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Cult of Idiocracy
04:01
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The rich get richer
The dumb get dumber
Sure as the winter
Turns into summer
You voted for a change of pace
Now the leopards come to eat your face
They don't care about you
Self proclaimed idols
Wolves in sheep's clothing
Stars, stripes, and bibles
Disguise their motive
It's nothing but a smash and grab
They'll gut the place and leave us scraps
No they don't care about you
Cause it's a big big club and you ain't in it
It's a big big world and they're all laughing
Dishonesty is policy
American atrocity
I'm never gonna be
In your cult of idiocracy
Owners in power
Exploit our labors
Our screams grow louder
In echo chambers
Reporting record revenue
There's more for them and less for you
The system's working as designed
Cause it's a big big club and you ain't in it
It's a big big world and they're all laughing
Dishonesty is policy
American atrocity
I'm never gonna be
In your cult of idiocracy
Well it's the same thing every time
Why would I expect different
Than this old paradigm
A loss that seems deliberate
No solution to be found
Except to burn the whole thing down
Wake me up when the empire ends
Cause it's a big big club and you ain't in it
It's a big big world and they're all laughing
Dishonesty is policy
American atrocity
I'm never gonna be
Cause it's a big big club and you ain't in it
It's a big big world and they're all laughing
Dishonesty is policy
American atrocity
I'm never gonna be
Never gonna be
No, I'm never gonna be
In your cult of idiocra-
Cult of idiocracy
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Malas Raíces
03:44
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Well the Property Brothers won't call it a master bedroom
But they'll smile through their teeth
While they sell you the deed to your house
"Well this neighborhood's got potential to make someone some money" they'll say
"Yea these bones are first rate. Hurry up, renovate. You'll make double the price that you paid"
Don't try and build me up
And then commodify my love
You say the world ain't bad
When you live on someone else's back
Don't try and build me up
And then commodify my love
Don't call it equity
Cause baby all I see
Are the scraps and the bones
Of the fruits that I've grown
Yea you got a real god complex
Wanna be lord of the land
With the working class eating up out the palm of your hand
Jackin' up all the rent but you've been getting it all for free
Well you call it an investment
We call it thievery
It goes and on again
And you know it never ever ever seems to end
Until we rise up from the ground
And drive the bastards out of town
Don't try and build me up
And then commodify my love
You say the world ain't bad
When you live on someone else's back
Don't try and build me up
And then commodify my love
Don't call it equity
Cause baby all I see
Are the scraps and the bones
Of the fruits that I've grown
Well I said the Property Brothers acknowledge the land that we stand on (it's stolen land)
But they'll finally relax at the heightening tax rates next door
"Well kid, now is the time to buy in
As your neighbors foreclose one by one
There's still meat on the bones of these quaint little homes
You'll make double the price that you paid"
Ahora vete
Corriendo
Alejate pendejo
No me dices que me quieres
Si mi familia no se quede
Ya estoy harto de la mierda
Cayendo de to boca
Vomitado para pintar tus lineas rojas
Ya no voy a dejar
Que me quitas de mi hogar
Y la lucha sigue siempre por eso me oirás gritar
Don't try and build me up
And then commodify my love
You say the world it ain't so bad, my dear
When you live on someone else's back
Don't try and build me up
And then commodify my love
Don't call it equity
Cause baby all I see
Are the scraps and the bones
Of the fruits that I've grown
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Death of the Party
03:38
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Set the stage
Present my case
Of how such elegance descended into disarray
Flash it forward to the epilogue
To properly set the scene
Shattered chandeliers, chinaware, and herend deer
Porcelain figurines
A lavish belvedere been now reduced to smithereens
(Such a tragic affair)
Back to the prologue there you are
High upon on your thrones
Vultures round the table picking at the bones
Of those for whom the labor bestowed you into favor
With the royal majesty
And as the champagne flows
Devious laughter grows
Abruptly interrupted by a tap at the door
Who could that be
(It's me)
I'm the death of the party
(Death of the party)
Tonight I'm dancing with the ghosts
I saved my appetite for this long awaited night
And my, you've been such gracious hosts
I'm the death of the party
(Death of the party)
Reaping grimly what I've sown
Rich and so delicious
And it sure beats eating alone
Jumping ship to take a dip in all the chemicals
You dumped into the sea
I may be radicalized
But you've been cannibalized
And now you're no one just like me
My vengeance has two edges
A scythe, a butter knife
And now the king's royal decree
Declares a trial by fire, stake me to the pyre
But I don't burn so easily
I'm the death of the party
(Death of the party)
Tonight I'm dancing with the ghosts
I saved my appetite for this long awaited night
And my, you've been such gracious hosts
