1. |
Talk Reality
03:21
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choosing words without the faculties
earnest effort causing casualties
keep it simple talk reality
crafting lines to sew a tapestry
dress the meaning with profanity
play your favorite personality
Striving for the right mentality
wax poetic on the world you see
sing the chorus with vitality
shaping thoughts with rife mythology
compositions of insanity
telling tales of false mortality
who would want to be the new
spokesman for a sense of doom
feeding the void
feeling destroyed again
listen to the truth you hold in fear
holding on the notes you wish to hear
practice hope for yet another year
who would want to be the new
spokesman for a sense of doom
feeding the void
feeling destroyed again
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2. |
Main Street Video
03:07
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wind it up shut off the outside
crush it up to speed up the process
always out of what you want but you're still here
memberships to secret tips
late fee hell and candy shell
magnet dreams and shredded teens
Listen to the bosses acid tales
climbing up a tree with a twin cam bow
punching out a mid tier pop punk god for show
memberships and arrow tips
late fee hell and hard upsell
magnet dreams and timewarp themes
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3. |
County Line
03:24
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The silence
free morning
fake violence
adorning
creep into
the boring
the sunlight
still forming
past presence
the hallways
strict essence
no ashtrays
the schooldays over
to see my friends
the bells a memory
just past the bend
the yard is closed
i can't imagine life beyond the county line
it's not mine
new structure
free postage
no rapture
the right page
a chapter
in these ways
strict measures
no sick days
the schooldays over
to see my friends
the bells a memory
just past the bend
the yard is closed
I can't imagine life beyond the county line
it's not mine
the camera waiting
to see my face
to hear my answers
to feel my place
I'm home for now
I can't imagine life beyond the parallel
must be hell
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4. |
Anonymous Caller
02:43
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crown a king on the lonely steps of phoenix
all the ripest fruit is called for treason
through the glass
hold my hand
jealous of the sacred one who sent me
all the hoards of eboys who resent me
among the seats of power like a splinter
prouder than a peacock in the winter
through the glass
hold my hand
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5. |
Golden Calf
02:54
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No way around the miners problem
the power draw the speculation
a broken wind farm
a humming meadow
gamers remorse and a fancy token
we are the coin
we are the dreamer
the gilded cup
the frosty schemer
no contraband
no coded deep end
a mile away from the reputation
a golden calf a charming window
the stakes are raised and the markets spoken
we are the coin
we are the dreamer
the gilded cup
the frosty schemer
we are the wind
we are the dust bowl
fair-weather friends
a homeless preacher
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6. |
Bedroom Logic
03:07
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apocalyptic prose approved without the feel
the chief executive in the room won't see your reel
what's left to see from a rooftop view what's left to steal
leave me at home with my magic intact
dousing the bedroom for logic and fact
I'm nothing like the crystalina crew gone out find
absolution of a lonely heart to the grand design
I'm not a keeper of the tokens of a melting mind
leave me at home with my magic intact
dousing the bedroom for logic and fact
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7. |
Strangers We've Made
03:51
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how'd it look with these new eyes
does it fit the picture in my mind
how's it sound in this new age
changes vibrate alien ways
how'd it feel in these new shoes
distance leaves the dreaming bruised
future finding memory faults
shook up feeling after thoughts
mind's eye
turn back
memory
faults me
time has changed our mutual minds
muddled meanings in disguise
set the terms from which to grow
the salad days we've always known
where the difference quietly
patch the gaps in history
pricing this unclouded view
from the picture that it made of you
mind's eye
turn back
memory
faults me
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8. |
Haunted Kitchen
04:04
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making sure the floors are burnished
life has been extracted
cater for a thousand ghosts
instead of me and my friends
surplus forever
burnt out together
dreaming of the crowded smells
a mindless invitation
harvesting the scraps of old
and pining for the real thing
dining out on foolish finds
the taste of our endeavor
burning in the morning light
the two star kitchen savior
surplus forever
burnt out together
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frequent flyer steady the breeze
little pilot bury your winds
as the day goes you're tired again
find a place to land and approach the unknown for a second time
through the chatter hardly a truth
so unburdened focused on dying
no conviction to sell like a soul
evil selfie to send and approach the unwashed for a taste of fame
through the eye of the final needle
stretched out like a fib through time
feel bad for the operators
like pink mold to heavens lye
heavens lye
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