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Terrible things in my head
Making me wish that I was dead
Nobody knows the score
Hiding behind these closed doors
Terrible things in my room
I always feel this sense of impending doom
Why won't these clouds go away
I can't do anything today
And I know that I was wrong
But this has been going on for
way too long
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CROSSED KEYS - Saviors
02:31
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This is no meditation.
The need and pain is real.
You tell me that salvation
Lies within a faithful zeal.
Salvation for the saviors.
All you have are thoughts and prayers.
As if that were enough.
A preacher on a pulpit
Blessed with two blind eyes
Sends out thoughts and prayers
But he can’t hear your cry.
And you can sleep so well
Knowing you won’t go to hell.
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weaponized god circles the sky
endless war / endless bone to pick dry
catapulted carrion ascends the walls
vulture messiah feeding on fear and stench
duality of human this cursed parasitic twin must be severed and cast away along with its phantom limbs
sever the arms of weaponized god / these pervasive phantom limbs
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OPEN CITY - On the Spit
00:53
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who left you there on the floor?
gasping for air through the smoke
who held the knife to your throat when
those bulls came rushing straight through the gate?
we know the end to all this is death
but we’re still patting our boys on the back
pat ‘em on the back
who let you into the party?
we’re laying face down on the floor
you kicked down the door with your big boots
shattered the teeth of an old horse
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An infallible system driven down
neve a doubt in supreme faith
the divine arrive descending as
cherubs in blue
like suffocation
never a misstep in making us safer now
face down non-believers are filtered out
preemptive preventative trigger pulls
the machine learns the ritual's moves
here for "us" and helping "them" out too
absolute and beyond reproach
that they transcend the moral
with a blinding light
certainty that we are all much safer here
in supreme faith
with our hands outstretched
in humble supplication
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THE BROOD - Enemy
01:20
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Raised to show them all, you’re a real man
Broken bones will make them all understand
It doesn’t matter - why really care?
Can’t second guess a thought that isn’t there
FUCK YOUR HONOR, FUCK YOUR PRIDE
RAISED TO WIN - SOON TO DIE
Rotting from the inside out, a culture of oppressive violence against people of color has permanently stained the facade of “law enforcement” in this country…and in our city. Fuck the murderers in blue.
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L.M.I. - Tracing Fortune
02:21
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HONEY - Forever Fire
02:48
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Wrapped myself in trust and safety
believed truth, priority
a hostage / situation
empty husk, waiting for all your nothing.
Waking up to a gut punch x4
Giving to my detriment
your baseline: unrealized needs
obliteration/obligingly
fade myself: fill you with honey
Waking up to a gut punch x4
Goodbyes
leave the ephemera of our lives
to fill the empty cavity
of my ribs
with hope
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UNGODLY HOUR - Remains
08:30
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I don’t want to upset you
And I don’t want sympathy
I can’t feel compassion
I’m free from my vessel today
And I’d give my air if only to help you breathe
And I’d give my light if only to guide your way
And I’d give my eyes for you to gain my sight
And I’d give my pain for you to feel what you’ve done to me
Now I’m free from condition
And I’m free from restraint
Now I’m free for ascension
And flow through time and space
I don’t want to alarm you
I just want to explain
this in which I once traveled
It is now your vessel to take
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SOLARIZED - The Engineer
05:09
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well
the ontological incongruence of a baiting
mixed up hyperbole
it goes down
(you're) an ion encrusted nomad capsule burst through the ionosphere
with tachyon membrane to withstand the rigors of the stratosphere
chose your shell to be in concordance with the "lifestyles" safe for this atmosphere
thousand think-pieces hit your body surrounded by the engineers
now you're burning in the blogosphere
your shell distended in amber
but you're real
show me the money
put the grams inside my hand
now you're burning in the blogosphere
your shell distended in amber
you're real
their rules
your world
crushed under the weight of a thousand microagressions
your shell distended in amber
pull back the curtain on the engineer
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The Remnants of the old machine.
Recalled! Hidden from scrutiny.
Thinly veiled, though we all see
The market worth of our bodies.
Our rage has ripped the final veil;
But we know they won’t concede!
As they eliminate our evidence
To satisfy their greed.
Weigh us down with chain!
Lead in our water or in the back!
We will bleed, if you’re content to watch.
String us up a tree, and we’ll do a dance for you.
