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Bad plans for now, couldn’t fall from a mere stalled pisser
Or secure position, I’m not remiss to contain padded weight
Don’t want known beauty permeate an untouched finished work
Unlock the spirals, oh the spirals, fuck, we’re headed for dirt
Can’t look away from the big horns
They’re looking out for dust
Swept away, swept away, swept away
It’s been too long
I’ve had a battered third life
Just give me a second for a thirst
My quest for no regret, won’t work until I forget
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Oh steward self-contained will fortune rain on kindly?
If there’s a bullet doubt I might not pray too blindly
Please, don’t beware, please, don’t beware of here I’ve heard
Oh steward I think I’m hurt and if it’s out they’ll find me
Oh, It will get worse
Could it be the first time
Don’t think I’ve been prepared to be punctured for too long
Why do they think I do, why do they think I do?
It’s not a feeling that I feel for long, it’s not a feeling that I’ve felt for (so) long
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Herded
02:06
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Atticus hears, what addicts we are, gonna set on fire
And ring all the bells, catching scarecrows yelling oh oh
All of us knew that a spell was on but proving it now wouldn’t put a stop
To calling up claims, smoothing it out when we’re oh oh
Annex our ears, annex our years, cave to our peers, shame ain’t enough
Stepping so sweet, Atticus keeps those barrels finite
As if I might trust, measure so exact to oh oh oh oh
Measures so exact that they got us pegged, measure so exact that we’ve never felt
Never felt twice, when I once belonged to a furtive mind
I’ve been outnumbered, herded
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It’s not your fear that’s keeping you here, concealed
I’ve got a stake, it’s breathless intake, I’m right, all along
Cut at the seam, you like what you hear but it’s gone, oh
Relate to the stare, it’s worse when you care, it’s still here
Acting like you can’t own up, it’s not that you gotta act tough
All seems later, give me the floor, why don’t you want more?
All things fashioned out of the stream, you know they got mean
Scratching at won’t deliver, arcane preserved but no longer free
Too far away form the skids who comforted me but no longer dream
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Precious Pitfalls
01:29
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Pitfalls you’re my precious, been gone so I couldn’t tell
Whether we’re contentious, I beg to be pleasant still
Afar a small goal line, I bet we have not done well
Could you cloud my atlas, be better off unfulfilled
Freeze up when your time comes
Curtail all the cotton, you know it’s so comfortable
No time to begotten, a fate we had once withheld
Be stressed I will refuse rest, what’s left is what I can’t take with
Coral what’s left free time, you’ll wish your poor mind’s endured
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Forgotten Ideals
01:54
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Grasp at forgotten ideals
Can’t help but know they’ll never turn out real
Running through barren fields
Can’t wait until we raise our heads out
No more star pretense straight ahead
Balanced with a latent cask of romance
No shades of hollow remorse
About conditions that we all take part in
Ch:
Can’t scratch at, won’t turn a rare commitment
You’ll pay into false promise and second guessing
Keep falling for a second kind of light but won’t testify, won’t rectify
Don’t bother to keep in sight what’s surely been a repeated message
I will never forgive birthright
Cold-hearted, some will pick all fights
To qualify, to qualify
I can’t say it’s been a prayer
Standing edge of plank we’ll kiss instead
You’re only moving the way you know how
You’re only moving ahead
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7. |
Callow Hassle Crimes
02:45
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It’s comfort singes, resonating all dull pain
Expect escape attempts roughly a hand a year
Fresh out in gardens, purely rolling out exhaust
Far fetching marbles stead my eyes caught on the silk
Pre-CH:
Stop gaps fitting all aligned
Crust scrap dusting joint accounts
It’s not lack of resolve, stinging dour crop amounts
Creased publics still abound, for might
CH:
Unfastened callow hassle crime
Cast shallow molecules infused
All updates crammed in wider pools
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Fake your place in this culture,
pay it straight when the stoning comes
make it seem like you put some though
it’s not always serene when the next day comes
let’s complicate from a simpler state
don’t wanna face up when you’ve been playing up
laying the grounds to desecrate
forestall your conclusions to carry some weight
CH:
It’s not a debate worth having
I’m not even keeping track
It’s not a debate you’re having
No subtle defense for hiding from what’s at stake
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Cursing in Muffles
01:24
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We’ve been set up, I could stand to bother why
