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untitled intro song
02:54
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Come on and take a look at yourself
Come on let's extract some value
Overworked, underpaid, beaten down renegade
Let the smell of burning surround you
Start again maybe you'll get it right this time
Tighten up, tell yourself you're gonna stay in line
Back up, back up, back up, and go
Run up, kick out, jump in, overthrow
Come on and take a look at yourself
Stealing other's excess value
Sit on your ass and collect the rent
Again and again until we starve to death
Well there goes another victim
Crying out for the things we throw away
But you can't make a quick buck helping out
You can't force yourself to take that hit
Start again maybe you'll get it right his time
Tighten up, tell yourself you're gonna stay outta line
Back up, back up, back up, and go
Run up, kick out, jump in, overthrow
Tell me again
Why this suffering is all for the greater good
Tell me again
About that invisible hand
Tell me again
Why you're so sure you're right this time
You fucking liar
Tell me-
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2. |
image-music-text
02:36
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I killed the author because the lyrics never mattered
And I didn't want to hear another made up reason
I haven't felt like writing melodies in
A thousand years or so
A couple hooks to tear into my skin
And a bridge to get me away from where I started
I haven't felt like writing melodies in
A thousand years or so
I'm just a couple million monkeys
Scraping dictionaries for meaning
Watching letters on a screen turn to gibberish
While I repeat myself endlessly
A random number generator picked these lines
Intelligence assembled them into faulty logic
The internal consistency's fallen out
And my backwards prose has gone to shit
The author died because the lyrics never mattered
And the justification wasn't as satisfying
The font of inspiration has dried up for another
Thousand years or so
A couple licks to get to the center
A drop off a cliff to find my way back to the end
The font of inspiration has dried up for another
Thousand years or so
You can't write a song without swearing in it
You can't set your thoughts to a burning page
You can't add enough variation in the first minute
You can't wait for a mistake to become all the rage
You're always five mintues away from writing a fucking hit
Take a break
You're always a couple hours behind the times
Take a hint
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It's time to ignore all the problems that are in front of you
The absolute disparity and resource inequality
The earth's not flat and you're not fucking special
Your conspiratorial thinking's just an excuse not to care about your fellow man
So pal around with your faschy friends
And get your teeth kicked in when you try to show up at the aftermath tonight
Don't pal around with your fascist friends
And be surprised when we move on and society just leaves you in the dust
it's time to cloak your hateful thinking
In language that can pacify and rhetoric that terrifies
Life's so easy when you scapegoat all your problems
Act like all the queer people are the reason that your life must fucking suck
So pal around with your faschy friends
And get your teeth kicked in when you try to show up at the aftermath tonight
Don't pal around with your fascist friends
And be surprised when we move on and society just leaves you in the dust
It's time to ignore all the problems that are in front of you
The absolute disparity and resource inequality
The earth's not flat and you're not fucking special
It's time to ignore all the problems that are in front of you
The absolute disparity and resource inequality
The earth's not flat and you're not fucking special
So pal around with your faschy friends
And get your teeth kicked in when you try to show up at the aftermath tonight
Don't pal around with your fascist friends
And be surprised when we move on and society just leaves you in the dust
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4. |
high bpm nightmare
02:17
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Concrete grassland, find me drowning
Drinking shade so I don't die
Red leaves burning, bark is curling
Run inside before I-
Look around and ask yourself why you
Find yourself in an empty parking lot sitting
In the dark, listening to music that will never
Understand you, with a driving bass that
Sets you up to replace your heartbeat
And sunlight cuts through me
A jacknife, dissolving
All the things I thought that I could see
And sunlight cuts through me
A piercing knife, dissolving
All the things I thought that I'd never see
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready to
Explode
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready to
Explode
(Sunlight cuts the
Scene into pieces
A jacknife, unfolds
Again)
Concrete grassland, find me drowning
Passed out, stumbling, glowing eyes
Red leaves burning, bark is curling
Swerve, avoid a failing sky
And you tell yourself it's just another couple
Hours, just a few more weeks to get yourself
Something better, and that started three
Fucking years ago
I'm sitting in a bedroom screaming
Hoping that anyone can hear me
That the sound of my voice might help them
Even as the words refuse to comfort
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Nine hours to get me through the night
One to get ready and eight more to work
Three left to eat my food for the day
Three left to relax and do it again
You think it's so easy
You think you can stop this yourself?
