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Wired Jaw Diet
02:41
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Open posture, new back pain.
Broken necks, all the same.
No longer paranoid, I lean on my fucking regret.
Although we are enemies, you are not my greatest threat.
Little features in the shadows, our skin is crawling.
Unending noise brings it.
Itās not comforting, this knife wound.
Itās uninviting.
The devil is in the details, itās time to turn them loose.
The smile looks crooked.
Itās time to turn them loose.
Open posture, breeds new back pain.
Broken necks are all the same.
I still curry favor to regret.
Now we are alone.
Blurred, to whom is the greatest threat.
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2. |
Tension Pangs
01:19
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Tensions, oh man.
Tensions, oh man.
Tensions, oh man.
Tensions, oh man.
So much so, my knuckles hurt.
And things done donāt mean so much.
Shoulders up, a constant shrug.
Chin to chest, I need a hug.
Just kind of rolled the dice, to see what would shake loose.
Failed at first so I did it twice, two times did I lose?
Tried to wipe the sweat off my wrinkled brow.
Uninspired outcome as I take bow.
Smile is now a frown.
Failure got me down.
Painted up as a clown.
Perpetually drowned.
Drowned, drowned, drowned.
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3. |
Lighting Fires
01:32
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Motion sickness develops, with every passing of the dark.
And as the unease envelops, we prepare another spark.
The spread is so maddening.
We are consumed in our entirety.
The situation is saddening.
A constant flow of apathy.
I got my disgust, it tastes so fine.
Knocking off the ring rust.
I got my disgust, it tastes so fine.
Knocking off the ring rust, now itās divine.
I can see the ground.
But thatās not what scares.
Balance not found.
Invisibles scars that tares.
There is the ground again.
Iām spinning and about to break,
I can feel it with my off hand.
I am not sure if it is something I can take.
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4. |
Shop Local
02:21
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A problem with priority.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
We are worth a couple of grand in the scheme of things.
You are due such a slap and all it brings.
In the end realize who your market is.
Pack it up fuckhead and let this town book this town.
You, you just suck.
Our chances blown, you donāt give a fuck.
As long as youāre known...
You just suck.
A problem in the priority.
What the fuck is wrong with you.
We are worth a couple of grand in the scheme of things.
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Opinion, hero, falling status denied.
Vision, substance, obscure to related topics.
Walk a mile in a manās shoes.
Give them a hand and tell them which way to lose.
Mar, thwart, fester as a way to move.
Fixate, as if there is something more to prove.
Mar, thwart, fester as a way to move.
Fixate, as if there is something more to prove.
My god. I am trying to understand, I got clearance but got nowhere to land.
Nowhere to land, nowhere to land, nowhere to land.
Confusion is grand, confusion is grand, confusion is grand.
Out of demand, out of demand, out of demand.
Donāt need no permission, just jump right in.
I need some precision, and not my unsteady hand.
Use of dirty instruments, got us all to pause.
Your nasty belligerence caused us to pause.
Donāt fall down, itās dark down there.
Look for reflections on floors that are bare.
Donāt fall down, itās dark down there.
Look for reflections on floors that are bare.
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6. |
Giant Boat of Garbage
01:39
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Iād hate to disappoint, but I really must vent.
All the things you say and do, Iām starting to resent.
All day long, you run your mouth.
Reiterating false belief and sowing seeds of doubt.
Ahh, come on.
Donāt be surprised by my reply, the shit you spread fills us full of dread.
It is crazy to me that you thought shit would fly.
It was so kind of you to share.
Your idea, we were unaware.
Societal belief coupled with despair. And then forcing us to care.
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7. |
Altitude Sickness
03:57
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Iām sick.
Tossing and turning.
Grinding and finding nothing.
Itās nothing.
I got aches and pains.
I got losses and gains.
Cold sweats and too much dry.
Iām limping through, itās nothing.
Nothing left.
Counted the blurs.
Counted all the blurs.
Counted the blurs.
Counted all the blurs.
I canāt be healthy, just always sick.
I canāt be healthy, I stagger down.
No learning moment.
I start to stagger....
Down, down, Iām feeling ill.
Everything moves as I stay still.
Down, down, I need a med.
All is quiet, except my head.
I start to stagger...
Down, down, Iām feeling ill.
Everything moves as I stay still.
Down, down, I need a med.
All is quiet, except my head.
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8. |
Breathing Room
04:53
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Eyes bug out, cheeks sink in, breath is lost.
Enraged by this dumpster fire.
The wind comes in and it fucks it up.
In pursuit of fictional creatures while the real ones get out of the way.
Overboard is overrated but used at the first signs of distress.
Iād like to thank the fucking world but itās left me a fucking mess.
I smash the concept that I donāt feel inept, engulfed by flames.
Not so much the reject.
Not even suspect caught up by games.
Judge to what youād expect unburdened by respect.
Life seen through picture frames.
Judge to what youād expect unburdened by respect.
Life seen through picture frames.
Life seen through picture frames.
Life seen through picture frames.
Mulled over details.
