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Lumsden & Kings
03:02
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Clean is now unclean & we’re all running from the thoughts in our heads. He laid you across his table then filled the glue between your joints. We were all brought here but not all of us decided to bend. Are we unworthy? I wouldn’t say so & what we say goes. Your hole is my mountain & this endless patronizing is getting so old. There’s so much to say but the taste of the anchor has just become too great. Pulling my tongue back down my throat. Although my teeth are sharp, why fill the void of the ungrateful. Our stomachs are empty but our pockets are full. Maybe in every church, there’s a bullet waiting to hit us & in every back alley, there’s a pair of open arms. But I’m more worried about how empty our heads remain. I guess right & wrong are all the same if you can learn to live with the shame. But don't misunderstand, I only stand for celebration. I only stand for freedom. I spent my childhood looking in the bathroom mirror & all I saw for the longest time was the space behind me. But I’m finally here, confidence has finally arrived. We opened the door. Stuck the cannon through the slim crack. Lit the fuse & sent iron down your small town. We're pounding on the door, I know you're inside. You'll hear me this time, I've called the rats from the floor. Rock bottom has parked itself in the living room of your selfish head. Failure is simple is all about how you begin. It's good to see those eyes. Open & blue. I wrote this song for you. Undone days can now be remade. Undone days can now be remade.
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KSA
02:50
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I can see that this has been under your control, & I can tell that you have been hindered by your role. There's more to success than the flow of cash. & if you become life's rat king, what comes next? Well I know the answer. The plug is pulled, the sewers run dry, & the king sleeps alone. More to us than the view of a desk, than the flow of cash. More to life than growing up & fitting in. Set the example, draw the line in the sand. The difference between a life worth living & a life merely exisiting. This is a combination of what is sacred. Piece these things together & protect what is simple. Collect the things that fill, collect the things that thrill. This generation is not hopeless. For fortune or fame, tell me why you would walk away, turn away from the truth I've revealed. There has to be more. More to life than this place, these things. I will not let this go.
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Backwash
02:52
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What’s another boulder on my back? Chain around my neck? You set the standard, the weight of the world. God made failure a trend. Oh, precious is the flow that makes me white as snow or maybe I’m too far out. Winter winds make the plot spin. To all 7 billion, let em’ go, let em’ run from you. Every step we take is a new stage. I’m cutting down all the trees & you think your flag makes you free. I put the rope on humanity's tooth & slammed the door. Build yourselves up. Stand on the graves of your fathers. Construct companies that stand for nothing. The kids are filling bars & adults are filling early graves. What you want, you'll never have & you think your flag makes you free. Pick up the pieces, tomorrow will give us a sky without a sun. But remember, you’re sleeping on the floor tonight. Businessmen or marauders. Lawyers or parasites.
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Disco Sucks
03:35
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All the good dogs are dead, all the easy days are done. We make monsters to destroy monsters. To end war, we start war. To end rape, we break the beds. The president, unworthy precedence. You make no fucking sense. Where would history be if God never gave the ocean a current? What would time mean if the sun never pealed back the dark? If you ask me, no such thing as the victorious dead. But who knows, maybe everything’s fine. Maybe everything's alright. Maybe the human race is just a bunch of whiny kids. These words claim success. You won’t be getting the grave to yourself. Don't be so god damn selfish. fraud. flawed. You are fraud. You are flawed. Sun, please breathe. Morning light, please let this be. You’ve lived your whole life with the clock as your boss. You're better than this. You're above this. The unfaithful are laying next to the sick. I’m faithful but sick. They’ve got me laying next to these fuck-ups. Puke stains on the floor, dust that cowers in my lungs. I don’t want to die here. I can’t die here. These kind of people aren’t searching for your demand. These days are coming undone. Will I sleep when I’m dead? Tell me why my life is a combination of busted lips. Do I have it all wrong, have I always had it all wrong? Where would history be if God never gave the ocean a current? What would time mean if the sun never pealed back the dark?
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