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subtle
01:24
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This is the status that captures I existed here/ established and fitted behind persistent fears/ fashioned a subtle dabble in the debonair/ with mask held in place from the daggers that we fit in ears/
And they can act as if We didn’t care/ the act alone soaks the status quo fabric in river tears/ That’s the robe that my patience and compassion wears/ first one in and last to go and still has those absent stares/
Can’t even mummy the brain around it/ the mumblings of money and fame around us/ the mud we sling gunning to claim we’re founders/ no servitude, purpose rules were mailing every fingers with rings around it/
No ransom, still distinguished a signature sound written in the blood of every sheep which we encountered/ and they can proceed to doubt us/ the seed is deep and genes just breed a deviance to keep us grounded/
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slivered eyelids
03:29
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Whether or not they buy into the apocalyptic planning/ depends on how you package the product marketing and branding/ relying on the findings of applied science/ then realize social currency won’t scathe where the bottom line is/
Knee jerk reactions decide on the deciders/ move like sea urchins dragging spines across divided earth/ a pack of rotten Sasquatch attack the ballot box/ Trojan horse gallop forms who holds the horns on the golden ox/
Spinal mold for Five fold symmetry/ Composed of High alert assembly/ hold serendipity by the neck and examine its divinity/ brace for impact and then assess which way the sinners lean/
Savoring all of the political wavering/ waving goodbye to tomorrow the atypical behavior brings/ ain’t giving hope a chance when Satan sings praises for Kings embracing the basic instincts/ why save it?
To watch it all go down sits on top my bucket list / with a bucket of buttered popcorn, milk duds and kids, from the sour patch/ saying fuck it to live for the now and relax to the sound of collapse in the distance/ down in front/
back row bootleggers, you can count on us/ to capture the movement between the movie and the callused clutch, on reality/ and now his strut was mistaken for the cusp of Armageddon/ bought the farm expecting/ self sustaining hospitality/
don’t see it, slivered eyelids/ life line aligned to the depth the polar ice is/ Entire earth was colonized for spices/ but white kids can’t identify what properly seasoned rice is/
Heightened sensitivity, but normalized deviance/ the wider the gap is the more bodies you can feed to it/ a new couture virus brand pending/ green hue allure standard course for pandemic/ the damn ending/
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the calmn
02:15
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Felt like I was living the life I needed to/ like every decision was right between the two/ finished the night like this deceit was true/ forget memory lane I stroll the scenic route/
control the grief and groom/ the belief holding and keep this cool/ submerged to identify the soul and the hole it’s leaking through/ it’s a dangerous gap between what we know and think is true/ and the scientific means we need to prove it/
the power of cynics/ when every hour and minute is set to seek improvement/ of how we perceive completed moons/ and life’s relation to the light in the tunnel we need to see it through/ but lack the tools we need to do it/
Death is the only language that humans are speaking fluent/ and we can’t seem to prosper without greeds influence/ Once your eyes are open you know the dream is ruined/ and still have hopes to cling to despite the deeds your doing/
and all your religious beliefs are mute when/ it’s only the pious you keep as students/ the kingdoms keys won’t ever bring to knees the masses/ without accompanying cataclysm/ fuck it let me turn on the tv and see who’s shooting/
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4. |
chromatic
03:07
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Soulless exterior/ cold metal features scratched off serial/ stolen avatar hand of God conceal and carry standard rabid/ peel your pomegranate/ ponder or pander tragic/
belief in karma has that advantage/ define difference between crawling and standing/ defeat or conquering Camelot/ disease and slaughter is sanctioned/ citizen meat marching demanding paradise delivering evil in cars armed and abandoned/
leaving charred hearts in its absence/ man is equal parts martyr and savage/ tomorrow's abandoned, Marlboro man up and discuss what cancer your stance is/ humanity dissolves in the anthem/ truth's in the panic we hang from/ crucifixes reality that's too good to listen/ casual brutality amputated pigs wing/
The world is hurting and we vote for drones and munitions to fix things/ kneel before diplomacy's blitzkrieg/ take your soma and sit please/ no one vulnerable lives free/
Carpe diem like tomorrow can't happen/ we carve pain in flesh just to follow our passion/ fire shots with no acronyms push the envelope or push daffodils/ push bystanders like authorities are after him/
Carpe diem like tomorrow can't happen/ we carve pain in flesh just to follow our passion/ fire shots with no acronyms/ push the promised hope or push casket wheels/ all glory no captives/
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elephant ear
02:28
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Can’t even remember
The definition of what domestic was
All hands on deck
All hands left with stumps
This is the Off brand etcetera
Slaughtered lambs in the mouth of
Bio-enhanced lions
Where the smiles mechanics
doesn’t gesture love
Can’t stomach the violence
The biome it has passes electric buzz
That hypnotizes the best of us
Live and die in the triumph
They never tried the psilocybin
To expand themself
Is it human or universe who defines a man of wealth
Limited control is like
Holding the light while the candle melts
Knowing the slightest breeze seizes any advantage held
Poker face isn’t the best way to play the hand you’re dealt
Now tell me how do you handle self inflicted wounds
When amputated above the panic button
The cruelty of nature where the damage dwells
Dueling the communal speak of cancer cells,
Or any other disease you can’t repel
Can’t afford to upgrade this standard shell
The relationship is love hate,
just trying to stay above grade
Held hostage with no negotiations for escaping in helicopters
Holding only high demands of self
The stories a wise man can tell
The glory’s divine exam we fail
The torture survived despite the hammer and nails
But Can’t enjoy the time provided
without constant reminders that they might land in hell
Sense of grandeur fell
Learning they’re not a fan of help
Sacrifice it all in the abandoned wells
Forgot the the steps but still dance the pale
Moonlit ballroom long after even the lantern fell
No guiding light
The design that drives societies dismantled elegance
