1. |
Mortem
05:04
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Come and join me in the ground
Help inflate this frozen mound
You always tried to find your roots
I sleep where roots are found
Grab your shovel and churn the earth
Forget how much your life is worth
Your labor bore no fruit
You’ve dreamt of death since your first birth
It’s clear you expect me to speak
I hear you as my brain starts to leak
Say you have mouths to feed
beetles and worms will feed on us for weeks
Dirt seeps into sunken chambers
The same fate will befall your neighbors
And those that sought to seek
With fire and brimstone laden labors
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2. |
Dogs
02:12
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Suffocated by reality
rushed into the next day so I see
They’ll pluck the pedals from your head
Wish you were there but you’re better off dead
When their eyes become involved
Throwing out the rules and protocols
They are not those of entropy
They’ll bite your head off if you disagree
Secret services kill just for fun
Commanding all your tanks and guns
Sleep in kennels, bite on your bones
Take orders from microphones
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3. |
Onomatopeia
02:23
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Life’s a
lotta
lollygagging, gravel dragging
rabble rousing, cattle wagging
what’s the reason for it all
what’s the reason for it all
Bottle
waddle
ogle goggles toggle models
coddle hot coals, grotto potholes
paint peels on a broken wall
paint peels on a broken wall
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4. |
Frogs
04:29
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There’s something more beneath the wake
Of nothingness forever claimed
Washed up ashore like a brigade
Towards the land of loss and gain
The flesh that’s held between the lips
Croaks all the truth of ancient scripts
As frogs enjoy their jumps and skips
The flies will learn much different tricks
Torn up across the riptide quips
Gripping upon the skin that slips
toads wish upon the brain that trips
Smooth vile in such a sun eclipse
Jumping Mary legs so kindly hopping as the sun goes down
screaming in a choir bouncing to and fro forget the crown
Sipping on a Lillie getting lower yet you’ll never drown
All in all in all one was turned green but now he’ll be renowned
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5. |
Oceanfucker
02:10
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Take my trunks off
Fuck the ocean
Will it love me
It’s not the size
It’s the motion
Of the blue sea
Why so quiet
Unrequited
Wet with feeling
Have my blessing
Discipline me
Keep me guessing
My old dry eyes
Full of your salt
Now I can’t see
Getting dizzy
You’re in my lungs
Close as can be
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6. |
Sunburn
02:39
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Jumping thru the burning sun
Don’t look back till it’s done
Sifting thru burning clothes
Like a bomb to explode
Ready or not here I come
It’s so hot getting numb
Sifting thru burning clothes
Like a bomb to explode
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7. |
Scurvy
02:14
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Sanitize my insides
Bleach my broken peptides
Power wash my membrane
Pulverize my skin frame
Inject
Subject
Infect
Defect
Nullify my own mind
Calcify my bone rind
Vegetate my stone brain
Disregard my own pain
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8. |
Stamos
02:52
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I can’t sleep
In my bed
When it’s you
In my head
Cut my mouth
Till it bleeds
Feel the drip
Inside of me
I’m so tired
So my brain
Starts to drift
Another lane
Feel the burn
Of the gin
I’m fucked up
Once again
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9. |
Dyselxic
04:57
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Dyselxic
Ibreniation
Depseration
Odrer, Disodrer
Silumation
Tilitation
Odrer, Disodrer
Delosate
Aminate
Odrer, Disodrer
Oluvate
Dulipcate
Odrer
Disodrer
Uspide down
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10. |
Processed
05:26
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I’m hearing voices
And they tell me I’m fine
They give me choices
But the choice isn’t mine
The mind is bicameral
The will isn’t free
It’s not supernatural
But it sure isn’t me
Save up every stolen breath
It’s just a reaction
To perceivable time
We’re losing traction
On an invisible line
We’re feigning our progress
Yet we pay the fee
We follow the process
We bend at the knee
Spend your life to pay for your own death
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