna set my soul on fire"
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8. |
Moral Trip
01:56
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Better to be here with no sheets to burn
You bury yourself with the weight of the world
Pressure forever,
Society's shit
You're looking for something and I hope you find it.
Can you fucking face it?
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Spectator
01:57
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The future! The future!
I don't want the future.
I don't want this generation to spread the fucking cancer.
Well wishing thoughts won't mean a thing.
Setting the tone with the shortest of ropes.
Crashing, swinging.
Crashing, swinging.
I want to be untethered
because you're untethered
and they are untethered.
Crashing, swinging.
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10. |
Paradise, Coming Down
02:27
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"This is where you can stop"
Let them know what it meant.
Single out all bad days.
Recollect on the floor,
let your blood go to waste.
Let your thoughts go to waste.
Let your blood go to waste.
Sick people.
Volcano.
The things you saw.
The things you felt.
The things you were.
Sick people.
The things you wrong.
The things you need.
The things you use.
Sick people.
The things you know.
The things you read.
The things you lost.
Sick people.
The things you want.
The things you leave.
The things you love.
Sick people.
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