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Bronzer
03:55
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I can never seem to forecast all your weather.
What’s the purpose of your sun-kissed cocoon?
Could what’s hiding underneath be any better?
It’s well known that you are what you show,
so are you just a tank with a tan?
A cluster-fuck of tattoos?
A quote unquote man?
Spray, pay, shave like the other sheep in here.
Slain all that you’ve been.
What’s unique about a puppet on strings?
Take, fake, shake what you’ve got it’s all you’ve got.
Slain all that you’ve been.
What’s unique about a puppet on strings?
So pump your fist and throw your pound of make-up in the pit.
Who was digging it in the first place?
Is it wrong to judge hippo(crit)s in the mud?
Branded horses carrying weight?
We all try to find a face, cause we hate our own.
A nation of distaste a club of dinosaur bones.
Spray, pay, shave like the other sheep in here.
Slain all that you’ve been.
What’s unique about a puppet on strings?
Take, fake, shake what you’ve got it’s all you’ve got.
Slain all that you’ve been.
What’s unique about a puppet on strings?
Under a fake sun. Number one. You are the alpha, the top pick,
a clone, but damn you look so good kid!
We all do, we’re all stars we’re all you.
It’s not what you buy, but how far you buy into it.
Spray, pay, shave like the other sheep in here.
Slain all that you’ve been.
What’s unique about a puppet on strings?
Take, fake, shake what you’ve got it’s all you’ve got.
Slain all that you’ve been.
What’s unique about a puppet on strings?
Oh tell me.
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Mi Casa Es Tuya
03:05
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Open up the doors but you closed in the walls.
Where are they now? Where will they crawl?
I swear it’s not the taking it’s the principle.
Practice your preaching little boy, tear down the wall.
And it plays so well.
Rose coloured stage.
But there’s only so much room that I have for a waste of space.
Everybody’s a mess and you’ll hear about it.
Everybody’s a mess and you’ll hear how.
It’s not my right to judge but, I grow so tired of your sound.
You humanitarian you, look at you go.
You said the seasons changed well, why all the snow?
Isn’t this man your brother, aren’t we all from the same mould?
Well one week turned into two and three’s a crease, and four a fold.
And it plays so well.
Rose coloured stage.
But how can I keep my words when someone rips the fuckin’ page?
Everybody’s a mess and you’ll hear about it.
Everybody’s a mess and you’ll hear how.
It’s not my right to judge but, I grow so tired of your sound.
Everybody’s a mess and you’ll hear about it.
Everybody’s a mess and you’ll hear how.
I’m starting to guess it’s not the theories but the tests that make the call.
Fair farewell.
Bye.
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I beg you, keep holding my hands down.
I beg you, ‘cause all I want to do is float around.
There was a fire, and it burned me.
Well what else was it supposed to do?
A minute-made messiah, or just a fooled sheep?
You know it’s always one of the two.
It always tends to feel so bright, each and every first time flight.
These kinds of things don’t age well with time
but I’ll stand in line to find something true.
And there’s proof.
I beg you, keep holding my hands down.
I beg you, ‘cause all I want to do is float around.
Drift through the ether and you’ll be grounded.
It’s something that they’re not telling us but I’m telling you.
There’s something so mysterious about the present moment.
It’s something that’s so easy to find and even easier to lose.
It always tends to feel so bright, each and every first time flight.
These kinds of things don’t age well with time
and I’m well inclined to call this voodoo.
But there’s proof!
I beg you, you keep holding my hands down.
I beg you, ‘cause all I want to do is float around.
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4. |
Basecamp
03:33
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Same drive through separate minds.
All art and laughter.
The aluminum mountain still piling high.
And no sign of stopping till they roll us out in our body bags.
Bound and gagged, and the swat team comes to kick us out
saying “Get on the ground!”
I just can’t slow it down at all.
I won’t be slowing down at all.
We’ll claim this hill until it falls.
I just can’t slow it down at all.
This is our time and our place in life!
Early mornings even earlier nights.
‘Cause not a creatures sleeping when
the Zoo is loose and there’s sun to rise.
So can I get a toast to my current kin on the mountain side,
where cleaning’s a sin and the easel’s brighter than the city lights.
I just can’t slow it down at all.
I won’t be slowing down at all.
We’ll claim this hill until it falls.
I just can’t slow it down at all.
This is our time and our place in life!
This is the place I call home tonight.
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5. |
The Mill
04:33
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Sing.
Sing it out to me, your precious melody.
