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T.H.F.
01:37
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You seem to think
With ritual impunity
A false sense of security
The masses should be scared
Your evil eye is everywhere
Watch your mouth
Speak my mind
Thriving on fear and diluted ideas
Man
When will you wake up
Throw out your ego
It's gonna be a long time
It's gonna be a long time
A manufactured
Pile of junk, no guts, just circuits, wires and lungs
Gnawing me
Calling me
Putting me down
Leech to an empire of sheep dead asleep to the sound
Sludge that you're pumping is coating, corrupting
Your peers
But all we hear
Are your toys,
in your voice
"I don't care about you"
Stalking and clawing
The truth you're ignoring
is your life's a void
that you can't help but keep falling through
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Salts
02:16
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Won't you step into my peace
And take a part of me
I'll free you of your reasons
For feeding on yourself
Drowning out the sounds
That sit inside your head
Screaming that you're a lesion
Inadequate
It does the damage and the work
Herding security
That I can never lure
"You used to care"
I used to care impaired
And I'd sing the cells goodbye
As they march along and
Paint the walls of my insides
I'm fooled again
Recidivist
The locust have their king again
A sterilized, contrived
Palatable lie
It does the damage and the work
Herd insecurity
That I can never purge
And it always works
It's all about to be a joke
Makes me make believe
Helps me suffer peace
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Lloyd
03:12
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Voice like acetylene
It's good for cutting through teeth
Kiss it to sleep with lips like dramamine
Now all I see before me is sublime
Under fluorescent lights
A fly going happily blind
It was entertaining
Forever
I pierced the sky when I fell over,
I was there, I was staring at the sun
When I saw god dissecting cows with loaded guns
Hands were feeding glue into my head
To keep it from caving in
As they tear it apart
Forever
You'll find relief is cherry sweet
Today I breathed my own blood
Dear diamonds leaking from the seams
I hope you find your perfect teeth
Damage
I felt a breeze beneath these sheets
Of this pretty skin that I've been rolling in
Your life tastes like mine
Your life tastes like mine
Your life tastes like mine
Your life tastes like mine
Your life tastes like mine
Your life tastes like mine
Your life tastes like mine
Your life tastes like
So glad to know I'm part of you
My flailing arms are celebrating
Paid-for philosophy
You've done the best I could
To patch you up, sewn into
Another day of limping through
What are you, Now?
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?
Cause I'm feeling better
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Modern Art
01:16
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I used to starve my world
Dead body, nobody's
I used to scar my world
Nobody
Can understand their sole command
Is programming me to care
About their ignorance
Cause their life makes sense
And I'm over it
You and all the rest
I don't want to spend my time giving a shit
Or drink the cups you kool-aid fucks
Keep throwing back
I don't want to feel dead again
Death to the frauds whose crooked jaws
Ripped me to shreds
I want to fade into the shade
Of this silo
Where I'm gonna blow apart my thoughts
Paint them on the wall
And call It modern art
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Cantina
02:28
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Dead Christ on the curbside
Baby I'm alone
Sewing seeds to ease the love
Perc up! shut the fuck
Up, already I know
I find better days
With looser veins
Context to blame that I'm
Closer to the third kind
I don't want her to know
I'm scraping the floor
I guess I'll see ya
Cantina call me
My baby knows just what I need
Another hit, I'm on my knees
Begging the serving hand
To feed me stinging peace
So I stood in line
For a second time cause it felt alright
But I know that she can
Feel whole without me
I know she really can't find the time
To think about me
I want to bite right through my leash
But don't want to be alone
Baby I want to see ya
Cantina call me?
Cantina call me?
Cantina call me?
Cause I'm feeling like I always do
Said I've been fading in the shade
Everything just tastes the same
Sit around and losing track, yeah
The looking glass is staring back
It doesn't fit
And I feel
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