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Again
03:12
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There ain’t no pill you can swallow or a drink you can mix to fix your mind when deceiving a friend
No better place to be honest in the clothes that you wear in the room where nobody pretends
So take your place with your reasons for an absence of faith next to regrets from your morning head
Pain hits hard, how did this start? Take another card, you take one sip and then you slip into a trance
As if you woke on the dance floor with suspicious new friends, conscience alarms screaming silent cause who cares where you been, its like you stopped feeling guilty for original sin or is your heart keeping secrets again
Went all the way down, chasing a penny in a wishing well
Cant find the way out but you’ve been scratching ever since you feel
Can’t find no heaven but she’ll assure you that there is a hell
And its dark, you must restart take another card you take one sip and then you slip into a trance
As if you woke on the dance floor with suspicious new friends, conscience alarms screaming silent cause who cares where you been, its like you stopped feeling guilty for original sin or is your heart keeping secrets again
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Flanso-Nite
03:42
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When you were young you sung where all the dirty jackets hung your lungs expunged carcinogens for steel grade lungs, you got your medal but the stories hung itself with its appetite
For life this skit is just a nother dream your wits are shit and their hangin on with grimy nails as your inhibitions start to fail
This tale has the clarity of six cocktails, inhaled as you lie to them with such detail… theres no handrails where you’re reaching
Mask on face for the flanso-nite
Skin the goat sacrifice tonight
Send your prayers to the satellite and then we dance in the red moonlight
Your favorite song is old - nobody lets you switch it on moving up makes you feel like a vagabond, beyond the point of no returning… but can you satisfy this yearning with
The gift of giving all the rules the slip you’ve got the answers at your fingertips this ship is sailing past the factual and moving into ritual
Cups full with the blood of a new covenant, arms raised as you tear apart the stitch malaise unphased by the gods you are creating.
Mask on face for the flanso-nite
Skin the goat sacrifice tonight
Send your prayers to the satellite and then we dance in the red moonlight
What have we done? Can we ask ourselves what have we done? Far to late to turn around and run. Who’s that rising from the fire? It’s the beast we once admired.
Just one voice in my ear a light for my fears this time theres no mistaking, these monsters aren’t masks just ghosts from a past no in present behind veils compelling… blood on each hand only just one command five dark words on lips you can’t stop spelling - this time we’re never telling.
Mask on face for the flanso-nite
Skin the goat sacrifice tonight
Send your prayers to the satellite and then we dance in the red moonlight
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Goldbrick
02:55
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What do you pay for moments of grandeur? The optics of slander pouring down on the floor.
An image of peace, what do you surrender? Hit return to sender and nothing gets done.
The hours float on not listening closer habitual ghoster your measures were wrong. You’ve been there so long, theres always tomorrow until the tomorrows are all gone.
When pressed to a screen, you feel so important all others just orbit all absorbent self.
The questions arise you’ve got a flyswatter tickets on a blotter put you back on the shelf.
Your only angle is open pressed in a circle the people you say your helping - jumping through hurdles. When you gonna pay back what you owe Goldbrick shiny but useless, dont you see your standing all alone Goldbrick? Threatening but toothless.
You’re always returning to dreams where you’re yearning to see your blue eyes blank staring down at them all.
If finding a purpose is wasteful and worthless - you think 30 pints keeps you ahead of the ball. There’s always tomorrow until its gone.
Always performing aren’t you goldbrick.
Memory scorning boring goldbrick.
Dead in the morning lies the goldbrick.
Guess there’s always tomorrow.
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4. |
Sweaty Gun
03:57
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Sitting in your garage in middle summer itchy feet your radio tossed dusty words into the air you’re feeling angry cause this show it makes you nervous makes you twitch makes you feel your all alone. This aging town is getting stranger spooky faces on the road. You sit and stutter stomp and mutter all around the county fair. Big guys just a fucking brat dumb small and scared.
You’re just another sweaty gun, your trigger cocky prepared to cum.
Full magazine dead set to spray, radical nonsense hate roleplay.
The flag in your front lawn ain’t got no red just white and black one line of blue cause all lives matter, unless of course they look and act different than you. Quick to report someone for crossing down your street suspiciously your favorite line is you don’t look like your the manager to me. You’ve got opinions, you’re judgements impaired, proudest little piggy doctrinaire, dumb small and scared.
You’re just another sweaty gun, your trigger cocky prepared to cum.