All shots not stung, you’re jealous laugh is all I find
Your scared, all scars, set in, fall asleep
You’ll learn, cheat death, situate, I’ve heard
Death’s door, too bad, tough love, his second best, what you deserve
Your device
Find you cursing in muffles
I’m picking up why
It’s not that we’ve discovered
A fascination with shy
free time, you’ll wish your poor mind’s endured
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Cast of Patterns
02:06
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This cast of patterns, we’re all unflattered, projects set too small
I wouldn’t gather at no place grander, with no casting and no call
Please afford the most ignored quips only used to stall
It will be pleasing, are you done keeping, displays oh so neat
Foretold many, can’t hold steady
Flights of no consequence only temper your bouts
Spit and spite only corrode the breath that you have left
Unrepentant nonsense leads to unpayable debt
Principles we’ve coasted on, are you serious yet
Sincere provocateur all hope rests on continuum
Blast delays, there is no serenity where you come from
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Forced Contests
02:18
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Wind up no common values move you
Staring down the hidden glimpses can’t sooth
I’ve felt no different from far below
I’ve suspect displacement of memorium
CH1:
Forced contests, we’ve adored you
Battered cat scrapes all succumb to
Wish to postulate, all anew
Squeamish, you call this night through
CH2
I’ve been kind, of paid mind
Can’t explain away the pain I left you
If you’re shaking, it’s not strange
Feeling ruined, still won’t replace you
Washed walls, can’t wait to leave them ashen
No cashed calls, count on me to breathe it all in
coda:
I’ve been no better payer of mind
If you let us forget, is it worth all the time
I’ve been no better payer of mind
If you can fake it concrete, I might just relate
Not sure if it hurts, it’s worth to hold X2
No past can’t straighten this sight
No past can sail (through) the uprights
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Digging Ditch
02:23
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I remember when the feeling rushed
All fates slowly come ahead
All plans aside, subscribe to never ending dread
Can’t speak up when, I’m heading for the glass
Brain clouds amass, it’s all half past, no reverse now
Feel ashamed, no souls are pitying
You’ve entertained, but no engagement could pull you through
I fell out, ignored all calls and now there’s no requisite that’s left to regret
Sticking to a mindset that’s only digging ditch
Style over style it’s all over too quick
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Curtains Surround
01:47
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Curtains surround, the cracks have us going down
It’s not quite a pawn I’ve noticed but flailing, floundering
Swiftly our graces retreat, call off all beliefs
Constricting the flows we can’t see, I bet we’re gonna seethe
I wouldn’t fare too long, it’s just falling ain’t far enough for us
Calling on me ain’t hard, partly trying is not gonna make you budge
I don’t feel no rush, when it’s practical but oh so dull
All these good deeds can’t flatter me now
I won’t be here when you’re making up for lost time
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Collosal Lies Run Dry
02:03
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I’ve found some whiskers on eyes
Can’t get a break from keeping clean
I found a cheek that was kind
We’ll enable all breaches seen
Forget about what was true
Didn’t you know it can’t get through you
Fill in at will and be fine
Surpassing the crass and crutching cast
Your past has bigger exports,
I’ve been aware of few more
Colossal lies adrift to run dry
Ch:
Fine figures, your girl called, I won’t return once it’s been said
Allowing another stall
I’ll find regress to dwell instead
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Grown Up World
01:40
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Put past us, we won’t move faster
I’ll hold my breath, no interfere
Fold fast as if one with less to offer
Cold cast will not supplant your fears
CH:
Unseat the worthless, I’m giving up none of (you)
Switch out the curtains, they’ll be showing up with no one tonight
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Care Free
02:09
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Fix all pretty laws for me X2
Partake in phony trades over
Won’t be long until nothing is pretty
Force your failing hate on me X2
Leave all that’s at stake and come forth
Contagious, I will stand care free
We’ll quit giving shit, when you do X2
When you feel like giving in, please do
I’ve felt borrowed on a long time
Currents’ fast it can’t all be kind
Quit the suit, thought it was cute
I’ll be never trapped or removed,
Quit the suit, thought it was cute
Forgetting, fleeting, so minute
CH:
Speaking of gold stars on display
Failing now remain in decay
What was then a short term relay
Failing now, remain in a mainstay
B:
We’ll never move on,
breaking backs still nothing done
It’s not hard to make sense now
It’s still a trick that we’re all falling for
Care Free
