1. |
Pride
02:05
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i hold my head high
bought my pride from some guy
who stole his bride a french fry
she freaks out and beats him
she tucks him in and eats him
and stole his pride with french fries
hey look man
i gotta go and
so i take off running like i
am hardly breathing
to always over eating
365 a french fry
i hope i don't
try to be some lovely bastard
all talked off down the asshole
hey look man
i gotta go and
so i take off running like i
know that i'm
over glowing
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2. |
Still Life
02:57
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step inside the elevator
have no time to press your button
you just stand there moving up and down
while i am staying still
they look out and see a sea
of people trapped in their own leather
hungry for a piece of the pie
but some dude ate all of the pie
he stepped inside and he would go
to places he knows he should go
when you're kind of mad and halfway fine
but mostly just pacified
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3. |
Staring At Itself
01:55
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my eyes roll back in their skull
and look around
they send the picture back into my brain
my brain now stares at itself
and starts asking questions
that mutter out the mouth and through my ears
my ears hear what they want to
head down dead between them
to be another waste of time
i got lost through all that hell
if i don't breathe or capture
or be another waste of time
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4. |
Slow Burn
03:12
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without an illusion
i go on believing
and then the other day i
put my head back where i found it
i won't need it anymore
i'm waiting for something
to crawl out from nothing
so i light a candle
and i make myself welcome
by offering my body
to whatever kills me
and without hesitating
i eat my own heart out
and i call it off
leaving knowing nothing
and then the other day i
put my head back where i found it
i won't need it anymore
i'm waiting for something
to crawl out from nothing
so i light a candle
and i make myself welcome
by offering my body
to whatever kills me
and without hesitating
i eat my own heart out
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5. |
Heaven
02:14
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although they writhe
in the heart of hell i'm
indoctrinated by it every single time
to not return
to nothing
to see how high
over my heart
through to my head
breathing words of purposelessness
that i would ever try
to keep my will
my ears are gouged out
and eyes are crossed out
i tried to make it work
but only made it worse
to not return
to nothing
to see how high
over my heart
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