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It’s just a tired meat suit
It's a pillow that you don't really like
It's the helicopters over your house
It's the enamel on your teeth
You can't begin to enjoy
If all you've ever done is enjoy
You can't begin to live
If all you've ever done is live
You can't begin to escape
If all you've ever done is escape
It's a Trojan horse
When was the last time you ended up unscathed
It's a waterfall
When was the last time you saw a waterfall
Aha, aha, aha
Did you ever know
And then the violence comes
To lift your face and run
To elevate the clown
Hateful patterns in your thumb
Dealing yourself crumbs
Always sitting numb
Dangerously high and dumb
Fine with whatever comes
I want to run with you
Paralysis for two
A temporary hue
Annihilation Station
Death to red and blue
Brains squeezing out
Filling me with flavors
Parked it and felt it
Gripped it and ripped it
Gazed it and quit it
Pulled in then reversed it
Broke into flames I
Sealing inside I
I have the fault lines
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Bodily
03:44
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The bedrooms of your dreams
Are filled with parasites
Rising water and caffeine
Waiting to get some blood
Either way, I'm coming to you
Some disaster or other will get me there
Will I be late
I'll always be late
Will I be the one
I'll always be the one
Are you gonna go tit for tat
Are you gonna miss the bees
Did you want freedom from freedom
Or anything in between
As time sweeps over the parade ground like a breeze
With the sky pointed at you
Or were you pointed at the sky
Becoming whole
And unbecoming all the time
Scraping at the body
Bodily
Scraping
Scraping at the body
Bodily
Body is safe
At the body
Bodily
Body is safe
Scraping at the body
Bodily
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Flavors
02:52
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Walking the halls of plenty
You feel amazing, like a dream
The purple velvet caresses you
But why do you always have to look back
What does it take to not look back for just one second
How much more of this
Will there really be
Are the flavors of tomorrow immortal
Do you now
Accept anything
To trade
For the pulsating vein of today
Oh it's like a dream
Oh it's like a dream
That we happened to
Oh it's like a dream
That we happened
That we happened at all
That we happened
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4. |
The Dust
03:26
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Having nothing better to do i think about the plagues and the battleships constantly
Pissing formaldehyde and running from myself
The bright green birds screech and fly in packs and ruin whatever you have going
With their toxic flying shit
I'm a skewered man and my plans are skewered
I have been frying for some time
In the merciless sun
But this is how the west was won
Why would I want any more of this stuff when the BBQ is all I need
Take a vacant look at everyone trying their best
Not to scratch like dogs in a fever
Chewing the fuck out of their umbilical cords
I'm a skewered man and my plans are skewered
I have been frying for some time
In the merciless sun
We don't have a choice but to let ourselves burn
Don't need no seasons
Give me a reason
See a noble high
Give me a reason
Throw me a season
Running on fumes
I have anxiety
Stuck in the trolly problem
And the CBD is letting me down
The parrots all around me with their toxic mimicry
Ripping the skin off the clown
The skin of the clown
Go for it
Drink it
Eat it
Forever
Take it
Forever
Break in
Forever
The court
The fucking fleas on the court
The scum of the earth
The drop in his eye
The lump in his throat
The drink in his can
The itch in his palm
The whale of his wind
The grief of his breath
The fog of his brain
The tick of his conscience
The gush of the rain
The fire in the gorge
The tickle of tail
The rats in the garret
The fog of his brain
The dust
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Loaded
03:37
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The dice are loaded and throbbing
The money glistens with human sweat
And passes like a fire from hand to hand
Leaving behind burns and a stench
To which the body is chained
Sitting in a chair that’s far too small
Until the last drop of juice has been squeezed out
By the machine
I prefer a little gambling and cigarettes when no one’s looking
Rather than stuff
Yearlong blue sky
A moon rock parachuting into Eden
Still evil still hungry
The exorcism of sound
But all the while blessing the hand grenades
Because we aren't only sublime
But shitty and absurd
sailing down the boulevard
In a plume of heavy particulates
Going nowhere
With the sluggish tide of traffic
Like a dead bird frozen in the Andes
Like a petrified rose
A piece of lead with wings on it