I'm the death of the party
(Death of the party)
Reaping grimly what I've sown
Rich and so delicious
And it sure beats eating alone
Legacy shattered
Ground bones getting scattered
Into the weeping wind
Cast to the shadows
Ashes of chateaus
It seems we've reached the end
(Thank you and goodnight)
I'm the death of the party
And I'm dancing with the ghosts
Now my appetite feels quite set for the night
And you've been such tasty hosts
(Mmm, delicious)
I'm the death of the party
Reaping grimly what I've sown
Rich and delicious
It sure beats eating alone
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Little Black Dots
04:54
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We are all living our own lie
While together we're living life
Breathing together
In front of the television
Watching the same one
But we're watching different channels
Perception on top I'm standing
As the beings underneath the pillars congregate and converse
Discussing the show that we're all acting in
Featureless black dots
Roam under my feet
A Slit in the ground reveals its eye
No sound will make it blink
Shh! The ground is sleeping
Faces on the rocks
With clouds morphing as we talk
And drive women are dancing in my head
I'm laughing, and laughing, and laughing
At us at them, at you and him
Her and me, your prayers, my sin
He is God, and you are God, my God your God
They are and they were
We are God
Toxic liquid mixed tea and lemonade
Wash away the cotton in my mouth
We travel to a house
With bodies
Consisting of testosterone and makeup
Perfume and music
On some "very important person" status
The Demon made a friend with your God
Night ends
I look at the pillars holding up the foundation
And come to peace, with the war
Fought by the Little black dots around me
Living in the television
Living in the television
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Victory Lap
03:23
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I'm busbound headed south of town
And miles from my home
But I'm headed in the wrong direction
I hesitate to say that I've got to get off
I'm paralyzed by a scenic view
Just like that the choice was made for me
Your words dissolve my reverie
And I get everything I wanted
And we're gone
Like chalk in rain
Say goodbye to yesterday
No one's here to light a flame
Too far gone
Now I'm biting my own tongue
Cause every story that I've got is of you
I can't stop collecting all those pretty little things
I find that make me think of you
Guess I'll just sit here and unfold more paper planes
Five hundred more to go before I'm out of love with you
Just like that the choice was made for me
Your words reflect my cruelty
Is this really what I wanted?
And we're gone
Like chalk in rain
Say goodbye to yesterday
No one's here to light a flame
Too far gone
Now I'm biting my own tongue
Cause every story that I've got is of you
All I've got is of you
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Gaslight Gary
04:19
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Come around, spun around
This tangled web that we weave
Masquerade, so cliched
But I wear my heart on my sleeve
Having too much fun with you
You know now we ain't
Ever gonna see this through
So don't tell me you ain't
Having any fun with me
Why do I let you live inside my head for free
Silhouette, hard to get
Easy to reach as the moon
Bit the hook, open book
But I threw my cards in too soon
Having too much fun with you
You know now we ain't
Ever gonna see this through
So don't tell me you ain't
Havin any fun with me
Why do I let you live inside my head for free
I guess I never even thought to lie
But even if it was my fault well I
Could take the blame
For stepping in the ring
Having too much fun with you
You know now we ain't
Never gonna see this through
So don't tell me you ain't
Havin any fun with me
Why do I let you live inside my head for free
I guess I never even thought to lie
But even if it was my fault well I
Could take the blame
For stepping in the ring
And getting decked in the face
This taste that's left
Each second guess
Gets louder than the last
Past easing off the gas
We'll have this dance
And devour any chance of sanity
Long as it's you and me
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Ghosting My Therapist
03:09
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Well I frequently start mornings
Picking fights with my subconscious
Over memories and scenes in dreams
That leave me feeling haunted
But I don't cave in or call in sick
While paralyzed in bed
And as I hurry late to start my day
Peanut butter toast in hand
I ask myself
Could a depressed person do THIS?
I'm late to work but I ate breakfast
Could a depressed person do this?
Four hours of sleep and I feel good
Well it's been sixty days
I haven't shaved
Or grocery shopped
Or cleaned my room
That nonstop smoke alarm
Can't stop the all-consuming dread I feel
But then at 3 AM
By deus ex external stimulus
I get hit with manic rush
And as I fold my first t-shirt
Well I ask myself
Could a depressed person do THIS?
I cleaned my room by 5:36
Could a depressed person do this?
Could a depressed person do this?
Sometimes my brain just wants to spiral catastrophically
Dysfunction sticks to me like mayflies on a windshield
Although I should confront the things that are exhausting me
It's easier to tell myself that I'm not sick
Could a depressed person do THIS?
