1. |
Delete It
03:26
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I was thinking of the time I lost my mind
Foaming at the mouth
Hate just pouring out
My needle headed south
I was less a man and more a beast
Transforming with alarming speed
Just raging in the summer heat
Why do I replay it
In my mind
Over and over sometimes
I wish I could forget it
I wish I could delete it from my hard drive
I saw a caterpillar crawling out of a log on fire
He was searching high and low
He had nowhere to go
I saw a caterpillar crawling out of a log on fire
He was searching low and high
And I just watched him die
It was too hot
So I didn't lend a hand
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2. |
Line Judge
02:15
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You tore off your nicest dress
And I just sat there motionless
You can't be nice and I can't be mean
I'll never meet you in between
I won't apologize or say anything
Just keep staring straight ahead
The training of a line judge
I'll forever carry it with me
I know it makes you angry
I stare at the ground never making a sound
A rival to the trees
The blood from your veins seems to roll right off my leaves
Sighing and crying and wondering why we tried to combine our wealth
The camel's reply through the needle in my eye
We're both gonna burn in hell
Goddamn my eyes
You've wandered outside the painted lines
And I just have to be accurate and precise
So I apologized and said everything
The training of a line judge
I'll forever carry it with me
I know it makes you angry
I know it makes you angry
I get why it makes you angry
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3. |
My Best Friend
04:25
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Making crazy noises chewing on my hand
Some secret language only I could understand
When I found you you were starving and cold
I'll always wish you'd gotten fat and old
I will always miss
No matter how good life gets
I will always miss
My best friend
Running too fast to keep my feet under me
Full speed ahead through a rocky stream
No fence was ever tall enough
You bloodied my nose
When we were playing rough
These days I've got a new best friend
And I see him making the same mistakes
That you did
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4. |
Heavy and Dark
03:42
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Everybody's forehead was glistening with sweat
Suddenly remembering what they tried so hard to forget
That broken record plays the same song day and night
Repeating that we're in control and all we do is right
We'll make our marks heavy and dark
We'll make our marks heavy and dark
I walked in to a lion's den with a steak around my neck
I know there's better ways
But none that are so direct
I'll grab a fist of fur and take him for a ride
To me it's sacrifice but all you see is suicide
We'll make our marks heavy and dark
We'll make our marks heavy and dark
I read a book that said we're headed for catastrophe
So I lined up cups and pills for the people following me
The used to laugh at us and take us all for fools
You wait another thousand years and you will see the proof
We'll make our marks heavy and dark
We'll make our marks heavy and dark
You can see them all over this charred and empty rock
We'll make our marks heavy and dark
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5. |
Out of My Grasp
03:39
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I chase a goal I can't define
Beyond a blurry finish line
If i try to pick up the pace
It matches me stride for stride
Just close enough to stay engaged
Hovering just out of my range
I pound my fist against the stone
A pile of rubble and broken bones
Drilling it into my head
Over and over again
I want it so bad
I never allow myself to relax
I take a breath and I choke
Invisible hands wrap around my throat
I scream and strain to start the flood
I taste the bile
I taste the blood
It's always just out of my grasp
It's always just out of my grasp
(and so on)
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6. |
Ghost Town
04:11
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Everybody's looking for someone to frame
Pointing their fingers
Without any shame
Does a place exist like I'm looking for?
Where there is some good left at the core
I'd like to think I'll find some harmony somewhere
Maybe in a ghost town
I can find some there
Look no further than the evening news
What's the point of trying
It's just no use
I'll go into a bunker and shut the hatch
When I come out it'll all be in the past
I'd like to think I'll find some harmony within
Maybe in a ghost town
I can live with them
I feel like an unlit match
Ready to be struck upon a box
Standing in a puddle of gas
Just waiting to be struck upon a box
I don't leave my house for days at a time
Peeking outside through cracks in the blinds
Things I once detested I'm starting to miss
It feels like anything
Would be better than this
I'd like to think I'll find some harmony somewhere
Maybe in a ghost town I can find some there
I'd like to think I'll find some harmony within
Maybe in a ghost town I can live with them
I can live with them
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7. |
Planned Obsolescence
03:25
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We are flawed by design
Carrying crosses with these broken spines
What is heavy
What is light
Planned obsolescence in due time
There are borders in our hearts
And I wanna watch them
Get torn apart
Something's starting to give way
Ice cracking on a frozen lake
A child who's born
In the middle of this storm
Won't last for long
Even if she's got her raincoat on
This model's obsolete
We oughta make room for something more complete
This whole things crashing down before our eyes
Planned obsolescence and then we die
A child who's born in the middle of this storm
Won't last for long
Even if she's got her raincoat on
Every single time we ignore her pleading cries
I've never been so proud to be alive
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8. |
Little Maggots
01:25
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Little maggots in a jar
Someone forgot to poke some holes in the lid
They make a slit
The squeeze is tight
They make their way up into the light
Little maggots take a look around
Overwhelmed by all the sights and sound
They long for the familiar and safe
And they make their way on back to their grave
Little maggots in a jar
Someone forgot to poke some holes in the lid
They make a slit
The squeeze is tight
They make their way up into the light
They make their way up into the light!
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