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Elixir
04:11
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Contentment between agonies is the elixir of existence.
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Hydroxydramaqueen
02:22
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Need a vacation from the nothing.
Put purpose to these palms.
Sick of the taste of alkaline,
Dulling of the once dangerous knife.
Keep telling yourself its all for a good cause
A pat on the back, selfish applause.
We all row together, this sinking ship,
But pride will plunge the prow before too long.
Make the same mistakes
And pray they find you buried in the debris.
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3. |
Golden Pavilion
04:06
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So sick and so stale
Fog thickens, eyes fail.
Still searching for the silver,
But finding comfort in the grey.
Souring on stagnation,
But feeling more complacent every day.
Is anybody happy now?
The constant chemicals are wearing me out.
I wanna pray at the golden pavilion,
Get my dose of ancient religion.
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4. |
Black Mollies
04:17
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See you through the glass
Slack jawed, but elegant
Swear you're looking back
Cornered by the thought
So easily caught
Teeter on the edge of falling apart
Keep my hands down at my side
I am a good boy
Left alone
You will grow
Plentiful
Maybe then, I can start
Pace the halls, unobstructed
Wall to wall to wall
The curtain call
Feels so reductive
Move into my tower, I am stillborn, you are swimming
Artifice of power, you are well fed, I am cold.
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Loaf
03:12
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Can't get out of my name
No shedding skin for the summer.
Can't get out of my name
Get in line, take a number.
Wanna make no sense
Drift along, no steady current.
Wanna make no sense
Wish I was, then I wish I weren't.
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The Hanged Man
04:48
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The last thing I saw clearly was the monument
A citizen-funded bronze embarrassment
Paper thin idol in silhouette
Then vision blurred, eyes roll back in head.
Shaved my head on Monday for the feast
Preparations took over my week
For several days and nights I could not sleep
But before a crowd of hundreds I found peace.
Dawn brought with it cold serenity
Simple truth of my surrendering
People screamed although I felt no pain
And as I slipped away, the sound of rain.
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Shame
04:03
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The hammer fell and tipped the scales
Bag of bricks upon my chest, sleeping on a bed of nails
Keep looking down, or pull me out
Once bitten, twice devout.
Shame, it takes shame.
Break my back and curse me to my knees
Kill contrition, muzzle all apologies
Keep looking down, or pull me out
Once bitten, twice devout.
Shame, it takes shame
To train a dog like me.
Shame, it takes shame.
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8. |
Matchsticks
07:10
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We are rabid dogs you encounter
Desperate dime bags of a derelict drowner.
We are flailing like fish out of water
Choking on air, rocks getting hotter.
We are smoked out, skies in the summer
Fuel for fire, matchsticks in hunger.
We are cast out, quickly negated.
Milk and honey, we desecrated.
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Natural Law
04:02
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Make no mistake
This bone was meant to break
This ship was meant to sink
Like everything to nothing.
My body speaks to me
Hammers incessantly
Like continental drift
And everything to nothing.
Change consumes,
Abstract, hid in plain view.
Stay
The same
Vain
Refrain.
Nothing changes, nothing stays the same.
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