Put a chorus right after a bridge
Could a depressed person do this?
I dont think so
Could a depressed person do this?
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8. |
Going to Therapy
04:43
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Your rage like a mountain
Shook snowflakes from the sky
And every sentence you uttered
It sputtered with venomous
Thinly veiled cries for help
But you're searching
Amongst the other tortured souls
And together you're certain
There's no end to this pain so it's all gotta go
He said I feel bitter, resentful
I can't comprehend
Why the world seems to give out for free
Love to everyone else but me
And baby I know how it seems
But society sees
The misanthropy carefully stitched to your sleeve
You can't look at the world with disgust
And expect to discover love
My rage, my affections
The cycles that I live
They're shaped by my father's transgressions
Paternal succession of masculine narratives
And the knowledge
Of the past should set me free
But instead of that solace
When I look in the mirror
The man that I see
He's tired and tattered
He can't put an end to the patterns
Upending the love that he builds
And he feels like he's losing his will
Come on baby please fight through the pain
Keep on lifting the stain
Of misogyny baked in the folds of your brain
You are more than the sum of your thoughts
And you show that more often than not
Ashamed and repentant
I ask you to forgive
Cause in exchange for your spiritual labor
I'd make you my savior
Absolve all my cyclical sins
But as I'd worship at your pedestal
It's not absolution I'll find
Just the pain of exertion
Cause I spent all our love on unwrapping my mind
Instead I'll step back and observe
While you stridently burn
Through the obstacles placed in your life
And in the wake of your fire I'll find
The chaos and light that you wield
Is a book not a shield
And I should be so fucking lucky
That I ever got to read it
So when I feel bitter resentment creep into my head
And the void starts to sing soft and sweet
I just take a deep breath and repeat
My worth is my love for myself
Not material wealth
Or the actions and feelings of anyone else
I am more than the sum of my thoughts
And I happen to love me a lot
I'm more than the sum of my thoughts
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Salvage
02:51
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Are you feeling the desperate cold clutch of scarcity?
Does it whisper and whimper and stop you reaching out to me?
It might be hard or it might be terrifying
To be imperfect in a world that doesn't want you trying
But take a leap and you'll find it's so surprising
The many arms reaching to catch you
Love is abundant
No matter what they've told you
So let it spill over the sides of your heart
Cause none of us is better
Than all of us together
There's never any need to have to go it alone
Are you reeling and angry when you look around today?
Do you feel like you can't even start to change the world a little?
It might feel hard or it might feel terrifying
To be invested in a world that wants to see you dying
But take a stand and you'll find it's so surprising
The many fists reaching out to join you
Love is abundant
No matter what they've told you
So let it spill over the sides of your heart
Cause none of us is better
Than all of us together
There's never any need to have to go it alone
Love is abundant
No matter what they've told you
So let it spill over the sides of your heart
Cause when you give it away
It comes back in spades
We'll never make a difference if we go it alone
Love is abundant
No matter what they've told you
So let it spill over the sides of your heart
Cause none of us is better
Than all of us together
There's never any need to have to go it alone
Love is abundant
No matter what they've told you
So let it spill over the sides of your heart
Cause when you give it away
It comes back in spades
We'll never make a difference if we go it alone
Go it alone
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10. |
Linear Time
03:46
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You cut a hole in space and time
And left me stranded in this boring old timeline
Now you're free to run around that big flat circle all you want
And I'm stuck here living on a line
So sick of linear time
Here and now you're gone you were hurting for so long
Now it's so different here
Look up in the sky the golden eagle flies
And all just disappears
Never coming back its too much to unpack
We cant relive the years
Or the memories and reveries
Of when we shared that same place in time
Yea the future looks bright
I wish you could see it tonight
But that's just the way it's got to be
You cut a hole in space and time
And left me stranded in this boring old timeline
Now you're free to run around that big flat circle all you want
And I'm stuck here living on a line
So sick of linear time
Moons out everyday I think it's here to stay
Now could this be the year
Our sons maybe one day will put it all away
And not live in fear
Butterflies don't stick around I'm gonna drown
The crowds so heavy here
With the memories and reveries
Of when we shared the same place and time
Yea the future looks bright
I wish I could see you tonight
But that's just the way I must perceive
You cut a hole in space and time
And left me stranded in this boring old timeline
Now you're free to run around that big flat circle all you want
And I'm stuck here living on a line
So sick of linear time
Well the future looks bright
I wish I could see you tonight
You cut a hole in space and time
And left me stranded in this boring old timeline
Now you're free to run around that big flat circle all you want
And I'm stuck here living on a line
So sick of linear time
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