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Standing Still
01:37
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There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
Yet the river keeps on flowing
So I guess this growing (Growing up)
There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
Yet the river keeps on flowing
So I guess this growing
Growing up
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Speak, from your answers come forth a mode of sight- it's your id
Red lips are waiting and foaming with
Rage- from the mouth of the babes came wisdom, now hold on to it
The graves hold none of it; they're crumbling down
Media, for all your social inventions
Your better intentions have perished in the marriage of political and capital
Media, what a cadre of fake smiley glad-hands and hidden agendas
Yeah, now we know the corruption of the 4th estate
Yeah, and it's such a pity you are a corporate megalomania
Ah, and it's such a pity you are a corporate megalomania
Speak, hear your voices in unison, through to them, cutting through all of their shit
Scared, they're scrambling, fumbling to maintain their grip
No holding, no holding on with calcified limbs
Media, for all your social inventions
Your better intentions have perished in the marriage of political and capital
Media, what a cadre of fake smiley glad-hands and decadent personnel
Now we know the corruption of the 4th estate
Fall down, fall down, fall down, let it fall
Fall down, fall down, holes
Fall down, fall down, fall down, no remorse
Fall down, fall down, ha, ha, ha
So low, so low
Media, political capital
Coroner, call it, call it now
I think it's dead, I think it's dead, the cancer 4th estate
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3. |
Call Me Ishmael
04:10
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Bite your fucking tongue
Taste the blood and let it drip
Feels so good
You can taste the iron on your lips
Lie to myself while I cry myself to sleep
Only in dreams can you discern the wolf from the sheep
And the wheat from the chaff
Self destruction is a well-traveled path
Vengeful anger in every autograph
Not knowing how to douse your old flames
Repay
I never wanted for you to be happy
So any questions, comments, concerns
Redirect them to my fist and bite the hand you burned
I never thought I could be happy
Better not to cause concern
I'm hanging up the bailero
You took it away from me and now my eyes and ears they don't know what to think
Now I'm alone
I'm alone in hell
I guess I never wanted for you to be happy
So any questions, comments, concerns
Redirect them to my fist and bite the hand you burned
I never thought I could be happy
Better not to cause concern
I'm hanging up the bailero
I've hit the paces, yet all your faces see right through
I can't face it, I can't embrace it, see it through
(To you!)
There are plenty of faces I see
And I tried so hard to come out unscathed
There are plenty of them in the sea
But the trying's so hard to face a new day
The past won't be returned to the way it was before
I'm facing who I was
The past can't be undone, under the setting sun
I've got to see it through
The past won't be returned to the way it was before
I'm facing who I was
The past won't be undone, under the setting sun
I've got to look forward
Can I
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4. |
NuGods
04:03
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Face to the floor
From the body protrudes wires
A bastard connection to the core
Pray to the north
As the stoic in you swore
The text held no answers
And the holy men are wearing red
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore
If we think we are
But that don't make me a god
Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it 'til you're atop
Gaze up to sky
Stake a claim to advertise
The sun and its pastor collectivize dry
Place more and more
Faith in our cardboard wings
Fly, fly, fly, fly, greedy eyes
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore
If we think we are
But that don't make me a god
Take it
Unceasing irony
Cynicism destroys sincerity
For all time
We killed the father in the hearts of men
And now the Dragon has birthed forth all sin
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore
If we think we are
But that don't make me a god
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Maybe, pimp me, make me a whore
If we think we are
But that don't make me a god
Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it 'til you're atop
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5. |
Tolerance As A Vice
02:51
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Thought crime, wouldn't mind
He Who Walks With Head In Clouds
It's sodomy to the nth degree
Self-hatred self-defeating, self-prostrating on the curb of feeling
Thought that this land was thine
And mine to the New York isle
But now you're hogging up the breathing rights
You blame me
Don't fucking blame me
Everlasting equity, what a lie
Don't blame me
You think I'm joking
Don't even think about it
They never told you how the West was really won
Transparency is the key to proper subjugation
All reverence given to cliché, freedom is not free
But you don't have the fucking right to take my speech away from me
