1. |
Upended & Dependent
03:34
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Groping a false impression
...we made a pact with this delusion.
with this delusion.
When the contract terms had ended
...the cart upturned and we all ran for the fences.
ran for the fences.
We all looked for a break...can anyone escape?
Upended and dependent
Submitted to this deadend.
When it cleared the ruse was finally made out....we found...it all had fallen.
Upended and dependent
Submitted to this deadend.
When it cleared then the ruse was finally made out…. so...we torched it all.
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2. |
Finger Games
02:14
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I don't know what makes you so happy
What is it that makes you so?
Is it watching
People squirming
When you pull out the secrets you hold?
Are you insane?
Can I even feign… a care for you?
I gotta get up 'n' go
oh...so Un-comfortable and everyone is watching you.
And you won't let it go
No, you won’t let me go.
You can see what you've done
& that the tables have turned
In the limelight, this attention
It reveals and burns.
I see you strain
Why do I stay?
Oh noooo,
you’re caught up now
Whoa-oh!
you pull 'n' struggle cuz y'know that they are watchin' you.
Still you're insane
See a glare as a gain
Start in again
Reset, full press...oblivious.
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3. |
Talk It To Death
03:20
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One trick pony trots on the scene
Loaded up with lessons for all
Makes a case for it's a shame
Who's to blame and it keeps on comin'
Progress... to-go
Experts...on a roll
Could be... Who knows
Maybe it's all bullshit...
Y'know, that we can talk it to death
Echo chamber set to roll
Can't separate a prole from a troll
Downs us all with one fell swoop and drags us from the back of its truck.
Where to... who knew?
For what... same old rut
Say a lot... for naught
Screentime 'til morale improves
So ...we'll talk it to death
And it's oh so tired, so lost in time, So used to liars, and just fine with blowhards, that words don't matter, and useless chatter is nothing more than a black hole filler......
Filler...
FILLER.
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4. |
Old Whip
01:59
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No longer sick, but I’m tired
What’s stuck in my craw, gets me wired
Another old grey clown, raring for a fight
My head is empty, but the fire's alight
For these:
Worn down, Blank town takedowns
Worn down, Blank town takedowns
So bring your tribute
There's work here left to do
You didn't miss me
But I'm not here for you
Am I'm not here for you?!
Am I not here, for you?
Are you here, for me?
My time is spent, your patience through
Still ...we’re here.
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5. |
Everybody Gave Up
03:30
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Malaise, it crawls across the nation
In neighborhoods and drinking halls
Like-minded folk agree it’s official
There’s just no need to care at all
we don't stare down every evening
no heart to hearts until the dawn
nobody even showed
to challenge the decision
guess everybody gave up
And I reckon I'm okay with it
I'm sensing that you are too
Slack blank stares seem to indicate
That the time has come to hesitate
No one ever gets it wrong now
But nobody ever really gets along
They might do something wrong
So no one relates at all
might as well give up
so give up now...
Don't you know that...
Everybody's Safe and Sound
'Cuz no one ever fucks around
the boys ain't wet
The Fluids all wept
And the girls lost their erections
And everybody gave up.
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6. |
Fantasia In Orange
03:18
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Born Bestowed
I'm an island
No plan but to have it all
Too pale to fail...Erected a tower
To myself and myself and myself
and myself and myself and myself
My self's my goal, It is written
On airwaves and in forms you can't see
The beauty of being so brilliant
Is you don't have to care about others... as you succeed
My friends were keen to have known me
But I'm the man who rules the room
So friends are meat to consume….And I consume and consume and consume and consume and consume and consume
Now watch me binge, watch me purge...all over your everything
Watch me binge, watch me purge.
Watch me tap tap nerve endings...that sap sap sap close attention.
Watch me tap tap nerve endings...that sap sap sap close attention.
I've got a plan for everything, A fix for everything, A scheme for everything
Riding out this clusterfuck...Ride out this clusterfuck
Can you believe my luck?
Can you believe our luck?
Huh.
Consume and consume and consume and consume and consume and consume
Consume and consume and consume and consume and consume and consume.
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7. |
Fleshlight Of The World
03:15
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So afraid you’ll change
Obsessed ...who takes the stage
Bad faith, worse men
Reckonings ...coming around the bend
You'd best believe it
Oh man, you saw it coming
You piss on ...a silver lining
The rigged plots, the top slots
Fight back with all they got
So what... If it overwhelms you.
To put up with all of this…
To just give it away?
Come this far…
Don’t piss it away?
Don’t piss it away.
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8. |
Take The Bait
03:33
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You sussed me out
Just a common bastard
No sense in pretense
Hell, you know what I meant
This Won’t Play Out
Can’t Be Worked Out
We’re having so much fun...Not even sure that I care
So I take the bait...Mull it over and over
Look after all the stray…Thoughts ‘til they wander away
Really takes the cake,
Ain’t even a year older
I’ll go get my facts straight...Don’t let me get in the way
It's happens every time
Cuz you’re so observant
With so man,y flaws
Can't make heads or tails of it
Get The Fuck Out!
Can This Self Doubt
We're having such a ball...I never knew that you cared
You take the bait...Mull it over and over
Look after all the stray…Thoughts ‘til they wander away
We should mark the date,
You really got one over on me
Now that y’got yer facts straight...Why let them get in the way?
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Members of Ex-Gods, The Fucking Eagles, Gold Teeth, Blind Guides, Assertion. Trucking in Noise Rock, Post-Hardcore, Punk, Anxiety Sludge, yada yada yada...buncha noisy, heavy stuff from the City of Density. Officially over it.
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