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Campfire Sunburn
04:08
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I'm reading a sign
Where there's nothing present, just chaos
Fearing friendly neighbors are spies
Pondering value I'm weight loss
Making friends ill at ease
'Cause I'm suspicious of something
Hear a voice in my head
Partner tells me ignore them
I'm still falling to pieces (I'm still in control)
Aren't we? Aren't we? (I can talk thru my problems)
You should act out defeated (I'm not a victim)
Pity party (I'm not bruised and bloodied)
Separation entirely (I can function alone)
Isolation (Not fearing the cycle)
Sunlight starting to blind you (Lucid I'm thinking)
We'll guide, we'll speak (I'll guide, I'll speak)
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2. |
Soda Springs
03:41
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I hit my head on the table in the living room
It spilled out red on the papers we keep in the piano bench
If I kept my distance from you, would you fill the void?
An unlikely conversation, sick feelings in tow
I’m not existing on the ethereal, though I’m playing the role
Absorbing presence like I’m charcoal, feeding tube down the throat
I survive the crash with the palm
Come on pick me up, I’m not stone
Careful pitching in, after all
You are half of whole
Holy is the concept of a union, though the pagent’s gauche
Lock and key, an intersection, ghost arm in the fire
Are you still willing to relocate adolescent desire?
I’m staring thru the stinging sweat on roof in sight of 3 Mile Island
I survive the crash with the palm
Come on pick me up, I’m not stone
Careful pitching in, after all
You are half of whole
Settle down little king, you have to own everything
Your mission is obvious, soak up, you’re losing grip
Everyone’s dieting, everyone’s dying their hair
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3. |
BZE
03:39
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You are not a working elemental being
You are not receiving EVP recording
Cooling off your expectation, these are real results
Unholy clock manifestation, you are not alone
Three pronged power
You’re not facing the gravity of your situation
Over-encumbered, you are dragging your party down
Lets not collapse in the countenance of the undead
You are not a calming presence in the face of death
You try overwhelming instinct, but it wouldn’t set
You are not a faceless token of my memory
You are still existing, reliance on the poultry
Three pronged power
You’re not facing the gravity of your situation
Over-encumbered, you are dragging your party down
Lets not collapse in the countenance of the undead
Ate your heart with avocado, now I’m forward thinking
Pull you apart, sinew and bone, my eyes don’t see, but I taste
Elevator, moment shelter, ticket counter at the wake
I am not a monster maker, I’m the kitchen sink
Bunny, zombie, elevator
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4. |
Beaming Venus
04:54
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Away, no sound
I gaze, unwound
A stark ascent
An ocean smell
I see their shape
Absorbing wake
A beam to blind
A loss of time
Ammonia
And cinnamon
I'm washing off
A drowning shell
In space the light
It drips, subsides
Am I awake?
In arms of greys?
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Pacer
04:46
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I couldn’t think of anybody else
Walking thru the list of adoration
Smiles wide, I’ve not been too alone
I’m talking to the shelf
Of books I’ve never read, but have their pages
Dog eared in a place that had some meaning
In the life of someone else
Like a muse, a constant fascination
Call it creep out, I’m not so convinced
Full of so much friction I could melt
You’re breathing on a zone of high combustion
You’re fire now, you’re fire now
I don’t like some things you like, that’s okay
(Breathing fast or get out, breathing fast or get out)
Your impression of saying your name
You sometimes override aching head
(Healing touch, feel veins pounding aloft)
I can’t see thru mass of pain I make
Your foresight rivals all, thank your stars
(You’ve got passion for naught, you’ve got passion for naught)
Spectrum analyzed, Gallois time
I couldn’t think of anybody else
Emulsified, your shadow’s on my iris
Collection of your poses, you are
Dancing in a rose of filtered light
By design, you’re record of existence
Call upon me, I feel I’m living now
In the life of someone else
Storied, we are boring into flayer food
You’ll enrich my ions, tipping scale
Spilling out the other half
Feeding fission, reaction is unstable
I’m fire now, I’m fire now
I don’t like some things you like, that’s okay
(Breathing fast or get out, breathing fast or get out)
Your impression of saying your name
You sometimes override aching head
(Healing touch, feel veins pounding aloft)
I can’t see thru mass of pain I make
Your foresight rivals all, thank your stars
(You’ve got passion for naught, you’ve got passion for naught)
Spectrum analyzed, Gallois time
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6. |
Binary
05:38
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Is it open?