Within the fragile fellowship we use to stand united
But it feels like breathings the only things similar that you and I did
I really don’t need another ghost to confide in or fight with
Stay righteous
Or at least try it
Bye kids
Sing An homage to the dead rising and the gravel swells
A deep belief in Hatori swordsman speech and CQC techniques to grapple self
Like any of that will help
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6. |
passenger
01:50
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We all don't get a long/ Kum... buy a lot of rations and a gun/ stash it from your friends and neighbors/
when disaster comes the savage side doesn't recognize faces/ you have to defend your staples/
pills filled with cyanide there's no saviors to bend the matrix/ it's crazy what we sell to ascend stations/ destroy communal wealth as the basis of our quest to score salary/
art starts to reflect our mortality/ sick lunatics then form our normality/ distortion scores galaxies and our course towards doubting dreams/
I'd rather build than let thor's mallet swing/ but I can't be bound by your boundaries/
you want to know how it sounds to me?/ flesh in a meat grinder over the muffled sound of screams/ there's no god and man is fucking evil that's how I account for things/
Push buttons, push yourself, push agendas, fuck it just push something/
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7. |
plebescite
02:09
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It takes iron limbs to survive a minute in this environment/ flesh residue in the lions grin, men admire it/ I'm Ursa Minor crypt keeper/ nurse a nirvana liquid serum/ curse the finer things around the fire pit/
Shave a New York minute fuel a country mile with/ behave choice words minced doodles of funny smiling/ to suit the sunny side of him/ prescribed violence stuffed in the piñata' skin/ sweet tooth disgruntled nihilist/
the sum of your wildest dreams mean nothing, a pile of shit/ only as good as the customs you're inspired to risk/ the way the marionette wires twitch it's obvious/ trust its just another dust up for the mob to fix/
economic genocide lobby Composite immigrant/ Larger than life to scale model citizen/ recognizing lesser crimes of necronomic innocence/ where we meaure the vice against the progress of mongrel indigents/
who bond over bitterness and stand united against plebiscites who pledge a life to right despondent living and/ for those trying to turn the picket lines to a picket fence/ pick a fence and sit on it, split the caustic and the living dead/
It's either sausage or the Lilith fest/
Mass slaughter or the liberal left/
Skeleton closet or episcopal press/
Class martyred for Wars fought
developed in a Fictional breath/
...Brand you frightened in the same club as grubs banned from flight lists/
...the Glamour lightened decays some as drums bang on night shifts/
...cheap damaged titans from plastic molds that can't hold form banging the righteous
... beliefs, grandeur, enlightened... three lies our ego tells us to mask how worthless our life is
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8. |
as a
01:55
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We used to think "this is what gods views like"/ looking down on a few lights resembling civilization/ huddled around fueled blights on the cooled nights ambiance/ our image is the gods we want/ living within the limits of our comic con/ the cosmic pond is stocked with bigger fish in it/ the common bond between Big Bang and atomic clock/ we split seconds to measure what infinite isn't/
Forever's just symbolist wishing wisps of the wind resembled what religions intended/ pearly gates a list and attendant/ think about how we define creation’s dimensions/ nothing more than servitude to the snake and it's venom/ in the form of fruit we take from the temptress/ for Christ’s sake, if life’s sacred than what’s the point of your heavens/
Swine asking immigrant cabbies where they dropped god/ the American dream's a mirage in the steam of over heated engines/ the motor needed attendance but dashboard lights are simply seen as suggestion/
I’m one of the last born before inventions mother hung her self at home just inside of the entrance/ a grudge disguised with picket fences/ that disciplines the flint that sparks the tensions/ commended for carving amendments in commandments/ life as the apprentice/
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9. |
next meal
02:53
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lives life Iike an animal
Tense to the ties of his
Next meal's stranglehold
A trap, Smells the hunters
Where they dangle hope
just another figure moving
through the cannons scope
Unable to contemplate what
Those hands have choked
carries the kind of hate
That demand evokes
An honor ranging from
samurai to the standard guy
Asking God to command his role
But he’s last in line
the damaged cope a Gotham anecdote
Where the city limits manage to hold
expectations for expanding growth
Can't control the separation of
Desperation standard least
Until the lambs exposed
Every step let's the maverick roam
Proper blend of blessed and cadaver stroll
No before and after pose
There's no distorting the gamma role
Maybe we can survive
on the mirage of grandeur alone
Savage moan in Tantric tone
Collapsing hope In the established dose
Acting random won’t hide the facts imposed
Gasps and panic spoke encyclopedic volumes
Keep your hammocks low
No practicing social activism prose
Just head above water fashioned different strokes
Middle class erodes and makes the masses minimal
Average joe dressed in savage pro
Never bought into the status quo packaged hope
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10. |
finite space
03:15
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We’re no different. Shame is in the way we may never know different. So Let it be set in stone scripted and you’ll be sisyphus wishing for a kiss of death instead of respect and owned privilege/
there’s no letting it rest the roll is his/
forever and then some there’s no ending/
there’s no forgetting the second when the morals split/
for every penance the ego sent him/
We owe the equivalent in boiled skin/
Dependent on a culture where blood and oil mix/
Suffer under reticulated coiled grins/
In a never for which we hold reverence/
The formation assembled in is a delicate/ distorted hatred towards the way that other tortured souls tour the wave lengths/ our own torment weighted against the void that replaces it/ it’s hard to enjoy peace when you’re so scared you’ll break it/
It’s hard to describe what I’m fastened too
Arms out wide the stakes are passing through
martyr might cry and stain the grasses roots
Spawning new growth that improves the captive truths
Still using faith to brace for massive doom
When change is within range of what fate demands of you
Not what the future holds
but the stones that your hands can move
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