1. |
Fun's Over
01:52
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In pursuit of vine ripe fruit new ideas summer pavement hot
Chasing moments and hoping they invoke hits hope is all you’ve got
Stale love sad art sold for parts ankle traps and leg caught
Blanket statements from dying patients coughing blood all over your
house
There’s so few
Reasons to
Prostrate yourself at the feet of all these fools
In pursuit of vine ripe fruit new ideas summer pavement hot
Chasing moments and hoping they invoke hits hope is all you’ve got
Buying low selling vacant lots vacant stares and occupied plots
Tired slogans from tired showmen vomit on your best blouse
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2. |
Super Saturated
02:25
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A dull life
Inviting no jail time
Nights spent inside
Gifted with endless foresight
To clarify:
The dirt under your nails
The proof that you’ve been here
Let’s add up your wrongs
A rabid mob to audit who you are
Skull’s on fire
Praying for insight
Missing your veins
Until you’re found by the police lights
To clarify:
Dirt under your nails
The proof that you’ve been here
Let’s add up your wrongs
A rabid mob to audit who you are
You’ve got choices
Suffer with interests
Or float along with no consequence
Wish I could help
But I don’t know myself
Dirt under your nails
The proof that you’ve been here
You feed your passions
Or follow them all as they die in the sun
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3. |
Plucked
02:44
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Things people pretend to like
They ingest invest aggress for
A party that partly hopes they die
Take a beating with your robbing
Kicked to the teeth on live TV
Trust this statement:
There’s no trusting states, man
I don’t put faith in
Any crooked strangers plans or hands
Essence sucked out the bottom
While your man stays standing by
Behave bad and act rotten
Teach a dog to chew his tail
Behave like you’re owed something
Trust this statement
There’s no trusting states, man
I don’t put faith in
Any crooked strangers plans or hands
I learned young there’s no I in people
anything that’s bigger than a band
Is suspect and can’t be relied on
No matter how you hard you find yourself trying
There’s a hole that’s always leaking
In the shape of your fellow man
The missing piece is
Anything but misplaced grievance
Lots of talk maybe lost in talk
anything that works is in pieces
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These things I read about the way the world works
I lift the spoon to socket and dig my eyes out
These things I hear about the way the world works
I bring the knife to ear and slice myself clear
News flash I need news less
Those things I learned about the way the world works
I take roller to my thoughts and beat the knots out
Those things I do about the way the world works
wonder will it amount to anything at all?
News flash I need news less
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5. |
Detective Lieutenant
03:26
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Architect and mason build a square
you’re the one who assigns it meaning
You live in that space you give it
joy anger hope or despair
If I do a double murder
what this song did for you doesn’t change an iota
One man per crucifix
form a line your turn is coming just give it time
We don’t toss away what we love.
Well, maybe some of us
But I’m not part of that cover up
I won’t toss away what I love.
I don’t care who’s involved
I’m not part of that cover up
Bricklayers do their part and they exit
What happens next is none of their business
Christmas dinner family battles
Who’s on drugs and who’s pregnant
If we disappoint each other somehow
It’s ok we don’t share the same house
There’s only one side of the street
You’re responsible for
And that’s yours
We don’t toss away what we love
I won’t toss away what I love
We don’t toss away what we love
We don’t toss away what we love
Well, maybe some of us
But I’m not part of that cover up
I won’t toss away what I love
I won’t toss away what I love
I want to forget you asked
You don’t need to justify
Any and all reasons why
No one elected you to judge
Truth is you’re buried all by yourself
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6. |
Tiresome
03:05
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When you’re full sad sack
Listening to Mush on a city bus
You let those tears eat your brain
“Poor me” is your refrain
When you’re off on one
Whispering pity into your shirt
You celebrate being weak
And keep excuses right in reach
Here’s what I learned living under my rock
Here’s what I found when I finally looked
There’s nothing there but air
A void where ambition ain’t
A damp seat of bad thoughts
A rotted body you came across
When you’re sitting on your back
Staring at a stained dropped ceiling
Better served to burn that bed
Than spend another second on that feeling
Here’s what I learned living under my rock
Here’s what I found when I finally looked
You know this turn you see it coming
Your bored heart gives up on pumping
That self-hate was persistent
So those lungs are indifferent
You fooled fools but that’s worthless
Your pulse asks “what’s the purpose?”
