1. |
Selfish
02:58
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It can't be easy
For you to lose
The thing you're best at
But can no longer do
Did I imagine
It was better than it was?
Some form of magic
But the spell has broken off
With everyday that passes
We're further than we were before
And everything is plastic
How much worse before you can't
Ignore the problem?
All eyes on the TV
You're the problem
All eyes on the family tree
Am I a minefield?
Your navigations off
Pointed words exploding
But I do not know the cost
Are you a graveyard?
What's buried I don't want
Some ghosts are harmless
But too many rise to haunt
Don't try this at home
I'm liable to break everything that I own
With everyday that passes
We're further than we were before
And everything is plastic
How much worse before you can't
Ignore the problem?
All eyes on the TV
You're the problem
All eyes on the family tree
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2. |
Doubt
03:10
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Can't keep quiet no you
Always deny it but you're
Here causing riots I know
You don't like it
If every conclusion sells you out
It's just an illusion vein devout
Hard to be wrong but it's easy to doubt
Some other voice is waiting to sprout
You're drowning it out
Can't keep liars going
So burn down the choir they climb
Holier and higher shrieking
We're on fire
If every delusion leads to drought
And every contusion bleeds you out
Shouldn't be rape just to wake up the crowd
Somebody hates you they're praying you drown
Weighing you down
Body and your own well being
If they bought it, it's myopic
You can make your own meaning
If you got it, semiotic
Overthrow the oldborn king
If you you rot it, fuck canonic
Destroy to make a new world seen
If every conclusion wrings you out
It's just what illusion brings about
Hard to be wrong but it's easy to doubt
Some other voice is waiting to sprout
You're drowning it out
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3. |
Panic
03:12
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Strip away my lungs
I can feel the instinct
Mother of my tongue
Swear I'm one
I can feel the earth
Cull it from the surface
Clothed it all in shame
Son by son
Speak our fears for one more laugh
You can pull my panic back
Hate breeds the best when no one asks
You can pull my panic back
What is in a name?
You could say it's worthless
Language into languish
Overrun
Felt it all anew
I could see the purpose
Underneath the gauze
Everyone
Slept in oil, our pain runs black
You can pull my panic back
What tears the flesh but leaves no scab
You can pull my panic back
Hair sways in fluid waves
Pressure trigger figure eight
Airwaves we masticate
Trenchant rigor obfuscates
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