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Bad Listener I
03:36
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Good guy aren't I?
My world is mine.
I know you must feel so good now.
Top of the world but yesterday's gone now.
Bad guy aren't I?
My world is mine.
You said you can't, you said you won't.
But you walk with the herd now.
And soon you'll crash and then you're done.
Great guy aren't I?
Your life not mine.
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2. |
Time Is Money
01:11
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3. |
Be Safe
04:14
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I can't live with myself.
I can't live with myself right now.
I could be somewhere else.
I can see words in mouths.
This whole crowd wears a savage frown.
Strange fluid, the ground can speak and gender's defined.
Limbs that reach morbidly.
Drown the suggestive device.
It feels like it's been days since the absurd countdown played.
One hit to stay sane,
two more to be normal.
One trick after another trick.
Too much for the mind,
for the mind to handle.
I can't live with myself right now.
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4. |
Elbows Off
02:14
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I'm feeding from the good plates.
All manners and praise.
So clean are my clothes.
I'll never be stained.
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5. |
Don't I Know You?
01:32
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You can't say you don't know
that you fed off of us.
Woe is me.
Now you have what you want.
Woe is you.
Woe is me.
Bad luck is imaginary.
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6. |
Faith In Man
02:23
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They've gathered in.
They barely have the room.
Some have come along just to say no one agrees,
it won't be happening soon.
I think they're sick, but who leads an interesting life?
They're all just on that list
of folks not to be like.
I'm looking down on them
in more ways than one.
Faces empty, pockets fat.
Wearing their articles of faith.
In a trance cause it feels safe.
It feels safe.
Afraid to admit what makes you tick.
Faces are mirrors, we must be sick.
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7. |
Bitter Son
02:45
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I'm my mother's son
Whether I like it or not.
I'm my father's son
Whether I like it or not.
Grew up in the creeks
Raised under the trees
I'm my mother's son
Whether I like it or not.
I can't leave
Whether I like it or not.
Dirty home in the sea of trees.
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8. |
Go Getter
03:30
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It's a respectable trait.
Yet another waste of mental health.
Calling it a day.
Go getter, what do you expect, faith or sympathy?
Have you seen?
Everything's been rendered empty.
The judges held responsible seem to know
You've served pathetic men and prayed
for gifts that never came.
It's just been one big mistake.
But it's tempting anyway and you wait anyway.
Heavy weighted, half assembled proof
That there's nothing we can do.
Every last day looks the same.
That's why I can't go on.
The whole breed is thinly veiled as proof
That there's nothing we can do.
At least you are never alone.
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9. |
Magic Words
02:58
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Explain to me how to explain
When words can't come so easily.
Infection sits inside my brain
Bringing old age so easily.
Wasting away my precious time.
Droning away for eight a day.
What's left? Halting our lives?
Sublimity?
It only means living on display.
Don't be afraid to ask for success.
Ask for success, don't be afraid.
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10. |
Half A Holiday
02:51
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Your golden child is still our favorite smoker.
Heading east of nowhere with a lovers rose.
Heading east of nowhere in his Sunday clothes.
Heading east of nowhere with a lovers rose.
Too weird to live, too rare to die, too fucked to care.
A special brand of casualty
for your special brand of urban planning.
He's a fortunate son, silver spoon in hand.
Such a fortunate son, silver spoon in hand.
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11. |
Extra Regular
03:45
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Morals of the wise have to wait in line.
Breathe in the stench of the human condition.
In spite of all his discontent.
Watch as he cuts his hands on a safe living.
In spite of all his discontent.
Righteous men know nothing.
Back up machinery still good.
Self serving piety still good.
With all that form you'd think
Better they knew everything.
Extra regular.
Still I see you're scared of strangers walking by
and it makes me wish we were still alive
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12. |
School
02:19
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We're so thankful for all the years of conditioning.
We're so prepared, we're so prepared.
When they come for me should I raise my hand?
I'll raise my hand, we're so prepared.
So lucky for a chance.
Now I don't ask why.
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13. |
Bad Listener II
03:44
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You really live it, that life you want.
But there's no soul on the inside.
You said you can't, you said you won't.
I'm a good guy aren't I?
But there's no soul on the inside.
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