1. |
Even Sleep Is Exhausting
03:34
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Invaders raging around my fortress
I don't notice, I don't notice
Breaking in just to steal my focus
I don't notice, I don't know this
Testament of trope for the way things are
Experiment of expectation, a strong false start
Lately we're all in the park after dark
Hanging on the last remark
Enemies rest on the brink of warfare
I'm unaware, I'm unaware
Hanging back just to see me go bare
I'm unaware, I'm unaware
Of the neverending mile that lies ahead
A catastrophic rendition, a lifelong defense
And we haven't just built it up in our heads
It can't all just lie within
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2. |
Forage For Porridge
04:09
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They’re calling it quits
The hand that feeds fractured at the wrist
And all mankind is on the tit
Of the last woman left at the market
She’s been tossed and she’s been aged
So they’re giving her away
To the bidder with the highest pay
They traveled to paradise for the trade
They’re closing their eyes
Blindly adding to the pile
And all mankind is of the tribe
That’s turned inward and eating their children
They don’t know it
They’re surprised
When we put their feet to the fire
Just to fry
And we tell them not to ask why
What a way of chasing the high
If I’m really thriving
I should run on home
For if I’m really fighting
I’m doing it all wrong
And we forage through the forest
For a hint of what we know
But never live in wilderness
And never watch it grow
They’ve crawled up and died
Warehouse out of the supply
And ol’ mankind’s so far behind
With the scientists locked up in prison
They can’t see it
They’ve gone blind
Thinking that they’re still alive
And they’ll thrive
If only for the reprise
What a way to see the surprise
If I’m really thriving
I should run on home
For if I’m really fighting
I’m doing it all wrong
And we forage through the forest
For a hint of what we know
But never live in wilderness
And never watch it grow
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3. |
Stupid Stature
04:17
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The times, they shrink us down when they’re hard
The rest of the world so big, so far
When your cell is too small you cling to the bars
Imprisoned in simply being
Possibly, maybe, probably reeling
Running and jumping, hiding from feeling
If I could I’d break through the ceiling
Growth is so sweet, so oddly freeing
But,
Words are floating downward
Sugar-coated, fake and fractured
They turn in to coat our skin
In moments manufactured
Then they turn out to knock us down
And fall a little faster
But sometimes they’re just too high
God damn my stupid stature
Someone in distress told me my soul was pearl
She said I’d grow with wisdom
I said ‘Fuck, I hope man
I feel small and then some’
She asked if I had any wisdom to give her
Any advice at all
I said it seemed like she needed to grow, and
She needed to know it
Because,
An artist has a purpose if they’ve got a craft to master
But industry’s a different beast, a dog eat dog attacker
They say you’ll have to step and step to get to what you’re after
But could they be too steep for me?
God damn my stupid stature
Well,
If over time you’re shrinking getting farther from the top
And every day you’re climbing up just to reach the drop
With nothing in your power you can do to make it stop
Then stature’s pretty mighty, might be
All we got
credits
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4. |
Shard To Shatter
04:47
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Let go
Seems you’re running low
On things to hold to
Unfold
Seems the reasons left untold
Are old too
Not one more inch of my skin
Not one more piece of dream
Not one more shard to shatter
Get your grip off me
Finally
Go on
Sedentary life will
Never make you strong
How long
Will we wait for them
To learn right from wrong?
Not one more inch of my skin
Not one more piece of dream
Not one more shard to shatter
Get your grip off me
What’s it gonna take?
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5. |
Racehorse
03:42
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There’s no such thing as running
But there’s a whole lot of denying it’s there
And you may not be forthcoming
But keeping quiet doesn’t make it easy to bare
Because the burden that you’re holding’s
getting mighty heavy
And the longer that carry it
The more it’ll weigh
And for what?
For whom?
And how long?
There’s no such thing as closure
And waiting for it sets you on an imminent fate
And it won’t ever be over
If you expect to stumble on a definite day
Now think back to all the people
All the power you gave
Just ‘cause they did something bad enough
To go on a page
And for what?
For whom?
And how long?
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Landmine
04:21
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Leaders of small palaces
Gather to scour the planet
For things to dispose
And those who are left over
Panhandle and pillage
For what’s not too burnt
From the blow
Oh, what a landmine
Is keeping us all from the finish
Oh, what a fixed race
Run just to find the beginning
What if it’s just a scrimmage?
