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And it's pathetic
And you're incessant
Cleanse the wound but disregard the preference
You're anesthetic
I'm apathetic
Clears the drain, but clogs up the septic
I wish you hadn't done that
(I wish I didn't do it)
There's no place like home
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2. |
Laxative
02:43
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The one who ate the lights
Always in the way
The floorboards creak and sway
and the windowpanes shatter
The one who ate the lights
The one that got away
Tucking your children in at night
The one who ate the lights
Look whose telling you your rights
Melodrama is the middle ground
Can this life truly be found?
The one who ate the lights
Wasn't their fault at all
They'll never know the pain
or what it is to fall
The one who ate the lights
Laughing at our plight
but it might just work
The one who ate the lights
not yet accountable for actions
We'll all have to pay for it in the end
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4. |
Sakon the Thief
02:35
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I ain't a friend, I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
My carriage
is made of wood
My horses are drawn and quartered
I will cater to your fastidious command
I'm not doing anything suspicious
because
I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
(I ain't afraid of a fool;
I am an innovator)
This back
will never carry the weight
I will always lose my place
I'll never be late
Did I mention that is one nice sword?
Can I see it for a second?
I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
(I ain't afraid I'm a foe)
I am sick
after lunchtime wine
If I encounter the divine
I promise to challenge
I would never lie to you
because
I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
(I ain't afraid of a fool;
I am am an innovator)
I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh.
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5. |
Ginger Ale
01:38
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Pleasure
quantified
Propensity
Profit
Polyamorous
The boardwalk you dragged me on to
The time that we shared outside of the party
The rat poison made you walk funny
The planks that splattered your brain matter on the ferris wheel
Sooner or later you will realize that "the ride is not stopping;
You are going to die"
The hole in the beach
That took you down
Do not worry
Made sure it was deep enough
To muffle any sound
That will be produced
After you are buried
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6. |
Fashionable Warts
01:43
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-"Is" are:
because,
"Have" wants
"Can’t"
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8. |
Hologram Peach Pit
00:29
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9. |
I'm in the Ketchup
01:14
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I'm in the ketchup
and alluding to my faucet
Rippling my arm over
the surface of their
Flat-Top bed in lagoon Junes
and the doll eye
breaks through
Glass that corrodes
my Cheetoes and
pluggins my brew
damping my cigarette
In the morning Dew
that brings the noses
of Roadkill and Housewives
breaking my fishing net
and scattering my ashes
on the Flock of Rocks
breaking on the bed
of badness and the
Brink of Sleep
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10. |
Curtain Call
02:03
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Look at the boy
Look at the boy
comin' down the chimney
Look next to you
See whose on
The evening train
With you
A message
for the faint of heart
or weak stomachs
that go
on and on and on forever
on and on and on forever
Goodnight my friends
Goodnight my friends
Be well
I bid you a grand ol' farewell
and condemn you all to hell
condemn you all
to hell
condemn you all
to hell
Look at the boy
Look at the boy
Look at the boy
comin' down the chimney
Look at the boy
Look at the boy
Look at the boy
coming down the
chimney
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11. |
Gearhead
02:14
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Taking
but not
talking
Waking
without
walking
Refuse the abuse
and return it to sender
Gearhead
Gearhead
Gearhead
Gearhead
Oh my little
Gearhead
What you've grown
to be
Gearhead
here for all to see
Gearhead
judge accordingly
Gearhead
Gearhead
Look at my inside
are they good enough
for you?
The city
is painted
and named
after you
You don't need a disguise
the way you look will do just fine
Gearhead
Gearhead
Gearhead
Gearhead
Oh my little
Gearhead
Gearhead
what you've grown to be
Gearhead
here for all to see
Gearhead
judge accordingly
Gearhead
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12. |
Stoopin' in my Tip-Taps
01:14
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Stoop to my level
Come on down
See it unfold
Visit my family functions
but vacate the premises
Let it swallow you
Parading around
downtown
and visiting all your favorite stores
I watch you walk
but I have no time to talk
in passing moments
fractured by too much thought
I miss you
I hate you?
