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Golden radio blares yellow journalism
Blue heads reach for purple prose
When the big red hand emerges
From the black thunder cloud
We will all be saved or eliminated
And green life can begin anew
God/Man at his drafting table
Selecting identities with tiny checkboxes
Deciding who matters the least
And can thus be shipped off
With bombs and ammunition
Fatal mission to ravage the Middle East
Again
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Something For A Void
01:56
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look at all this so-called art
supposed voices, maybe thoughts
missing hands, empty words
in lands that look the same
its use is to be dumped in a void
its use is to be thrown in a void
its use is to always be destroyed
avoid
into the pipeline of "what people want"
to promise a future they're not in
quality is dead, it's all about speed
the data nobody wants to read
no more thrills
no more skills
only ills
the eyes have hills
and other horrible workplace accidents
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For
01:52
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long passed the time for absolutions
wind and rain storms for days
burning support for executions
a want for bitter war, not for a better world
what are the cheerleaders for?
what, for a life, should it cost?
what comes for it when it's lost?
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so really I just don't get the appeal anymore
it works, sure, for you, but to me
it's a bore
it's a chore
it's a war between a fading past and a glowing future
which itself is not the end of the world
but it's a song I've heard before
but not all tunes are meant to stick to the wall
a nibble is fine but I don't need to eat it all
evolution is real
change is good, static destroys
I'm just doing what we all should
you won't find my initials in the wood
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Belief 2
02:12
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there is venom in the missed
the pleas stop dancing around the issues
on much finer paper and piles of distractions
by the dry tissues
there is absence in the void
the whispers are answered, another bubble burst
death to all your clones in spirit
emptiness is better than you
for the same name in the same role
losing the same game falling down the same hole
loser, fucking loser
there's entirely too much joy in the world
to waste an iota of it on you
I don't like you breathing my air
or any of it at all
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I was cursed with the flavor of life
that makes me good at bullshit jobs
I have learned that like any good weapon
it can help me win without honor
doomed to have a dull career that doesn't sprain my soul
cracked to enjoy the menial slime that hasn't drained my hole
look at me, the working white, who hates how good he has it
the bar is sinking in the mud, no effort to surpass it
I was cursed with the favor of light
that makes me crave the shit you don't
I have yearned for a place in this scene
and this is the only way
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all I ever do is wallow in my hatred
will a scene change be enough to do a second thing?
the curtains I keep in the gap
the empty plastic green mousetrap
the pink filter for the dripping tap
there's nothing wrong with you
the dirty dishes that take up space
the bugs that get too close to my face
in days I'll leave without a trace
but I'll really miss the view
heat waves don't matter like they used to back when I was a kid
cause they're not special anymore, it's just how things are now
it takes entirely too much energy to use entirely too little of it
to make myself frustrated at the same things over and over
I already know what I don't like and why so really it's pointless
to be disappointed in things I already do not and will never trust
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World Cafe Dead
03:04
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it takes one man with money and a hammer
to send a storied reputation to the slammer
impressive at this speed
agitated by the greed
and uncaring of the people he fucked
it takes an army of banned soldiers
to send a bleeding message to the colder
to the vaguely aware, "don't spend money in there"
and turn his new toy into cursed luck
it takes an army of band soldiers
to pull back the curtain and show off just how
poorly this is going to end for you
if you keep fucking around
you're gonna find out the hard way
off with his head
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Really Who Gives A Shit?
00:57
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never remembers his tracks or the time
over the train and into line
focus full on every breath
the sun is aimed
in the dome an honest air
no purpose to maintain
really who gives a shit?
over the line
tracks into time
he's gonna die in there
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Just Checking In
01:15
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loser and poser don't rhyme
but it feels of truth all of the time
that I'm sitting and watching
and waiting for something to happen
the waltz starts to drag into 4
my foot got stuck in the glass floor
I measured the door but the wind pulled it shut
where I'm trapped in
in series with unknowing battles
that no one is meant to win
I'm having the time of no life
and you're just checking in
everything now smacks of cliche
including the sentiment of
the feeling of life repetition
and echoes of romantic love
I'm calling the bluff of a species
or at least the subset occupied
by the losers who preach self-importance
and the posers who all hide inside
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When?
01:54
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how fast the ball rolls
when the target is a little bit in sight
how high? how high?
what the neighbor's songs entail
when seedlings sprout inside
how high? how high?
we are forming new language
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All My Best
03:07
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what a pretty sunset
shame it had to be so brief
what a lot of shitty habits
do to cancel out relief
while I'm here, I must be going
back to bed or dead or red or head
so I can get back to throwing
all my best efforts away
cause who gives a fuck about heart anymore
we've been hypnotized to believe we always mean what we say
no room for metaphors in this cruel city
I'm so tired of being earnest, give me buckets of pity
what an awful sunrise
it's taken all day
I'd have a rant incoming
but what should I really say?
there's a reason for the treason in this season of ass
and my aim is getting better throwing efforts in the trash
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I thought I felt your icy wind
when I heard the coming avalanche
I attempted to trek through the mist
but your chilly reception froze me
in this sheer cold I forget there can be warmth in the world
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Distance Fighter
02:46
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it's a big day for water at the mammoth hospital
implanting the glitches that make life tolerable
hey, that's how it works with two hearts
letting the ghosts eat the hole in your boat
molar panels
analog plinth
tubular lampshade
remote universe
over an infinite trail of moons
refreshing the puzzle, pushing the buttons
starved and craving the tiny gaps in the heat
taping over the lids and lashes
tongue eraser
edible heart
lounge tracer
distance fighter
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Living & Breathing
01:32
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imagine ever feeling finished with your life's work
concluding that the book is closed and will never reopen
organically pushing a moment towards the laminator
drinking the champagne that tastes like tap water
that's my living and breathing
timing is nothing, it's all in the temple and wrist
so low exhibitions don't satisfy all of the urges?
the hallways get longer with less room for wingspan
the ceilings keep growing with no hint of sky
so what's the reason you put your pencils down?
it must be treason if you don't care to build your own crown
forgot to season the meat on the bone
or a non-animal substitute if you're into that
what matters is
you're not living and breathing
if you don't keep pushing
if you don't keep wishing
if you don't keep dreaming
if you don't keep stitching
together the parts of your world
into art
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"a shining beacon of holy light in a vast black sea of monsters and sadness" - alex
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Album count: 56
Release count: 156
Song count: 1743
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