I don’t feel a thing.
And shake, shake your little hips.
The scandal and the fits.
They’ll love you all to bits.
But I still want to buy into all of the lies, no money in these vines.
So play for the sake of play, cause bank accounts make fakes.
An army made of clay.
Ooo! Oh yeah! Baby! Shake that!
Cristal complex.
Mode in, mode out, mode in.
Teenage court case, judge and jury.
No one is ever listening closely to me.
A pill.
I swallow hard but still there’s sickness on the bill.
The frequencies are ill.
And it shows, your heroes can’t compose.
Just leave it to the pros, the suits all know the ropes.
So tessellate.
Crack the whip and show some face.
Sing the songs that no one tastes, tastes are always bland.
The lead, it’s hard to take.
We feed and bite the hand then find that we don’t need a leash.
Ooo! Oh yeah! Baby! Shake that!
Cristal complex.
Mode in, mode out, mode in.
Teenage court case, judge and jury.
No one is ever listening closely to me.
SO MODE IN.
MODE OUT.
Sing.
Sing it out to me.
Tessellate the frequencies and take the lead.
I still want to buy.
No money in these vines.
My heroes can’t compose.
No one listens close.
Playing for “the mill” and jaded.
Ooo! Oh yeah! Baby! Shake that!
Cristal complex.
Mode in, mode out, mode in.
Teenage court case, judge and jury.
No one is ever listening closely to me.
So mode in, mode out, mode in, mode out...
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6. |
Babychild
03:14
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Head full of reasons.
Stress of the seasons.
They keep holding me down, and taking turns.
While we look for proof these circus games play on play on play.
They say “heaven only knows where we’re going”.
‘Cause our demons already know where we’ve been.
Friends all say “you’ve got a good thing going”.
How can they be so sure, we’re all children in a blur.
House of reflections I’ll be sure to nullify.
Ask my vexes, I’ll be sure to nullify.
Half past pending I’ll be sure to make an ending myself.
But these old rivers still flow.
A bike that skips with its chain.
A mass of halos and scapegoats.
These old recycled refrains.
And there’s a fire in the back room, we can’t put out.
And it gets wider, bold, and brighter till the choir boys shout.
The day to day melts away with the fabricated self.
But it’s not something that I’ve felt.
I can see it on the shelf.
It’s just waiting on the shelf.
We all hear it through the wealth,
and it’s just waiting on the shelf.
On the shelf.
House of reflections I’ll be sure to nullify.
Ask my vexes I’ll be sure to nullify.
Half-past pending I’ll be sure to make an ending myself
(all the sand I spill).
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Westboro
03:03
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Show me your god, oh show me your god, he’s such a good one.
Hard to believe that such a disease could be your chosen son.
Now don’t get me wrong he’s got some great sing-alongs.
And I just love the way he hates the gays and teen moms.
But why don’t his rules ever apply to you?
Would it better or worse if they do?
Were you saying something, is it really his word you’re preaching? Your hate speech won’t take me.
Claim that you love all of his daughters and sons,
but what’s that sign say?
Teaching your children, propogandize your children
with your hearsay heresy.
You see I’m probably too young to really know what love is
but I doubt that we can find it in your funeral protest.
Oh you’re trying to save us?
We’re all trying to save us, but your kind won’t survive this time.
Were you saying something, is it really his word you’re preaching? Your hate speech won’t be taking me there.
You’re all sheep yeah you’re no different from me
no one can walk on water.
All that time you spent building your home
will soon become their cannon fodder.
The judgement will come sooner than you know,
and I can guess who’s left at the altar.
No light. No love. No righteous ones. No peace, No doves...
Were you saying something, is it really his word you’re preaching? Your hate speech won’t be taking me there.
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8. |
Alpha Bet
04:04
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Pints under stage lights to eat you alive.
Smokes after shows to complete the casualty.
I’ve just been given a taste only been given a taste but can’t turn away.
How to stay sane with any other wage,
any other thrill, any other maze?
I fell hard, pockets heavy.
I fell hard.
I play to live
I plan to live.
I play to live, and I plan to.
Cut all the cords if the slack starts to choke.
I found my alpha and I bet that’s no secret.
This won’t be soft but this kind of talk hurts for purpose hunny.
I broke the box and I fooled the fox,
so why keep searching if you’re not lost?
I fell hard, pockets heavy.
I fell hard.
On this changing stage I melt away.
I fell hard, pockets heavy.
I fell hard.
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