eternal scarring friend
We are separated as one
Stoop to my level
Come on down
See it unfold
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13. |
Kurasowa Pinwheel
02:14
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14. |
A Crown of Vultures
03:29
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15. |
Our Ships, Are Two
02:54
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My heart refrains
My heart refrains
My heart remains
My heart remains
Usable
or in use
for the rest
of my days
Apart from
or with you
I'd never forget you
I'd never forget you
I'd never forget you
You've been here
You've been here
far too long
Welcomes were overstayed
You
created
your
own
half
life
Examine what lies before you
Orient
populate
Orient
populate
Orient
populate
fulfill the spread of the new disease
Instruct me
allow me
to follow
because being with you makes me more hollow
My heart refrains
My heart refrains
My heart remains
My heart remains
My heart remains
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16. |
Clotted Sound
02:21
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Help me to aim
I can taste it
Help me to aim
I can taste it
Help me to aim
I can taste it
You are mine
Instincts and conquest
Subsistence and nourishment
I don't have new ideas anymore
just old plans
It has been my frame of reference for some time now
Give me weapons
Survival is a cost, a debt that is not mine to pay
Use my senses against me
Betray me from the inside out
You can take me softly
When it falls into my mind, I eradicate blame and substitute myself
Torture requiring labor
our torsos
are encased in glass
and our veils are dark
Do anything in your power
but you can't
clear my throat
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17. |
Tourniquet
01:57
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18. |
"What Noise?"
02:09
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the Inbred Lunatics in
the Heart of the Woods
are screaming bloody murder
for their Lost Idol
they no longer possess the ability
to question their Storm Drains
and Meat Cleavers
driving at midnight with no
headlights has become an impossibility
and it was just a Bad Idea to Begin With
we will probably never see them again.
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19. |
Woah, Dolly
01:56
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20. |
Splints
03:18
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Understanding where I'll run
When I run
Understanding where I'll run
When I run
to be gone
for good
When I run
to be gone
for good
This little thing
is from me
to you
I hope you don't forget me
Seizing beneath me
Below the plates
shifting
shifting
shifting
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Well that doesn't explain the start
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Well that doesn't explain the start
explain the start
explain the start
Come on into the house
The lights are always on
and the water's warm
for you
for you
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Well that doesn't explain the start
explain the start
explain the start
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Well that doesn't explain the start
explain the start
explain the start
explain the start
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21. |
The Spider Collector
03:04
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A ride
with all the seats taken
A feast for the eyes
An untimely surprise
We meet our demise together
All your desires
will transpire
if you give them
long enough
Our timely plummet
met with our need to descend
Puts our beings
permanently on the mend
A horse with no carriage
or an animal with no master
Oh so easily captured
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22. |
Driftwood Palace
02:51
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23. |
Windshield
02:25
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Complex
Serpentine
in posture
Unending
relentless
I cut my
Achilles tendon
and ran for you like I never thought I could
The entire time
Inching further from myself
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24. |
Chout For Deer
00:39
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25. |
Umah Tharsis
02:32
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Umah
Umah
Umah Tharsis
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26. |
Vacation Song
02:18
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We're here
We've arrived
But, we're still waiting
Slap me on the cheek
or pinch me
For I must be dreaming
I can only be dreaming
I fell down today
but it was okay
because you were there
Thank You
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27. |
Oral Stretchmarks
03:18
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28. |
A Family Dinner
02:52
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A father grunts
and throws a fresh pound
onto the slab.
The doors are locked. The walls are whispering.
The chairs are empty. Outside
a shrieking silence is building, the trees
are shedding and cementing
themselves to the planet
to the sounds of slaughtering
farmhands and innocence
perverted in the barn.
The beds are stale. The pillows are stained.
The chairs are empty. Everything
is coming down anvils and his head
is involuntarily shaven.
He is muttering to himself
and drawing the shower curtain. He is popping the bubbles,
sinking deeper; becoming undefined
in the darkness.
The sink is fluorescent. The floor is backwards.
The chairs are empty.
He is wandering on a barren
prairie looking for children without playgrounds
and a horse to drown.
He is dancing
with farmers daughters with murder on his breath
and choking himself with tumbleweeds. The weddings
in the middle of nowhere
and the funerals
down the road are roosters at midnight.
The weathervane
is lacerating his umbrella
with the laughter of his kin. The grass is the color of his stomach.
The wool has been singed and pulled. The pork more pure
than you or I. The sirens are his saviors.
The chairs are empty.
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29. |
Iggy's Basement
04:28
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We mend together
We forget each other
We were never here at all
at all
at all
at all
at all
Oxygen as a catalyst
Never to be seen again
Never again
Never again
Never again
Never again
Sympathy falls apart upon further inspection
Would you help me
Until I fall apart?
Break
Fall
Step
Arrange
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My favorite thing to do is pretend that I don't exist
My hobbies include waiting
and counting blades of grass
The wishes that I have
are to tear the fabric of my flesh with a ball of wire
and to get a job
Discarded and
pretty lonely
Some ideation of loneliness
You know, like that
and also
like this package
that you told me to carry
for all these years
It was for you, but I opened it
All I found inside
were two syringes
and your earrings
the ones I liked
Get a job
Get a job
Get a job
Counting
Waiting
and counting
The wishes that I have
are to tear the fabric of my flesh with a ball of wire
and to get a job
get a job
get a job
get a job
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