1. |
Slant
05:40
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So here’s hope soft as a pillow
Forced inside
The mouth of an innocent slumber
Smothered
We have our hate
We’ll keep it in
We’ll keep it close
You know your place
You shut your mouth
You keep it closed
It’s one more wound to lick
To break convalescence
It’s one more ten hour shift
For more joy to inject
One more grave to be dug
One more stone to erect
Now watch them grasp for oxygen
Breath so sweet
They always took it for granted
No longer
You had your air
And now you’ll feel just what it’s like
To be without
In these last moments of your life
And out of everyone you know
I’ll be the one you hate the most
I can be your Lucifer
I’ll make you feel so small
And out of everyone you know
I’ll be the one you worship most
I can be your Jesus Christ
It makes me feel so small
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2. |
My Way Out
08:59
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Is it not in the nature
Of man to cling to potential?
All the petty ambition
Is just fleeting abstraction
Life as lost through collision
Makes for cold decoration
And this bottle is your ticket
To a moment of concord
Lips are fastened forever
Around the will of a body
The one that you’re told is special
Looks like everyone else’s
The mortal grip is returning
So cue the ensuing panic
Curse all the time it took to figure out
All the drugs you took to feel alive
Ironically killed you
Laugh ourselves into stitches
And shoot the heroin under bridges
In my friend’s arms
We’re all part of the same sinking ship
We’re all in on the same fucking joke
Everyone at the center of their universe
As their planets crack and stars align
So cue the ensuing panic
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3. |
Worship House
05:31
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Sunrise
New day
It’s seed brings forth the sorry reign
Next day
The same
Embrace imposter hope of prayer
Bullshit poet
The funeral generation sighs
Now happy birthday
Now please pretend you’re entertained
You gave birth to all the sins
Your children will commit
Who are you?
Life is an ant
In the palm of time’s cruel hand
Stay down
Now bow to this sea
Of lambs content with harvest slaughter
Lambs
House of worship
Now raise your arms up to the sky
Sky
At the thought of
Eternal life, eternal bliss
Bliss
I can’t fathom
What sits beyond my tiny skull
Skull
You gave birth to all the sins
Your children will commit
Who are they?
Life is an ant
In the palm of time’s cruel hand
Stay down
Submit
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4. |
Everything
15:19
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Be conscious of all the space you take
As you carve your name into the earth
Force your face into an abstract smile
To be recalled in flaccid photographs
Wash all of your spiders down the drain
Holes to designate where pleasure goes
Because every holiday is just
One more sorry trip around the sun
And you drink from the palm
Of you god, as it’s dog
Constantly in attempt to satisfy
Maybe you will win a reward
Maybe they’ll make a film about your life
Starring somebody else, you’ve bever met
Once you’ve died
And maybe they will win an award
Everything is one more
Postcard of a sunset
Everything
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5. |
Constant Hum
10:10
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I’ll be forever subject to
Your bended knee before our covenant
I’ll try to take some time with it
Self medicate and happily go numb
Waste of time
In counting days
And this nine-to-five
Well it’s all you’ll ever be
Obsolete
Comforting
And we’re all swimming in
An endless pool of constant hum
Just till I come to my senses
Leave the car running and close the garage door
Waste of time
In counting days
And this nine-to-five
Well it’s all you’ll ever be
Use your flesh
To multiply
It is simple math
As time subtracts us all
Obsolete
Constant
Comforting
Ending
And we’re all swimming in
An endless pool of constant hum
Find me here in submission
Is it everything you’d ever want?
Take off of my clothes
Flaws revealed in flesh
Wringing out all sympathy
Rinse your hands from all of it
You’re no better than sin
You just have yet to indulge
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