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What's the point of rubbing in sharp ass words into your skin? The algebraically intricate plot will cut you open, the blood won't clot. We choose what to absorb. Way too much of the world, chooses poorly. Our chemicals balance in different schemes. There is no fucking way we could manage to harmonize. Forcing it, will force mankind to anarchize. There is no prescription no ammunition to prevent extinction. We've lived through plagues, civil wars, and drugs and rage. We'll only survive if we stop existing in our treacherous ways. Continue passing the blame. Staring wide eyed at something we all could attain. Take it frame by frame until we're all insane. Growing politicians like poison oak. Corrupting moral codes, infecting votes, it takes just a second to choke. Try to assemble the pieces that don't fit together at all. Try to gain as much momentum as you can before you fall. Escape or die
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Misstep
04:02
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It's hard to describe. Try to separate the truth. From all the lies. It's like termites in my flesh. I try to cut them all out before they tunnel in. But I'm sure, I'm bleeding myself dry. I'm sure, I am losing my mind, I know. I ripped out all the words the world had stitched to my seems. Now I speak my mind, I am finally free. Despite what I said I was manic not zen. We're all just a fucking disease. Pills and vaccines. Keep us awake. Past our expiration date. People need to die, to make room for the people left behind. If everyone survives, we would swallow the planet in the blink of an eye. We are so close. We were so close but couldn't see it, had my eyes closed. What I think is you were more lost than you are. We won't survive. Power will quell the human kind. When I stopped, I grew back all the words. I still remember their grooves and curves. Everything crumbles swallowed by the earth, an eye for a badge. We’re lost on the wrong horizon. We were so close, but couldn't see. Had my eyes closed, so I failed. And when I stopped, I grew back all the words. But still I could have tried. All I had to do. No stop, the end is dark. Everything about this will only mean shit because it's just so goddamn fleeting. And when I stopped I grew back all the words, but I still remember their grooves and curves.
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Semantics
03:23
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These eyes are ashamed for what has taken place, I tried to recreate the pictures precisely the way, the way you held them to your face. I got myself going, and it's hard now to stop. Retrace the frames in this fleeting film. Become a recluse. But it's same as the oppositional. Learn. To slow the burn. Get up, build some space. And I'm still fucked up, got my mouth sewn shut, I'm pacing like a killer got my elbows up. Oh you do it better than this terror. The progress is quintessential, it need not be measured with motions or mental commotions. The margins are applied like stones in the ocean. Pressured into diamonds, transformed into something more.
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Invisible Council
03:43
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Constantly in motion like the earth itself, but spinning out of control for what purpose? What purpose? We're the voiceless estranged. No escape. We live our duplicate days and say we live for ourselves, but fuck that we're barely scratching the surface. War on the conscious mind. Fabricating our way of life. A series of black holes and straight lines. The invisible council keeps the time. Arms spread wide clutching every pulse they guide. Steadily our arms spread wide. Clutching every pulse they guide. It's senseless to sell souls like merchandise on the shelves. I hope they find their end. Then it's our time to spend. A new world order, a blanket of shame cloaking the entire nation. Join me brothers, let's get the fuck out of here. They wrote everything, even you and me.
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Mouth Breather
03:33
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My saving grace was a lie. Vanished like a ghost in the middle of the night. I'll try to describe where my life is at this time. My vices are stronger than I could ever be. Why not commit to dying young and leave a corpse you all wish you could be. Go out before my actions can be held above my head. No hesitation I've already begun the alienation. Soon these songs will be all that's left of my, my fucked up head. I'll join my elusive angel in good time. Bleeding out. My energetic swell, my change to be. But this stumped my head, my head, my no. Being here. Is dimming, Is flickering. Teaming with my enemies isn't enough. Teaming with my enemies is never enough. But all of that is gone. I used to be sharp, I used to converse. Now I rot in reverie, too fucked up to see it’s always getting worse. It's always getting worse.
