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Tongues
03:11
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tongues caught in staplers bleed red ink to stain this company
this chair’s so ergonomic it barely shakes as i step upon it to leap
telephone cord wrapped around my neck, I jump from fluorescent lights into the darkness
inside four walls I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t
Forward my calls I’m on leave, I’m on leave, I’m on
These walls won’t listen to me, neither will my monitor
No human touch today, soon fear the pheromones
tongues caught in staplers bleed red ink to stain this company
this chair’s so ergonomic it barely shakes as i step upon it and no one will save us now, no one will save me now
lungs stretched over copy machines
a replication of what once breathed
(maniacal screaming, can't decipher)
I’m disconnected now, I’m disconnected now
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Galvanizer
03:04
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A galvanizer who kept the fire inside
and I’ll fool the masses with charcoal eyes
and I won’t reveal these razor sharp teeth
with a crocodile smile that will stretch for miles
seal the lips that sink that the ships, anchors down
In a perfect world, keep it glossed over
Mouth full of gravel to hold you over
charade is cutting through
sharp as a child, sharp as the lie now, sharp as a smile
a bloody wink to fool the meek
visions of lashes, rose-colored glasses divided by facets
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Songs From a Mute
02:30
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fingers under faucets run through my hands
moments slip right by and they’ll never be again
I’m soaked and I’m dry
Shadows in the dark can’t find their way
these puppets are prisoners, can’t complain
a song for a mute
it’s just one blink and then it’s over
just one blink and then you’re gone
it’s just one blink and then it’s over and done
band-aids over bad wounds heal just takes a little time
rip it off in just one swipe, you’re fine
it’s just one blink and it starts over
just one blink and it’s begun
it’s just one blink and it starts over again
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Habitat
03:05
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no natural habitat for our kind
meander through concrete and jungle to find
no natural
sky-scrape the landscape that once reigned
acid rain
the glass is over- flowing but we’re thirsty again
blood-soaked plains
Indian giver, you giveth and taketh back
please take a second to familiarize yourself with your surroundings
you’re drowning
surrounded by the blue, smothered by the blues
the color of monotony, the color of monotony
no natural
sky-scrape the landscape that once reigned
barefoot on the smokestacks
plastic heels sink in quicksand
not enough time to heal but enough to stain
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Tommy Beams Is Thankful to be alive
I’ll scrap the flakes to reap the prize
ill never wait, we’ll never wait
this urgency, my whiskey eyes
i never sleep, we never sleep
a dying breed, as thick as thieves
i don;t belong, we don't belong
erase me, erase
photos burned and forgotten
burned in ash and gasoline
there is a pill, visions from the window pane
designed to be, anomaly, conformed
dismiss the nix and hang the judge, just don't
we won’t believe
stepped on the backs to thin the herd
we’ll take our turn, we’ll take our turn
as cynics bleed, vacate the scene
ill take the day, we’ll take today
trace me traced to be illustrated me
contoured objects form a scene
there is a pill, visions from the window pane
designed to be, anomaly, conformed
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Popolithe
03:58
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Her face is pale like porcelain
i never had one of my own the mirror negates me now i seek a new vessel
why you so cold
a cello so low
de-mask the act
collapse the veil
restrained in blue
tears me from you
lend me your face, lend me your name gotta get out of this state
give me your face give me your name, give me face, give me your name
why would i be i me when i could be you, i’d rather be me
*missing verse*
ghost in a shell
no soul to tell
heavy hands fall through
bones never owned
i am her only son, i am her only son, i am her only son and this sun has set
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Drag
03:41
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rain walker it’s inevitable that you’ll slip into an ocean of regret
but you snap your fingers to the rhythm of snapping bones
brains on the concrete, grey matter on gray
wake me up mid-surgery
i want to feel the pain
roof dancer its inevitable that you'll slip into a state of paralysis
but you blew through each story even faster than Evelyn Wood
brains on the concrete, grey matter on gray
wake me up mid-surgery
i want to feel the pain
don't you feel heavier now
don't you think you're happier now
don't you feel heavier now
don't you feel heavier now
don't you feel happier now
fire breather its inevitable that you'll catch the orange and blue inside your throat
and you'll sing a tune that's hotter than hell hotter than hell
brains on the concrete, grey matter on gray
wake me up mid-surgery
i want to feel the pain
you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink
you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink
but you can drag the dead horse to water and watch it sink
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Major Arcana
07:43
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Ace of Wands predicts a change
as the fool hangs himself with silly string
and you cant keep the cards from falling and they’ll land and they’ll lie
reversal read to compromise
neon signs light the way
for those who stray
swords, staves, cups and coins will lead you down
roads of false royalty and broken crowns
major arcana molds lost souls into something more i guess
so if these cards, colors and lines predict lives then i fold, i fold
burn out the vacancy
four lines you can not read
faulting tranquility
burn out
mystic crystal fallacy
dulls the sparkle of old beliefs
onyx reflects nothing but absorbs everything
black magic casualty
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