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Serotonin doesn’t speak to me the way it used to,
This summer’s been lethal.
I can not forget how I looked across the deck at those people,
So long ago
And where’s this house I call a home
This summer’s been lethal
At best,
I can not connect
Collect my feelings I’m a wounded wreck in
Pain
It’s happening again,
I lie awake afraid,
Cracked knuckles red, I don’t detest
Blinkered vision is the only way
Useless I don’t really care that much I’m out of touch,
I’m ruthless blood on my hands
With one more glance that I can’t stand,
This summer’s been lethal
And I’m in debt there’s nothing left,
This summer’s been lethal
At best,
I can not connect
Collect my feelings I’m a wounded wreck in
Pain
It’s happening again,
I lie awake afraid,
Cracked knuckles red, I don’t detest
Blinkered vision is the only way
This summer’s been lethal.
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2. |
HIT
03:23
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I remember when I cried,
I remember when I shattered,
I remember being filled with pride,
The guttural type all flustered.
But time, it passed me by,
It made me sit a while uncompromised,
A stuttered shift beneath the guise,
Of lies, it’s on lies,
So spit it out or keep it down,
But that’s not where we’re going now
Hands tied pull the right on the shoulder,
Keep my eyes shut I’m blind,
I don’t want to get any older,
Though my mind seems hard wired.
It’s that hollow taste I’m never getting over,
The grit on the tip of my tongue,
Inch by Inc it’s getting closer,
I’m all torn up well worn
But time, it passed me by,
It made me sit a while uncompromised,
A stuttered shift beneath the guise,
Of lies, it’s on lies,
So spit it out or keep it down,
But that’s not where we’re going now
Hands tied pull the right on the shoulder,
Keep my eyes shut I’m blind,
I don’t want to get any older,
Though my mind seems hard wired.
Can you hear the hissing of my lungs as the collapse and compress?
I am fine.
Can you hear the hissing of my lungs as the collapse and compress?
I’m not fine.
Hands tied pull the right on the shoulder,
Keep my eyes shut I’m blind,
I don’t want to get any older,
Though my mind seems hard wired.
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3. |
Starve
03:29
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Look who’s laughing now,
See how four stray words,
Have opened us out
And I said I tonight
Have struggled to find some peace of mind
In this town
Now we’re tethered down,
From pillar to post we’ve been dragged around
And I said I tonight
Have struggled to find some peace of mind
In this town
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4. |
Grid
02:07
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Straight white Wellwyn,
Saccharine town,
Mandatory forgetting,
A Strasserite Town.
Misery on grid.
Scorched earth fencing,
A Strasserite Town,
Mandatory forgetting,
Ersatz old now.
The duke is building,
A facist new town.
I don’t want to die in,
A Strasserite Town.
Misery on grid.
I don’t want to die here.
Scorched earth fencing,
A facist new town.
I don’t want to die in,
A Strasserite Town.
The duke is building,
A facist new town.
I don’t want to die in,
A Strasserite Town.
Misery on grid.
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5. |
Night Stand
03:43
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Late night communication on my night stand,
You know I never liked that.
I choke, brace position never helped no one,
Now I’m just a lousy son of a gun,
Poking fun at someone with my eyes closed.
So much waiting around,
Trip so long,
Oozing, whining, starving moron
So much waiting around,
Trip so long,
Through the sludge the heavy water.
Backbone, I’m so spineless
Who’d of guessed though,
I’m contrived, it’s not an act no
It’s the means to survive, it’s so contractual,
Front stroke,
Stay composed I’m on my tiptoes
Treading water from the get go
And asking why you never said no,
You never said so,
I never said no.
So much waiting around,
Trip so long,
Oozing, whining, starving moron
So much waiting around,
Trip so long,
Through the sludge the heavy water.
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6. |
Forward
02:33
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Cheap let’s throw it away
It’s worthless, make no mistake.
Ease we’ll ease in again
As hunger starts to fade.
Forward,
Move forward.
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7. |
Etch
03:14
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It’s 4.18 who’s modelling me,
I can stand up tall but you tower over me,
Doesn’t matter, it’s not what it seems
While my tendons crawl at breakneck speed
Well I’ve etched that in to layers of my skin,
Etched that in to layers of my skin,
Permanent, permanent or not
Doesn’t matter, it’s an afterthought.
Coiled streams, feel the weight of my sleeve,
An inch of exposure oh extravagant me,
Teased by torment of an age old lament,
Squandered and scrawled through the depths of regret.
Well I’ve etched that in to layers of my skin,
Etched that in to layers of my skin,
Permanent, permanent or not
Doesn’t matter, it's an afterthought.
Etching it in my skin,
Read through what I’m thinking.
Etching it in my skin.
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8. |
Badoom
02:50
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You hear that?
That’s the sound of my heartbeat to the beat of the drums.
It goes badoom, badoom, badoom.
I’m tired too, I got the weight of the world resting on my shoulders like
Badoom, badoom, badoom.
I’m tired too, I’m tired too,
I’m tired, I’m tired too.
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