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Coercion
03:26
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I don't feel the same, something has to change.
You don't look the same, anymore.
I'm tearing up my fingers. I'm crawling through the floor.
I won't feel the same, once I've gone.
I'm gone.
Down down beats my pulse.
Walls now seem awful close.
Down down beats my pulse.
Lights out, dream, overdose.
Fell right of gravity. Fell right into shapes.
Down down beats my pulse.
I don't see your face. I'm skirting around the edge.
I don't think the same, anymore.
I'm tearing up my fingers. I'm crawling through the floor.
I won't feel the same, once I've gone.
I'm gone.
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Beast Mode
04:40
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Fess up and stop all the wishing
another trite and delicious scam.
Steam Spills.
Out from the glowing door.
Green heels.
walk over the threshold.
Chaotic eyes and a clinking of glass.
leg shoots with fear sits you down.
The pack circles.
I saw a man smear writing on his soul
on closer look his face was of a ram.
And as she leant in close. My hair had stood.
Still she danced. Danced into the fire.
He drew blood straight from the bargain.
By he I probably mean "it"
Wait for my instructions by God we trust in nothing.
I could have sworn it was this.
Green heels.
thrown to the gutter.
Steam spills.
right out of the drain.
the pack disperses fleeing from the surface.
the song play play plays.
I saw a man smear writing on his soul
on closer look his face was of a ram.
And as she leant in close. My hair had stood.
Still she danced. Danced into the fire.
I made a pact. Just hidden as a drink.
I made a pact. Salvage what I think.
And as she leant in close. My hair had stood.
Still she danced. Danced into the fire.
I'd eat you up with exception.
I'd plate you up with desire.
You fizzled out with a twinkle.
It guzzled up all your pride.
now there's nothing but promise.
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Ne'er do wells
04:45
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I give you something. You look impressive as you fall.
Pulling on your cuffs.
It really sends a message home.
Yet it's hard to watch.
I take some time to pick you up.
any time you fall for it. you sold your soul.
I see these pretty people starved of something and I wanna help.
They're worn out, sapped of reason, body flaking under their clothes.
They die slow. But I'm gold.
Let's save those pretty people.
It's probably nothing. You see to look the same way back.
Walking to cell to cell. I never got my message home.
And now i'm tossed inside. the system digests everything.
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Holding Court
04:48
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This kinda feels like. Carbonic maceration. The more I speak out. More mental fermentation. Yet no compensation.
I can't' stop now. I've come this far. What would it take. To hush me up.
To make you feel this way too.
My fire's burning. it's burning ever so strong.
What's in your head I shudder to think, care not to know
I'm in my element
talk turns to ash I formed a passage right through the threshold.
There aint no talking me down no.
What's in your head I shudder to think, care not to know
what's not to listen to listen to listen to?
talk turns to ash I formed a passage right through the threshold.
nobody walks out alive.
Scorching embers at the head of the table.
a staunch reminder that you're willing and able.
the more you hear. the more you melt, the more you hold. the more you fell.
What's in your head I shudder to think, care not to know
I'm in my element
talk turns to ash I formed a passage right through the threshold.
There aint no talking me down no.
What's in your head I shudder to think, care not to know
what's not to listen to listen to listen to?
talk turns to ash I formed a passage right through the threshold.
nobody walks out alive.
Come now baby. We're not staying. It's time to start again.
I said too much. Let's not go too far.
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Carbon Dates
05:13
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Had I assumed or walked in the tomb of your mind.
I'd been orbitally inclined.
Presumptuous fear over the cyclical vomit.
Conversations likely won't stomach.
We're wearing plague masks praying to feel the same way.
I can't even hear you now. And I even though I don't know. I'm ok with what you're saying.
I can't even hear myself. I will determine this. I just prefer to get. Right where the vermin sit.
Bet it tastes like home.
Send me back up hold my thoughts. Slip away follow by applause.
Of course. Malingering all the way home.
wrap your arms round. hum that song. I don't think we're gonna press on.
Divorce from my overall sense.
Send me back up hold my thoughts. Hum that song.
Had it ballooned or ran down clouds with your scope.
No catching breath with those gulps.
Pathetic embrace sweat on the palms and no promise.
My swirling thoughts are like comets.
We're wearing plague masks praying to feel the same way.
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