Full magazine dead set to spray, radical nonsense hate roleplay.
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5. |
International Feel
02:39
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I knew somebody she was a girl, made me talk backwards tried to conquer the world.
Sickness each sentence each word spoken backwards, augment my sequence level up in reverse.
Nervous hesitation as we catch an international feel.
No words were broken only gained what we spent, do you remember everywhere our place went and you, go through each text a horror fest we took the test and failed - like a casting call that filtered out the best.
Nervous hesitation while we catch an international feel.
I knew somebody she was a girl, made me talk backwards tried to conquer the world
I knew somebody she was a girl, made me talk backwards tried to conquer the world
Hesitation while we catch an international feel.
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6. |
Running in Place
05:34
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You’re the kind of same that changes, changes as she goes
Because every time your over, turn around brand new person to know
You lean into my neck, your lips make me feel like a god
You grab me in your hands turn me into the person you want.
So whys it feel like we’re just running in place
Whys it feel like we’re just running in place
It still feels like we’re just running in place
When they walk by, its like they never knew something happened.
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Space Duck
03:42
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It was just a day that ended in Y just like the joke
Threw my dog a ball, gave my doc a call then had a toke
Then later I fear, I drank a little beer then what the fuck
Something flying by, sorta caught me eye, is that the space duck?
His poultry is the real thing, reached venus just with his wings
Down on his luck but trying, the space duck
His poultry is the real thing, reached venus just with his wings
Down on his in that spacey muck its the space duck
Can’t believe my eyes, jesus in disguise no it cant be
What was in my chain, found it on my way but now I see
My new ducky friend, he’s holding my hand I can’t believe
Now I’ll never be alone, I’m taking him home I made him promise never to leave me
I made him promise, I made him promise, I made him promise
His poultry is the real thing, reached venus just with his wings
Down on his luck but trying, its space duck
His poultry is the real thing, reached venus just with his wings
Down on his in that spacey muck that spacey muck, hes just a duck
Tried to get away, why wouldn’t he stay when live was cold
But I locked the door, I’ve done all this before at least Im told
If I had my druthers we would be best brothers until the end
If this is how he wants it dinner is duck confit bye bye best friend
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8. |
Nightmare World
03:48
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Down the street, silent greets, stay apart, bout six feet or thats how far you’re under ground.
Here I am, crazy friend slingin awful truth again, waving out my window won’t go out that door.
Natures teeth, wear no mask, ugly truth, ugly past, now you know who really cares. Safety net wasn’t there, wanna play truth or dare, *Spencer gets a chubby at the grocery store.
Shove the papers in a plastic bag, theres no time.
Want a ticket to the Nightmare World? Step in line.
Anchors off, leave the shore, just the rich, fuck the poor, recline back and watch the storm.
Down the stream, penny eyes, only gold can survive - floating in the castle while the locusts swarm.
Shove the papers in a plastic bag, theres no time.
Want a ticket to the Nightmare World? Step in line.
Fingers to the mirror as we binge another season of the Nghtmare World.
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9. |
You Didn't Ask For This
05:00
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Someone elses decision was not your fault. Someone else’s decision was not your fault: but you react to it, double or triple react to it, disguised as simple react to it… consciously or not.
Falling in and out, falling apart. Scattered to the wind and sidewalk art. At the liquor store bored heavy heart, play it on review repeat restart.
Cause youreact to it, double or triple react to it, disguised as simple react to it… consciously or not.
Pack your bags don’t drag your feet the notice, shouldve made it clear.
Change your name and your address, you are not welcome hear.
You were broken but that was not your fault.
Words were spoken with fire thats not your fault.
Freedom you once desired thats not your fault.
Put your trust in a liar thats not your fault.
Somebody elses decision was not your fault:
But you react to it, double or triple react to it, disguised as simple react to it… consciously or not.
If it comes up, push it down if it follows, turn yourself round
If it lingers make no sound and your surface make it drown
So you can breathe, so you can breathe.
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10. |
Lil' Bit
02:42
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Drifting through my memories, thought i’d call to tell you I was home
The dangerous time, tells its story. I choose to write this verse on my own.
I flash back to unfamiliar places, I cried so hard I could feel and taste it.
Sometimes something hurts and then you grow.
I’m gonna be a better man next year
I’m gonna be a better man next year
Patient stations choices without fear
I’m gonna be a better man next year,
If I make it there.
Drifting…
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