Over, again and restarted.
Often still overlooked.
Mulled over details.
Over, again and restarted.
Prioritized new focus.
Mulled over Details.
Over, again and restarted.
Often still overlooked.
Mulled over details.
Over, again and restarted.
Prioritized new focus.
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9. |
Combustible Eye Syndrome
00:59
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Ah, moving around for a chance to think.
Ah, gestures gested. Dry mouth, have a drink.
Ah, move my eyelids. Canāt remember how to blink.
Ah, but as it festers. It loses and collapses down.
Crumbles of sleep gather to create a need to clean.
Needlessly scratching, scathing towards pristine.
It factors in when we defend decay.
A simple decision.
Reactions are flee without delay.
Stunned apparition.
In the window reflection we pass and stain.
The path as we move, as we move.
In the window reflection we pass and stain. The path as we move.
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The worldās on pause.
We had to take a break.
Due to circumstances.
We found out we were fake.
Divisional fences are now a wall.
Unnatural defenses are part of it all.
Slowed in our willingness to control our own behavior.
You throw your opinion at me and mine.
You donāt like my decision to respond in kind.
Youāre kind of ignorant, it is just a basic fact.
You become insignificant, with that kind of tact.
Oh my god. Oh my god?
Everyone make sure eggshells are present.
Theyāll be sure to live bait.
To them, the bullshit is elegant.
Our opinion shares in that fate.
You canāt always be the aggressor.
How can you always be this.
Maybe think of your successor.
And leave them more than this.
Leave them more than this.
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11. |
What Happens Then
01:47
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Wonky eyes, canāt see, tolerate.
More a blur, no thanks, anyways.
Wonky eyes, more a blur, canāt see, no thanks, tolerate, anyways.
I donāt think Iāll fall this fucking day.
Arise, I donāt think it is for me.
Then whom?
Such a genius plan to make a plan, now youāre a man.
With this much success, I must confess that I am just a jealous fan.
Go ahead and throw up.
Iāll be right here.
Just take your fucking time.
I am sure you have plenty.
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12. |
And The Shakes
03:35
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What is seen now, now more than ever.
The sense of exhaust, the look of terror.
Narrowed pupils, off guard never.
Fear based, my hands gained a tremor.
So much to create fear.
Nothing is as it appears.
So hated, over petty thoughts.
So debated to length and wrought.
Oh so fancy one time pilgrimage.
Pile of despair and smoldering embers.
Broken mirrors lead to poor self image.
Finally exhale and shake instead of tremor.
Canāt face another empty morning.
Fire in the woods burns hotter every year.
Firmly locked into a state of mourning.
Weāre all on the list if that is not clear.
All manner of pain and atrocity.
Where disbelief creates discourse.
Now our grief creates a situation.
Where no relief is a matter of course.
As I lay awake in this empty room.
So lost in the dream that situations are old but familiar.
As I lay awake in this empty room.
So lost in the dream that situations are old but familiar.
Oh no. Out of balance again, I reclimb.
Now the balance is back.
On time, ready to come to an end.
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13. |
Verbal Show of Force
02:17
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I intend to see it through, whatever it is.
It can be whatever you prove, there is no meaning in this.
No meaning in this, organized gibberish.
No meaning in this, fuck.
Every time I grow up I think, āItās too soon, child. Grow downā.
Rubble, rubble I taper off. A childās life I yearn for a return.
Egad, it fosters such a sour taste.
Egad, the pangs from eating paste.
Egad, it fosters such a sour taste.
Fine
Iāll grow up but you do it first.
You think it a blessing, I know itās a curse.
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14. |
Broken Compass = Lost
02:27
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I chart new directions when the old ones fail.
I cast new reflections with every stone let sail.
Iām getting close to an edge, I must avoid some disaster.
My fingers lose grip of the ledge, we all know what comes after.
I now mistrust gravity, as I fail reality.
I know the groundās intent, it is where the torment is.
I now mistrust gravity, as I fail reality.
I know the grounds intent. It is where the torment is.
Holding close the memory of the importance of each stone.
Invitation extra sensory, when youāre alone you are oh so alone.
Holding close the memory, the importance of each stone.
Invitation extra sensory, when youāre alone you are oh so alone.
We are made of victims' skin, left out in the sun.
We are made of victims' skin. Worn out old school sin.
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15. |
Area Fifty What?
03:37
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I believe it.
All of it.
Tell me more.
Oh, the aliens have arrived.
Tons of anal probes, howād you survive?
Grays giggle as they stay hid.
Eyes everywhere, always watching.
Always watching.
Stay off the grid.
I was never here.
Always watching.
Stay off the grid.
I was never here.
I know all there is to know, a reverence for what blows your mind.
Tin foil hats to protect your dome, to keep from psychic eyes.
You have a plan to find evidence, a broken twig doesn't mean they are real.
Is that how you want to live?
Is that what you desire?
All exists in shadow.
Just close your eyes to fully see.
They made you and me...
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Hardcore punk/OSDM fusion from Flagstaff, Arizona
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