You blame me
Don't fucking blame me
Everlasting equity, what a lie
Don't blame me
You think I'm joking
You stupid motherfucker
Where's my blankie
Where's warmth
Talk, talk, the new religion
If you don't agree with us well fuck you
Never the right, neither divine
Invasion of our spaces
They never told you how the West was really won
The victory of liberty isn't a one and done
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Another victim following suit in a field of flowers
I sigh and wish I could cry
You bravely took me in, I sigh
It's like a bad storm that took the lights from you
Into the depths of another broken home
Another red eye from picking roses
What beauty there is lost in the, lost in the thorns
I wish I could protect you
I wish I could
Sleep, my holy child
I know that the world isn't fair to your kind
Think of a comfortable place
Are you in
Sleep my child
You played a question game we couldn't answer, couldn't transfer
Right wrong place time, who could've known
You asked a question that we couldn't answer, couldn't answer
Couldn't surround to keep you warm
And when it gets cold in August
The rain is gonna come and then wash away your pain, wash away your pain
Not only will it pump out your heart
But it will seep into your lungs
And open up the pores, right into the floodgates
A river the enemy of memories
I never thought to question the times we had
All the best of them is the best of you
Sleep my child
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7. |
Silvertonguedevil
04:31
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Wrapped around the finger like a string
You'd think, tipped off by the hound
Forty winks, and forty ounce
Hook and line and sinker, drinker
Fill it up to pounce
You sit there at the bar
I watch you from afar, still unmoved
Smoke a man's cigar
I watch you from afar, still unmoved, yeah
Find the pipe its pauper
My hands are molten copper
Every girl I ever loved has been a poster on the wall
Animals strike curious poses
Mirrors lead the senses to temptation
That is truth in television
Find the details in the devil I would fold them into mine
You sit there at the bar
I watch you from afar, still unmoved you're fucking weak
Smoke a man's cigar
I watch you from afar, still unmoved, yeah
If I'm the fucking pauper
My hands are molten copper
Every girl I ever loved has been a poster on the wall
Animals strike curious poses
Mirrors lead the senses to temptation
That is truth in television
Ugh, hit the bar
You got me on the run around
Only the best my darling I would cry
Reparation, reparation
Separation, separation anxiety
Every girl I ever loved, yeah, has been a figment or a doll
Animals strike curious poses
Mirrors lead the senses to temptation, ooh
That is truth in television
Run around
You got me on the run around
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8. |
Violet Teenage Violence
03:28
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Scorched hearth, your link to the past
Was it a Pollock-painted mattress shrine you built to last
Umbilical ties lead to monogamous lies
Left in a state of festering undress, yeah
Who makes a union of a million mattresses
Like putty in my hands, in my hands
Cut off the hands of a thief, the heart of his weakness, yeah
Cut out the heart from a man and leave the gaping chest
Strong words for adulterous types
I'll make a milk carton man out of me, run out of tread, I'm so fucking tired
Do you hear me
Are you listening baby
I am not your fucking toilet
Who makes a union of a million mattresses
Like putty in my hands, in my hands
Cut off the hands of a thief, the heart of his weakness, yeah
Cut out the heart, cut out the heart, shouldn't say the rest
You're tripping the legs I stand
Your favorite iron brand
You just wish you could burn it on my skull
And what is your next demand
You want me to do a dance
When I'm already prancing, dodging landmines
My last request
Lend me this rest
Who makes a union of a million mattresses
Like putty in my hands, reaching forth, put the knife in my hands
Cut off the hands of a thief, if you do he is then bound to bite like the red fanged dog
He will cut out the heart on his own and drown it in his piss
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9. |
Beauty Sleep
04:18
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As you're working your 9 to 5
Catch me on the flip side
Taking my sweet time
Hurting for a lurking I want you to think I'm cool
Bringing it down to size
Never on the wayside
Reminiscing times I wasn't busy tryna hide away
I carved a path through my driveway
A gravel fissure to my bed
Probably mucked it up halfway
Now betwixt the tire tracks I lay
Today
As you're working your 9 to 5
Catch me on the flip side
Taking my sweet time
Hurting for a lurking I want proof that I'm aloof
Bringing it down to size
Never on the wayside
Reminiscing times I wasn't busy getting high off my own supply
I carved a path through my driveway
A gravel fissure to my bed
Probably mucked it up halfway
Now betwixt the tire tracks I lay
Today
Oh, hurting for a lurking I
Carved a path through my driveway
A gravel fissure to my bed
Probably mucked it up halfway
Now betwixt the tire tracks I lay
Today
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