Go to sleep and dream about the things that stress me out
There's no escape from anything when you're forced to kill yourself to survive
I'm drowning on stages again and again,
And it's the same fucking dream
I'm trapped in a nightmare that's poisoning me
I'm drowning and turning my bones into dust
One small piece at a time
The money's never worth it but I try
Don't worry about the details
You can't stop yourself from asking why
Why you let yourself put up with this
Why don't you walk out and quit
Work or starve
Feed yourself with paper to work even more
Work or lose your house
Spend your entire check on rent to work again tomorrow
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6. |
a cab
02:27
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My brain's a Molotov cocktail of chemicals
I want to detonate myself and burn down
This growing police state we live in
The only direct action I'd get is shot
You can't reform a corrupt system
You can't fix what's working as intended
You can't stop what it's designed to do
You need to throw it away and start from scratch
Wasting billions of dollars to kill other countries
While we police ourselves to death
For a greater good that's never coming
You can't reform a corrupt system
You can't fix what's working as intended
You can't stop what it's designed to do
You need to throw it away and start from scratch
The best you can offer me is no change at all
Tell me that my ideals are a pointless dream
I don't need your permission to build a better world
I don't need you to stop this fucking mess
A few bad apples spoils the goddamn bunch
Finish your fucking sentence when you put forward your bullshit justifications for violence
That stupid idiom you push doesn't even support your defenseless position
Build me up out of straw and burn me down
I just can't bring myself to care what you say
A few bad apples spoils the goddamn bunch
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7. |
kick rocks
02:05
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Chain myself to boulder
And let the seabirds feast on my organs until they grow back
But it's okay 'cause I'm making the minimum wage
I don't need you to catch the poison
Dripping into my eyes every day
Because I've got a right to organize and get fired for it
People over profit til the bottom line gets hit
Then it's starvation wages at the bottom of a pit
Growth over comfort so you can stuff your mouth with paper
And this bloated shambling corpse
Gets bigger with each empty statement
A cancerous mess boiling over into dust
They don't think we can cooperate
They don't think we deserve any better
They don't think we're worth more than this
They don't think we can make any difference
But they're nothing without the people they exploit
Authenticity is more important than image
'Til I let it slip that I'm outside your little system
Then it's time to plaster over the cracks in my identity
Staple on some pronouns 'til the customer's alright
A ship of Theseus for a list of employees
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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8. |
lightning
02:15
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Slept through a thunderstorm in my head again
While my heart is on fire and my legs full of needles
The soft glow of fireflies
Can sing me back to sleep again
Slept through a thunderstorm in my head again
While my heart is on fire and my legs full of needles
The screaming of cicadas is more
Peaceful tonight
Lets waltz in a time signature that makes no sense
Lets dance to a song you made up yesterday
Let the dog sing along til it deafens us all
Let the sky open up and drown us
I can't count to four anymore
And it doesn't make sense and it never even did
But if the feelings didn't matter I'd put a match to paper
And burn down the house with my belongings inside
Lets waltz in a time signature that makes no sense
Lets dance to a song you made up yesterday
Let the dog sing along til it deafens us all
Let the sky open up and drown us
I can't count to four anymore
And it doesn't make sense and it never even did
But if the feelings didn't matter I'd put a match to paper
And burn down the house with my belongings inside
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9. |
unintelligible
03:55
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Flickering screen started screaming at me
And the cables and wires jacked into my veins
The ones and zeroes told me who I was
Somebody else for a moment
A computer chanting binary meets me in the morning
It thanks me for my customer service and smile
Then it kicks in my teeth because I stood out too much
And breaks them down into fuel for a while
I couldn't speak because my mouth was full of blood
And the bile rising up was kept down with great force
So I'm left shaking and smiling and nodding along
While I'm replaced by someone who threatens you less
Wake me up with the laser life
Strangle me with cables 'til the sun forgets to die
Let a sapphire sky watch me burn to dust
From the ashes take a phoenix to murder self disgust
A difference in opinion, now I cease to exist
A thousand years erased because it's inconvenient
I'm a perfect citizen as long as I don't ask too much
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10. |
bone collector
02:58
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Roll around in the dirt
Dig too deep, til you're hurt
Splash around in the mud
Find some bones on the run
You can sleep when you're dead
When they bash in your head
For stealing garbage
From the mouths of vermin
Gnaw on sinew
Chase yourself in circles again
Collapse on the floor
Pass out til woken by gods
Open up a new door
Run til limbs can't no more
Break into a sprint
When you catch a new scent
Force yourself not to sleep
Lest those fires beneath
Catch up to your
Rampage
Gnaw on sinew
Gnash your teeth in protest again
Collapse on the floor
Pass out til woken by gods that can do you no harm
Sharp teeth, dashing smile
Glassy eyes, and a piercing stare
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alien machine Fort Worth, Texas
A solo artist pretending to be a 3 to 5 piece garage punk outfit. I write what I would want to listen to.
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