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Catharsis
04:25
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When you walked away, I picked up my paces. I think I'm changing your way. So predictable. You took the same path to your home. Tried to change your fate. Timing had to be exquisite. Too many people here to risk it. It didn't take long to take you down. I just couldn't help myself your skin was begging to be torn. Staple this bitches mouth fucking shut. I know someone's gonna see us. Out of sight, out of mind. Only one of us survives. But we both can unwind. You in a far more beautiful way than I, dismantling both my stress and your insides. Time to die slut. It's not your end, some may say that your fame begins. Beneath my knife you'll be free of sin. But it's not the same as an ending. You're not escaping. Then I set you free. Cut your throat and watch you bleed out. Jesus fucking Christ I wish it were me. But I can't be that god damn lucky. This ending is far from worthless. I paint my face with your left overs. Each life I choose for ending, I feel my soul start breaking out. Every pulse flatlines beneath my knife. I start to feel what life is about. You can't sleep while I reap, whores you better shut your legs like cells. Tied hands that blazed expression, you almost look like you'd start moving your mouth. Tie your limbs up in garbage bags and take you down to trade for fucking gold. Diamond eyes that blazed expression, I swear to god you will start moving your mouth. Tie your limbs in fucking garbage bags, trade them in the fucking mountains for gold. I'm by myself.
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We can't be alone. Fuck this winter. I am turning to stone. Better I be comatose than feel these months in my bones. Once October is over I won't be so composed. We're on the cusp of something so reposed. Then this goes. Breathe in shit. Exhale gold. Swallow content. Spit out notes. Give them words. Then reverse. We're always just avoiding a hearse. There's a type of worth we won't find until we are dead, we'll try to scream the words, but we can't know them yet. We can't know them yet. We won't ever find them.
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Demon Box
03:31
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This storm’s been following me since the beginning of my mind. I'm gonna tear the skin off my face. Everything, always pouring on my head. Riddled with riddles, I'm a muddled mess, living to wake up and dying to get some rest. I want to blow a hole in my chest, fill it with water and breathe it in. I can't stop anything with these fucking holes in my hands, everyday is fucking pouring rain on my head. And thunder struck behind my ears. The perfect sleep, the feeling of peace has far too long been eluding me. Let them see. Through the rain in sheets, and tell me that it’s not dismantling. It's Hindering. My objectivity. It’s hindering all I taste. I can't feel myself anymore, I lost myself in the fog. Hold this conversation as a glimpse into how to explain this. My knife your bone. I'll carve out a home. I'll wait restlessly. My anxiety becomes me. Sporadic decisions guide me. Deeper into the storm.
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Introvert
05:20
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Your face starts to pixelate, time unwinds this is my fall from grace. Heart rate accelerates, now the poisons pumping through my veins. I built myself a bed of nails, not just my flesh my soul’s impaled, so even while I'm sleeping my skin turns to scales. I huff the poison and I grow insurmountably. Ingested and digested now you are a part of me. And there she'll lurk eternally, beneath the skin stretched over me. My every bone will hear you moan, is this where I need to be? My mind intertwined with space and time. Caves to your every whim. My lack of spine spirals me down. I don't expect to win. My intoxication, onsets my alienation. Where to begin? The suspect is cold with no virtue, like the good book’s weightless weight. I severed many ties like guilt while telling lies, I don't remember what the truth is. Then it strikes me, this seclusion has me thinking no one gives a shit if I live or die. I prophesize my life is sinking like a ship. Energy, dark matter has got me fishing for faith in a plague. You’re in my veins, in my brain. My face is your face, separation can't be made. I'm insane. I kinda hope you drown. Deep in my bloodstream. So scared of blending in. I end, you begin. My former face is now my sin. Normalcy is far more drugged up than me. Energy, dark matter has got me. Calibrate the man that I used to be.
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A Suppressed Existence
04:42
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I remember kicking rocks into the street now those stones have skipped right over me, cast you off into eternity. Save me a seat wherever it is now you do your sitting, sing to me a song in that DJ key. A brother, fuck the blood. Bonded by our demons. We both crawled through mud. Not together but if that were the case, we would have embraced. Now what is left, but time to detest. And a little less apathy would course through you and me. We'd laugh ourselves to death about what we couldn't be. So it's all the same. I've been writing these songs of all my disdain. But now it's time to let go. Wish it were me. I can turn this off. Be myself through day. Wrinkle my face. Let my dark hair run gray. Separate the night from the day. Darkness brings darkness. If you sit perfectly still you still feel feel motion inside. Is this for real or am I just losing my mind?
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