You can cut us down,
But you can’t destroy the root!
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Sky turned black bathed in pouring rain.
She won't come back, things will never be the same.
Unwanted and obscene...this creature, this thing.
Unsightly act, the horror she brings.
-The Changeling- (x2)
Blinding fear, born into this home.
I'm always near....you'll never be alone.
I am this house...
beyond locked doors.
The ringing in your ears...creaking of the floors.
-The Changeling- (x4)
Her voice lost in time, calling from the grave.
A truth unheard, caught beneath the waves.
She cries on the wind, whispers whats in store.
Weeping angel speak...
Her silence no more.
-The Changeling- (x4)
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don’t be sorry that you never save
when every little choice you make
the consequences are so great
you're always just a step away
from losing fucking everything
but it doesn't have to be this way
if only we could turn the blame to all the wealthy parasites whose only trade is knowing how to take
knowing how to take
but they never work a day
but they sure know how to take!
and you never get a break!
and your only saving grace, is every friendly face you end the week with over drinks
pour out all the hate and spite you've drawn
from every single day you bite your tongue
and vent out all the shit that you've amassed
from all the times you've kissed somebody's ass to pay your debts
but we stay strong
cause there’s a lot in life that’s worth a fuss
and we’re learning how to fight for that because
if all our days and nights belong to us we’ll do this right
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I watched myself burn out on the wrong side of the tracks,
I hitched a ride back, then watched myself fall off the wagon
It's no use, I've tried, to hide in plain sight
This weight in my heart makes me try
a suicide attempt 26 stiches wide
Punk rockers, they never survive
They either burn out young or they change their mind
Not a safe place to be, for you or me
And junkies, they never grow old,
They either clean up their act or they overdose
But I guess, as long as they're happy, I don't mind
You try to explain, relapse to replace,
The weight of the day, the weight of your brain
And I can't help you pick up all the pieces
These little lies we tell ourselves,
Like we're gonna get sober or get ourselves help
It waxes and wanes, these phases of pain
And I'm just too tired to keep playing these games
Oh squatters will never get hired,
Cause as long as there's trains, there's a constant reminder
Of a wanderlust so thick, they can't resist
And cutters will never do more, than bust open a vein
and bleed out on the floor,
But if that's how you wanna go, don't let me stop you
I watched myself fuck up, it's the only thing I seem to do well enough,
And I try to act surprised, but these days it's hard
There's no lookin back, that road is a mess,
If you want to change, you're gonna have to forget
And I can't be your voice of reason
Alcoholics, truth be told,
They only see their future in a bottle of Skol
And I don't wanna know those fools no more,
I don't wanna know those fools no more,
I don't wanna be that fool no more
And you scared me nearly half to death,
You don't look the same since you've been smoking meth,
But we all have different ways that we lose sleep.
We all have different ways that we lose sleep
We all have different ways that we lose...
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Gritty is a punk
Crosby is a runt
They all went down to philly to the ice to skate
Cry Sydney cry
Call offsides
Gritty is a punk
Iceberg is a runt
They all went down to Pittsburgh to skate the game away
Cry Sydney cry
Call offsides
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Strange puddles forming on the sidewalk
Radio is playing Talk Talk by Talk Talk
Rain fallin' down makes everything slick
And i'm the king - the king of Sick
I'm the King of Sick
I'm the King of Sick
If you're gonna make a move you best make it quick
Now Step back I'm gonna be sick
Germs so big you can fuckin' see 'em
like something that belongs in a goddamn musem
Little Johnny's playing with a rusty ice pick
And i'm the king - the king of Sick
I'm the King of Sick
I'm the King of Sick
If gonna make a move you best make it quick
Now Step back I'm gonna be sick
Hey little birdie take a look out my window
There's a spot in my yard where the grass just won't grew
A little brown patch creeping closing to home
A little brown patch I can call my own
Hey little birdie but your weed killer down
Keep your hands in the air and don't make sound
There's a reddish brown patch creeping closing to home
There's a reddish brown patch I can call my own
Strange sounds breaking the quiet of the night
babies howl like mesquitoes bite
you can draw up the charges but they ain't gonna stick
Cuz i'm the king - the king of Sick
Dirt path leading out of town
But it just leads back around
And you find yourself falling for the same old tricks
And I'm the king - the king of Sick
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