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Glaciers
02:34
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Glaciers!
Fabricate the fallacy
This time I'll take it to the grave I've been digging for myself
Perpetuate the lie you've constructed to protect
Trust is a glacier heading south for the summer 'cause
Something's off a bit
Your eyes don't lie
A change in your demeanor
That's when you walk away
You build walls to hide behind
Slim chance
A victim of the circumstance
The crime of the century
This time I'll keep it under wraps like the sewage in the gutter
No one's ever gained anything from coming clean
You want to live a lie then I hope love to suffer
To suffer!
To suffer!
Something's off a bit
Your eyes don't lie
A change in your demeanor
That's when you walk away
Just to hide behind
Slim chance
A victim of the circumstance
Stick him where it hurts! Go!
There's no chance
Glacial
Something's off a bit
Your eyes don't lie
A change in your demeanor
That's when you walk away
You build walls to hide behind
Slim chance
A victim of the circumstance
Just to hide behind
Slim chance
A victim of the circumstance
That's when you walk away
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They try
To grab me like a predator's prey
These ghost whores
Are jumping off of bridges afraid
With visibly vacant death stares
A menacing charm
They want to be home and get warm
Your arms are a preferable place
From which to get away
Your reach is an optimal length
From which I try to stay
The claws on the ends of your arms
Are the punishment for rejection
Pain is cheap
But comfort is expensive
Freight train
Through the barricade
Maintain your beliefs
Your arms are a preferable place
From which to get away
Your reach is an optimal length
From which I try to stay
The claws on the ends of your arms
Are the punishment for rejection
Pain is cheap
But comfort is expensive
Are the punishment for rejection
Pain is cheap
But comfort is expensive
Expensive! Go!
Doomed when nobody comes
Doomed when nobody comes to meter on
Doomed when nobody comes
When nobody comes to meter on
To meter on
To meter on
To be the one
Your arms are a preferable place
From which to get away
Your reach is an optimal length
From which I try to stay
Your arms are a preferable place
From which to get away
Your reach is an optimal length
From which I try to stay
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Pissing Contest
02:09
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The residents of this hall of fame of drunkenness
Inducted by the servants of the state those hypocrites
They're swapping tales of innocence and false religion
This surrounds me in this overcrowded cell
I saw the evil in the eyes
Of the overseer
I saw the devil in the eyes of God
A hundred pounds soaking wet
You had to put me on the floor because I could not identify myself
Between your honor and the stain in my shorts there's a resemblance
They took my blood away
And threw me in the cage
Remind me of impossible escapes
Shit!
Sign of a sinner living as a saint
Bow to the winner while we're pulling all the weight
Sign of a sinner living as a saint
Bow to the winner while there's
No sleep! Darkness! Justice! Fuck!
I saw the evil in the eyes
Of the undertaker
I saw the devil in the eyes of God
A hundred pounds soaking wet
You had to put me on the floor because I could not identify myself
Between your honor and the stain in my shorts there's a resemblance
Pissing Contest!
A pissing contest where they
Take it on the wrist
Take it on the chin
Making it through this is where the punishment begins (Take it on the wrist)
Take it on the chin
Making it through this is where the punishment begins (Take it on the wrist)
Take it on the chin
Making it through this is where the punishment begins (Take it on the wrist)
Take it on the chin
Making it through this is where the punishment begins
Take it on the wrist
Take it on the chin
Take it on the wrist
Where the punishment begins
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Swallow the Leader
01:58
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I'm not a son of intelligent genes
I've got a mind full of decadent dreams
When I dive head-first on a dare
You're in line. You're the first to be there
I'm on guard
I don't love existing in the depths of your debt
Swallow the liter. I'm on guard
I don't love existing in the depths of your debt
Try it on
Try it on for yourself
Who's afraid of strong winds?
I'm afraid of the waves they bring
Why are we in such a rush?
I've had enough of your delusions of grandeur
It's why it kills so much
I've had enough of your refusal to stand
Refusal to stand
I'm sensing some tension
But eventually something breaks
Something breaks!
I walked on a taut line
I crawled down a fault line
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A.I.N.E.C.
02:12
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You're hopelessly drowned in noise
Light blood upon
Departing from the afterbirth
I'll try not to break the news
To you so soon but horror
Awaited you the moment you departed the womb
Do you want to discuss disgust
The animals surrounding us
Never learn because
If it's generous it's poisonous
I've never spent a dime on dying
I've never spent a dime on dying
I've never spent a dime on dying
Your life is change
You're the siren of night
A beckoning voice
Some day you'll speak and no
One is going to hear you because
They're obsessed with their fucking selves
When you figure it out
Find yourself distraction in this irritating place
Try to comprehend
That no one here is safe
Figure it out
Find yourself distraction in this irritating place
Try to understand
That no one here is safe
And it's not even
Close
And it's not even
Close
Don't shank the shameful sheep
Let them die alone
It's more rewarding to
Let them die alone. It's more rewarding
And it's not even
Close
And it's not even
Close
AINEC
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The jury is in and you're fleeced!
Solicit sympathy
The temperature has increased
Fly bitter banners too
One stood up. Another's running away
The shadow on the coward from the light of the brave
Testify just so you give it away
I've found a way to harm you
And get away with it
Made you inflict it on yourself
Sharp-tongued
Sharp-tongued hot mess
Sad! Sick!
Sad sick priestess
Sharp-tongued
Sharp-tongued hot mess
Sad! Sick!
Bat shit priestess
Irrational psychotic tendencies
An actual pulling of teeth
You got away with it
Made you inflict it on yourself
Then testified
Sharp-tongued
Sharp-tongued hot mess
Sad! Sick!
Sad sick priestess
Sharp-tongued
Sharp-tongued hot mess
Sad! Sick!
I've got
No guilt
No fear
No shame
No evidence could convict
Panicked
Momentary
Glances
Caught escaping now
Imagine you're on your own
And pulling your hair from your skull
Hoping that someone's home
To detect your deception
Deception
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Hard Fat Bottle
01:48
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See better now
Since I removed the blinders
Don't act surprised
It's not a trick or a game
Just a reminder
Be chagrined and ashamed
You've been deceived
Sat up all night
Grit my teeth and chewed my skin
Lost in the weeds
Wet with regret, time to reset
Half of the time
I overcompensate
Some of the time
Overindulge
Most of the time
I don't negotiate
Don't act surprised
You've been deceived
So close
Yet so dejected
Sat up all night
Grit my teeth and chewed off my fucking skin
Lost in the weeds
Wet with regret
Time to reset
Soft yet hard fought battle with you
See better now
Not a trick or a game
Pretend you're surprised
Confused or amazed
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8. |
Living Ghost
02:31
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Below the surface in a cellar is a trillion cells
There's just a barely beating heart inside a shriveled shell
It's frail and weak disintegrating into skin and bone
Contentious in a cavern where you go to die alone
I'll steal some poison for you
And wait outside your door
Dispense formalities of existing through these
Final fragile days of sickness and deterioration
'Cause no one's left
Your bride was buried in her wedding dress
You're content to rot the fuck away
Above the surface in the cellar is a living ghost
Standing silent in the sun so her shadow grows
You're so embittered by the shallow way your fathers act
It's why I'm petrified you're heading down that narrow path
Why so precautionary?
I've seen them dying off in droves
Sounds so reactionary
In retrospect we could have saved more from addiction's throes
Throes
No one's left
Your bride was buried in her wedding dress
You're content to rot the fuck away
No one's left
Your bride was buried in her wedding dress
You're content to rot the fuck away
Rot the fuck away
You're content to rot the
The fuck away
Torn Mind
Heart scorned
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