1. |
Bravo
04:36
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Joy and Horror
I feel so alive
But life's not that fun anymore
BEHOLD
Ye old kid
As he throws another tire
on the trash fire
In a wasted bid
How can this be real
How can this be ok
Well it's not ok, man
It's not ok
Gimme a new language for recovery
This one just isn't working
All I see are angry men
Wrong and angry, broken men
They say you can't go home
I found that to be true
And after all the problems all the bullshit
All the things I've been through
I'll take a pale ride across the road
Cause this campfires growing cold
No more psycho mode
I'm feeling sick
I'm feeling sick
You can normalize the pain
But you can't escape the schtick
I'll take a pale ride across the road
Tell pa I'm coming home
All the best of joys are born from misery
If you see me dancing, see me smiling
You know where I'll be
With that pale ride across the road
A dead man with no home
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2. |
Deer Ghost
03:24
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We're all invisible now just waiting for you to get it
This is over your head
This is over your head
A solid form
A wistful wall
Form is forever redefining form
We walk in a line
Hand in hand
But do not speak
For quite some time
With flaming mouth
One million eyes
I am mighty all destroying time
In the fat bath
In the acid bath
The unreal is unsurpassed
No more waves break on the shore
This does not work anymore
Things are not the same
But I have not changed
Flames don't burn bright anymore
This does not work anymore
Things are not the same
But I have not changed
The unreal is everything where the real ceases to be
I demand to speak with the author of this universe
About some things that are bothering me
To work alone
To work with all
To bear the fruit
To take the fall
Now that the flaws are all visible now just waiting to be inspected
This is over your head
This is over our head
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3. |
Hhyper
06:04
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I burst in through the door on the break
With an ominous chill and a fire in my eyes
And it burns with unknowable desire
Line em all up
And I'll shoot em all down
Stack your quarters
If you want to go a round
Cuz I'll light it up
I'll never come down
My hands are steady
My game is sound
Now life's looking up
My man comes around
We'll leave this room
And hit the town
And so it goes
I burst in through the door on the break
With an ominous chill and a fire in my eye
And it burns with unknowable desire
I go to the frame
Put my head through the wall
I crawl my way down
Into the hole
I vanish down
In through the wall
Into the hold
Into the cold I go
And I've dreamt of this very moment
A ball of fire in the sky
Burning ships upon the horizon
There's no reflecting now
We've amassed the disease
And we cannot stop the war
Like my buddy over there
Assume we're done for
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4. |
S.R.O.
06:00
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He's just a quiet man who likes to talk a lot
He's just an old soul living in a young man's body
Now is it a middle aged man's body
Or a slightly older man's body
He's just an old man living in an old man's body
Hello, I've been waiting here for you
As a matter of fact, man
We've all be waiting here for you
You're falling backwards
Tumbling towards the ground
Will it rush up to break your neck or is there no bottom to be found?
I hope you realize you're a bastard
But your father's still around
And his straight white version of events
Isn't how this shit goes down
Oh it's real you're falling faster
Tumbling further down
I wish I could tell you that it gets better, man
But it doesn't
It doesn't at all
All my enemies..they are imaginary
All my demons..they are real as day
Step back
There are punks all over the world
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5. |
Tango
05:34
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Morbid desire for the infinite
The outer circle complete
Crystal shank
Conjugal
Man's mind resists through the crystal
On hold: Sirius
Disconnect
Disconnect
Never has consciousness been so intact
Been so intact
A million husbands without children
A million husbands without children
Everything you fear is waiting for you if you will
Everything you fear, is waiting for you if you will
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6. |
White Spaces
03:17
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The pines are breaking
The wind takes a heavy toll
On branches frozen
And the worker in the cold
I am my father's son
I am my mother's child
I break my back for you
I give my time
Now the winds are shifting
The rose has virus and in time
We'll dig it from the garden
And throw it on the pyre
For all you own
You won't own this
You won't own up
You won't own me
Splash some water on my face
10 hours in it's okay
Rewind, repeat
This is how it is
The things I say to you
I am really saying to myself
While we're on the subject of taste
It is a faulty trope
When you prefer who plays
In your country home
The palms are wasted
Someone's salted all the fields
Beds are burning from what you've wrought here
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7. |
Metallic Olives
06:13
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8. |
Warm Bed
05:17
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Oh It's been a long time
Since he went away
And he's coming home
Tonight
Looking for clean sheets
Maybe something to eat
To get in from that cold, cold night
Well he takes and he takes and he takes
Where there's nothing left to give
He walks past that house
That he once knew
How it looks so different
In this light
Well he knows they don't need him
And she prays he don't see them
He is not what they need
Tonight
Well he takes and he takes and he takes
When there's nothing more to give
And if anyone asks
Where is the light
Tell them it never goes on
It never shines bright
And if this is the faith
I would rather face the void
And if these are your rules
I choose a life of crime
Well he takes and he takes and he takes
And there's nothing more to give
Let's hear it for the boy
How he makes a rotten man
Well he takes and he takes and he takes
When there's nothing more to give
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Underground Lifers
Est. 2003
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