Are they Monday (to us?)
I'm not a monster just because I house one
Sense my own feelers like I'm derivative
Awake, no sound I make
A broken understanding of a social disorder (I cave)
Our competition for your omnipotence
Calculate feeling, I'm a machine again
Is it oceans
Away from your own thoughts? (I'd say)
You're just not speaking what you are thinking
I did not kill them, they are just sleeping
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7. |
Splinter
05:15
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Drinking Vintage seltzer
We are just drinking Vintage seltzer
Bloated mass, a substance
Citizen of motion
Drinking Vintage seltzer
Ocean bound, you’re a walking breather
Valence overactive
We are just drinking Vintage sletzer
Split at the cell
He never held
A forward-thinking sense of self
Imagine a scene
Of canvas and oil
Imprinting a shadow-puppet clown
Breathing is short and there’s salt in the eyes
It’s broken down into separate molecules and enzymes
Ahead is an airstrip marked at the mile
To show you your progress as the runway moves by
Instead I could tell you there’s a place that exists
Where you won’t be compared to those on right and the left
Where you’re ruling your own zone of cold calculation
And soaking in the glory of all you created
The beauty and filth is weaved arm in arm
A manifest patchwork of balance in the universe
You’re standing at the crux of a pushback and fall forward
A local anesthetic in the habitat of self-doubt
Crawling for weeks on bare knees and shoulders
I am the peace that you find as you’re older
I am the bind that you place when you’re colder
I am the face you contort when you’re bolder
Choosing a path
Committing to fact
Vulnerable, action necessary
Calming the rain
Choreographing
Mojo to mark down chance of blue
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8. |
Hoagie Mouth
04:03
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Nothing's new, you're learning to live with old ideas
Millions feeling alone in their careered opinions
Enduring the wait for Orwellian politics timely end
Common sense is so fringe its at home in anarchist bookstores
Kill for opinion in wider eye
Showing off your arrangements, they're edible
How the hell can one support on college borrowed time
Thinking hopeful
Our great leader tells no lies
Almighty unknowing, lord of flies
Balsa gavel in trembling hand
Paid to know better, 'cause they smile and boy is he a good guy
Cast yours or swallow your pride
Process yourself into unrelated small collections
Open house, vinyl-sided fiberglass disease
Check for radon
In time still swimming in wet cement
Become foundation
Underfoot agenda suppressed
The motion is making me sick
But who'd replace you from our rank?
A golden child
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9. |
Glitch
03:44
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Hover overhead, your aid is standing by
Last thing you recall: at the table eating
Hand with a flashlight shining in your eyes
What rotten luck, order not completed
How will the world stop, to just continue moving?
Am I going deaf? Drone continues looping
Fall apart restart, Square Foot Method mulching
Calisthenic arm, I’ll mourn your passing
Rapture of the flesh, what gets left behind
Holding up the line, scene could make you sick
Psychedelic sliver, hand with heavy heart
Or is it apple, offered to the teacher?
Does the soul get smaller? Building growing taller
Hostage to a shell, unable to move lever
Bullet from the body, vacate carbon copy
Happy tree succeeding happy human being
Writing down some serenade, it was on my mind
My leg is caught in some small trap, I can release it, I can release it
I don’t feel anything at all, one limb less
Make missile of extremity, I can release it, call it police state
Motion pulling masses on, progressive
Not out, can’t get out now, call it police state, cool with police state
Rapture of the flesh, what gets left behind
Holding up the line, scene could make you sick
Psychedelic sliver, hand with heavy heart
Or is it apple, offered to the teacher?
Does the soul get smaller? Building growing taller
Hostage to a shell, unable to move lever
Bullet from the body, vacate carbon copy
Happy tree succeeding happy human being
Maybe god becoming and new people making
A glowing guide, pulsing light repeating
Forever dream, no nightmare, never waking
Sever strings and quest completing
How can one prepare, depart and never packing
Most of who I am, or it is - I’m thinking
Always almost ally, acolyte in training
No making sense, forget we’re leaving
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10. |
Drone Mimic
03:44
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Sitting on an old amp, all bone
No meat on these old joints, collapse
Step on top of your grave, stirring
Hold your breath by cemetary
Lighter side of forever dark
Joy in living among the worms
You’re not mistaking my hesitation, I’m nothing
You are headaching, not in the morning, I’m working
Motion to breakdown, I never came off the feeling
Hard-wired making me mechanical, I’m shaking
I’m not alone in this, my home
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