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Beds
03:12
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Such a soft spoken second thought
We understand we must endure
Our bodies while they weaken and they rust
Safer to spin a hard truth
Than defend the pretender
Only to sooth a superficial wound
If everything you never said
Comes back to haunt you in the end
You’d break before you bend
All that leverage overhead
Now even our best guesses
Have started asking questions
We cannot comprehend the immeasurable rest
Destined to buried beds
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Bloody Fingers
03:25
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I am what I am
Its how its got to be
And if it's all the same to you
Then what's in it for me?
I un-inspiringly concede
We are not alone
Hypothetically speaking
Super-celestially
At genesis
In moonish bliss
Ready for what
Has not been written yet
Grown into the skin
Fate line ain’t there to read
And it isn’t hard to see
How easily your fingers bleed
In conclusion
At the final phase
Ready for what
Comes naturally
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Door is Open
02:27
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The door is open
The door is open again
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4. |
Fiction Addiction
01:50
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The right kind of fiction can form an addiction
Add another itch to the collection
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5. |
Remained a Constant
01:36
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Naivety
02:21
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There’s growth and imprinting in every beginning
When its freshest and new to our senses
We rise with the earth while its spinning
We accustom ourselves with its places
Oh, how we’re provided
With the wants and the whims of our sentiment
We cry with the earth while its raining
We rise with sun for no reason
Though slowly we start to know
What the world around us is
At first there’s a moonish bliss
Inside we did exist
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Sapien's Lament
03:24
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It pushes air through instrument lungs
It transforms matter over taste-bud tongues
It purses harmonica lips and hums
While thrashing the planet to bits for fun
It's nothing different than anything else
It trembles in fear of the gods above
In retribution yet unsung
It buries its dead in a wooden bed
And keeps their memories in its head
Out there in homage to the Green Goddess
For a while we were seeing clearly and then they got us
To all make digital copies of ourselves
And tend the fields of social capital it yields
Every handle fastened to our backs
Drives us toward a place, we don’t know where it's at
And though we do not choose them for ourselves
Our names are most fundamental to us
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Inevitability
04:59
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Oh, Death, where is thy sting?
In the thought or in the act?
We pay the grim tax
When the grandfather clock rings
Death, when does thy life
Long the coming of the night?
In the setting sun we see ourselves
We burn fast and then the light burns out
Death, when does thy hair
Grow long and gray and lose its grip?
We place our memories up on shelves
For future ghosts of past selves
Oh, Death, will we make eyes?
Or will you take us by surprise?
We live for what we think its worth
We feed the worms just like the dirt
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Eon
02:00
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10. |
Keys 2 the Castle
02:32
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Phrases ancestors claimed were tasteless
On the lips of those with worried faces
A shining city upon a hill
I don’t quite see it now, but one day I will
Soft cast, the cage to gate us
Only sweet to girls who know their places
Indivisible
It just won’t drop now, but someday it will spill
Laid to rest in casket, covered basics
Scorched the earth, grinding wheels of nation
Eurasia warring still
I didn’t press the button yet, but I lifted the seal
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Superdelegate Jam
03:03
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Ultimate transaction on the sale rack of everything
Fire the cannons of defame and conquer the land
Swallow the ugly truth, a sword of justice in your hand
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Vimanas Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Ultimate transaction
On the sale rack
Of everything
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