Small minded dictators
Have shut down the playing field
Claiming it all for their own
Now our land’s infertile
They’ve scattered the earth with seed
Planting wherever it grows
Oh, what a landmine
Has shattered the image we’re given
Oh, what a cruel game
We seem to hold to religion
What if it’s just a scrimmage?
Oh, what a landmine
Is keeping us all from the finish
Oh, what a cruel game
We seem to hold to religion
Oh, it’s all just a scrimmage
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Skinless
05:13
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I’m in good spirits most of the time
I shut my ugly mouth for my pretty pride
I’m carving out a hole that I'm filling from the inside
I’m feeling every inch of this crippling fear
Alone on my shoulders now that you’re not here
To ease the burden that became my time
But no one’s ever gonna be superman
And we’ve been fools thinking that they can
And they should for you
Swearing that you’re always fuckin’ coming through
Skinless we have shed the disguise
And suddenly we haven't got a reason to rhyme
This time
Spineless we can't even decide
And suddenly we haven't got a wall in sight
To hide behind
I'm running low on significance
I don't know where its all gone and went
Accompanying the best of me to find
I never saw needing anybody else
And fell back thinking I could trust myself
But I believed you each and every lie
But no one’s ever gonna be superman
And we’ve been fools thinking that they can
And they should for you
Swearing that you’re always fuckin’ coming through
No one’s ever handing you the genie's lamp
And nothing’s ever falling fuckin’ in your lap
And these wishes you pursue
Swearing that they’re always fuckin’ coming true
Skinless we have shed the disguise
And suddenly we haven't got a reason to rhyme
This time
Spineless we can't even decide
And suddenly we haven't got a wall in sight
To hide behind
credits
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9. |
Halfwit Banquet
04:32
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I can see when you’ve seen it
‘Cause of my approach
‘Cause it’s sick and it’s bold
And I’m drunk and decided
To go with the flow
Of what I thought I’d know
For the moment
And I haven’t grown
And it shows
Thought I’d open the floodgates
For no other reason
Than to retain
Control for a change
I suppose that I’m owed it
Since racing through the maze
And coming in first
Just to learn it’s all a game
And with every outcome
that ends up the same
I’ll be banging my head
against the wall here deranged
If I can pull out my hair
Why can’t I trade my face?
I’m very rarely open
Except for the times
I forget I’ve decided I’m broken
For a moment I’m joking
I’m home rum and coking
I manage to fly with these
Bricks on my shoulder
I’m terribly honest
Believe me man,
I can fuckin’ leak just like a faucet
If you get me started
Come to my apartment
And let me show you around
The little slice that I’ve been carving
If I’m not too busy starving
And with every skin cell
The prospect of change
Every halfwit banquet
Every something to say
They tear up these walls
The fragments, they fall in place
I keep on trying to make it make sense
Question the quiet and blind to the mess
Leaving me tired, riled and restless
Victim amidst circumstances
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10. |
I Don't Blame The Rats
05:13
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I don’t blame the thoughts that leak from my brain
Nor the words for refusing to join me on the page
If the spirit of the animal could slip from the cage
Why would it ever choose to stay?
I don’t blame my stomach for the aches
Or my hands and fingers when they shake
Or the food that seems to have no taste
And insists that it must take up space
I cannot think a thing it seems
My thoughts won’t be alone with me
And I can’t say I don’t understand it
It’s easier just to abandon
And I cannot do a thing it seems
I’m all talk, my actions won’t head
And I can’t say I don’t understand them
Never bothered to learn to command them
I don’t blame the ceiling when it doesn’t break
I don’t blame the rats who run in the race
I won’t blame the air if I’m to suffocate
I won’t gnaw at the walls if for not to escape
Are the weapons at fault for their part in the war?
Should we dry up the ocean for wrecking the shore?
Should we live in the landfills and never want more?
Get what we get never ask what it’s for
I cannot think a thing it seems
My thoughts won’t be alone with me
And I can’t say I don’t understand them
Well it’s easier just to abandon
And I cannot do a thing it seems
I'm all talk, my actions won’t heed
And I can’t say I don’t understand them
Never bothered to learn to command them
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