When tired is the entire sum
That shit just makes you tiresome
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7. |
World Impact
02:06
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A sharp new butterfly knife
Purchased from a discount site
Snitch jacket and what it invites
Kids have such curious minds
Just another school yard beef
Another fight between drug thieves
This one starts and stays ugly
Thirty dollars of steel in his spleen
There are things that you see coming
Rolling like slow moving trains
Engine down city bus on a one way
No point in changing lanes
Three year stretch in juvie
Just sit and keep your nose clean
Work your traps avoid beatings
Rework your inner workings
Eighteen and out the door
Cold waiting on mom’s front porch
Yoga mat on her basement floor
Big nothings what you have in store
Collision
Can’t avoid it now
Collision
Bodies strewn around
Collision
Course committed
Collision
No opting out
There are things that you see coming
Rolling like slow moving trains
Some stay and while others go running
But the crushing force just gains
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8. |
Premium Offer
02:53
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She goes desk to desk teacher stalks with intent
That beast it smells food or some books unapproved
Some works run afoul of what she allows
Big reveal band-aid peeled and the teacher is you
Our connection to a thing as good as any wedding ring
It binds and it’s for life and weathers any storm that it invites
We’re married by experience to what we love we never lose it
Orders from above but you don’t have to choose them
These friends check your mail
your thoughts
your hair
your depth
And your step
These friends check your record
your phone
your bank card
your eyesight
And your hemline
These friends
Police
Your views
Intent
And mood
They sure do a lot
What can these people do for you?
These friends they kill
your goals
your drive
Drag you down
To where they thrive
These friends they will
contort
and bend
to condemn
Your life’s work
These friends they still
won’t admit
what they miss
they have nothing
and they’ll share it.
What can these people do for you?
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9. |
Piss & Quiet
01:30
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Staring inward all day
Indulgent self-involved navel gaze
A revolution in Belarus
I put my energies to other use
I don’t like feeling powerless
It’s hard enough staying hydrated
Brain is set for demolition
A bomb vest strapped to my vision
I’m not
One for
Anthems slogans or tricks
Simple
Cadence
To sell cheap shit
Don’t believe a thing
From a man on stage
Wish I could get religion
Some silly suit or submission
But even head wounds won’t permit
The kind of buy-in your cult insists
I’m not
One for
Anthems slogans or tricks
Simple
Cadence
To sell cheap shit
There is
Only
Yourself myself and noise
Fear not
Real thought
Pain in the ass but it’s all you’ve got
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10. |
Athlete on Bench
03:58
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Atomized by being lumped in
Local anesthetic for your facelifts
Umbrella effect and cloudy affect
Bring in managers to help you manage
Up late laptop burning your thighs
searching women you stayed with
for a week when you were nineteen
Wistful at a such young age
future’s not looking bright
It’s odd the things that you survive
They stack and stack until you’re forced to recognize:
The endless stress you feel is masturbation
Most times what you catch is just more cages
And that villain that you fought he just reflects who you are
Angry ghost or quiet spirit
Starved since leaving mom’s tit
I’m living between shrinking margins
I’m picking through dumpsters in the alley
The endless stress you feel is masturbation
Most times what you catch is just more cages
And that villain that you fought he just reflects who you are
Verse pre-chorus chorus and bridge
Writhing within a narrowing niche
Bridge chorus coda and end
I’m living between shrinking margins
I’m living between shrinking margins
Just a year review line item
A forgotten bit of accounting
An overdraft I’m forced to balance
I’m living between shrinking margins
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