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Brute Fuel
01:42
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Can’t quite be just brute fuel
To force, to force the rest of us
I could tell of hidden games if I were cruel
Hesitation’s got no thrill
Falling back on no one
Foresee no benefits in
Forestalled conclusions
Lots in a cash in, lots in, I’m all fins
Cursing fates with no win,
All accounts frozen
Push out a regular cart
Start handing over my parts, and that’s not the worse of it
I can’t imbue false starts
And that’s what makes this art true
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Defend No Figures
02:42
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If every line’s a beginning to describe a terrible fall
Then stall and get a handle because we’re not getting through at all
Believe a cliché sometimes, you may appreciate some distance
From fretting head to pavement, It’s not a flattering constant
CH:
No meddling cause there is little you’re willing to understand
Pretend that you’re all digging when there’s nothing new that’s not at hand
I’ve discovered with all credit to you
Abandon dwelling, if you can stand
Defend no figures, based on crisis, twisted demands
If I’m about to get there, turn off all uselessness
It’s not a battle I can win if daring fronts we’ll all regret
I’ll be a suspect cause I’ve never learned, forsake your past steps
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Sweat Sheets
01:36
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Forgotten what’s not allowed
I’ve gotten so stale I can’t be sure
It’s not our fault that they surround
Dull states we’ve slept and we’ll be beat
Quick success, all turns abound
Got in deep, quicksand, no chance to be undone
Sweat sheets, all drapes are down
No sleep, screens ahead, to an end that’s inevitable
CH:
It’s not concrete, we’ve still got to keep
A bit sense of hanging on
Concede to all consequence
Six guns along, all stall to giving in
Done with being strung along
Tie-up, beak out and come be strong
Crowd out prosperity
Walls abridged, not confided, iron bound
Face up, tear down foretold
Fits right to swallow where we begin
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Shot Down
02:18
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It’s not quite shot down, but we better stiff up
Faced with bracing the seal, you know we’re past living up (you know we’re passing it up)
Steal commiseration, oh, was never part of the deal
Stealing your fate is, my god’s only proof
Our yesteryears won’t come back, are faulty, they can’t be
Fixed or for real, I’ve not been here, but now who could be
We’ll quiet down, they I’ll be alone
I’ve fired off, some ghastly torn phrases
If you think yourself, an individual
I’m not quite myself, life strung maybes
Favor fake flavor
My place is still, meant to be still, please kill what’s meant to be still
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For some crisis I can understand
It’s not a beckon that needs to be filled
If they had put in as much as you
It would still need to be approved
That’s all wake call, I can’t wait to be called
Falling exact as proved
30 fits I’ve begun, it’s just I haven’t yet
falling exact as proved
matters of trite contest turn to tumult
I couldn’t read up if it called for that
I’m sure a witness would forget too
If a breakdown would keep the force of it
The rich are prone to protest too
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Migraine Complete
02:09
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Focus now is over my head
Discouragement where fates rest
I’m allowed but chosen not
Skidding towards all bets off
Stuck like concrete
Got broken arms
Icy spiral, migraine complete
We’ve gotten by
I can’t take over this town
I won’t turn over
Face forward, not about to turn around
The people I trust, I know I’ll let them down
Can’t tell the people I trust, I know I’ll let them down
I can’t stand to cover
What I can’t even hide from myself
In time discovered
When a blank stare could’ve mattered
Fits right to swallow where we begin
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23. |
Grown Up World
03:10
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It’s gotten about as doubtful as it could be
Still grasping onto leaves of barren trees
It’s easier to brace the slow decline
Than a hard won fall
Been holding on as if it’s not as bad
Still tricking the sharp mind I never had
But still we’re pulling for lost artifacts
That we know not to be found
CH:
Can I force a change of plan
Even with some help, I couldn’t get myself
This pattern overacted
I will tempt myself with decaying satisfaction
I’ve figured that it’s all in a grown up world
I’ll get it when the times right understood
Auto set back when you can’t ignore, not meant to be secure
So settled on the sideline, no gears strain
All imagination’s been contained
But I swear don’t know where those spots came from
It couldn’t have been undone
Bridge:
Quit falling for the case of almost won
Been standing in place you know and chatting only with dumb ones
Fully functioning, actually competing
I could’ve stood there endlessly, but I was the rug
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