Meat that is chewed by every mouth
Without pleasure or pain
Setting fire to whatever is around
Feeling the nihilism sneaking in
But the water
Is sneaking in
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6. |
Your Minds
03:31
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There's nothing sicker than
Seeing yourself
Falling down the canyon
Falling in the road
It's hard to know better
If I could wake up from this dream
I would know
The things that surround us
Are forced right in
Into your head
Into your ears
It happens so fast
You could never consent to this
Your minds old bag of tricks
And these shoulders are for you
For when the sunsets growing
We should go down tonight
We should go
To somewhere
Where there's a little bit more elevation
We should go somewhere
To a cave of warmth inside ourselves
And mind you I’ve been reading
And reading is the worst kind of poison
And mind you I’ve been feeling
And mind you I’ve been feeling
And feeling is the worst kind of poison
Oh the doubt
The doubt is living behind these walls
Oh the doubt
The doubt is completely wet
And is pouring out from behind the walls
From the place
I see the day
Throw the plate
I heard you say
From the place I heard you say
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Numerology
03:58
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Going downtown to look at some shit tonight
No objections were made
Everyone was well behaved
So we scurried under the floorboards
For growing boys I have one piece of advice:
Stop looking
You'll never find it
But while you're here
I'll just have another beer
And we can learn to enjoy fear
But not forever
Metaphor at war with the personal
That's what you like, isn't it
The searchlights spray
Our empty faces with life
We dug up all the bodies
There was poison in each one
They kind of liked it then
But no one seems to like it now
The flesh
I have one piece of advice for you:
If you’re a growing flesh
Then say it
Then say it
I am now done with thinking
I am now done with thinking
And while you’re here
You always grow from fear
And the disappearing faces of those that surround you
Then while you're here
I'll just have another beer
The sculpture of creation
But not forever
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8. |
Outside the Walls
03:32
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Seventeen
Zero dream
Laughing now
I have seen
The fast car slipping from the trails and crashing down
Then the trails come crashing down
Twenty-three
One off dream
River Man
I have seen
No release
The memories
When the memories come crashing down
Gone all wasty
Water rye
Waterfall
Effusively
With pale skin
Chamomile and hearth
And chamomile
Always busy being lost
We persisted with no eyes
I could not overcome
I could not find light
Because my sockets were empty
And my mind was empty
Just today
Not a dream
Mourning still
Instant coffee
I’m still here
As the bags fill with air
Enough
Can't remember
Can't remember the ride the same time
Can't remember the ride the same time
It is always so cold the same time
It is always so cold the same time
Walked back the nausea
Fighting back the nausea
Didn't have the time
Didn't have the time
You don’t have to look at it
Game of tag you are it
And I froze on the moon
And I froze on the moon
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9. |
Eating Off the Knife
03:12
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I can’t run far
I can’t run far
I can’t run far
I will always be found
I will always be found
Control
Control
We’re heading down the rails
We’re wanting so much control
Riding down the clock
Control
Give me control
We’re riding down the clock
Control control
I’m eating off the knife
And chewing the fucking ice
If you want me to stay
If you want me to stay
I'll stay by your side
I'll stay by your side
And I want you to have me
So I'll stay by your side
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10. |
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I have
been there
I have
met it
Digi-
Hellscape
Vomit
Toothpick
Plastered
Like him
Simple
Construct
Everybody does
Everybody does
He was
Wrinkled
Tied in
Pixel
You don’t
Want to
Ride it
Rear it
So basically it killed him
So basically it killed him
Pour in
Poems
Rip in
Reflex
Night time
Met her
In the
Afterlife
And it happened so fast
More luck than anything else
But it happened
Yeah, OK
Wildlife
ending
Museums
Ions
Orion
You don’t
Make a
Difference
Coral
Snake eyes
Inner
Hog sound
Bricking him in layers
You’re basically in
Sad mode
Phono
Photo
Graphic
I have
Sat up
Convert
Sessions
Almost
Forty
He was
Almost
Showing off his clear eyes
And his clear brain
Oh it’s not clear
Nevermind
Growing
It’s growing apart
It’s growing
Growing apart
Is this
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