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Hide your disguise
Because there ain’t no way to defy their prying eyes
In the playground of life, a gallow is just a swing mixed with a slide
So, brace yourself
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War, on Drugs
01:17
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The death of annuity, of squandered opportunity
The clusterfuck we knew it'd be
We embrace it's constancy
And constantly, flamboyantly
We await it's dormancy
There's no more time to wait and see
So we concede and wonder why we
Sleep so well still
When we've never even been awake
Content in our unrest
Every day uneasily the same
And so we bend,not under the strain
That it's always been the same
And now we underdo and overthink
So, sleep. count your sheep.
Or the pills you've come to need
Oh, the trappings of society
I still believe in the belief
That we can be all that we need
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Pop like a whitehead
I’m not the sharpest tack in the shed
Always coming, never arriving
But I’m still climbing
There’s mold inside
A spill that never dried
Wrong way graded
I’m antiquated
Ripe for the grazing
Fresh ice for the fire blazing
There’s mold inside
A spill that never dried
There’s mold inside
But we never really tried
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Forever Unclean
00:42
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HodgDog
00:08
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Perplexed in ecstacy
Scrambled and plain to see
Cater to your fears
And live to die for so many more years
Exsanguinate. Send the blood from your head to your cold feet
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Gray's Sports Almanac
01:27
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Meat Mattress
01:41
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Make the boot that's planted on your throat
Be the bootstrap you use to pull you up
Don't tie me down, just tide me for now
There's a place in this faith for those who will always doub
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If there's grace to your aim
Blame will always be the same
Fame claims plain
The flame is why they came
We all soothe in our own ways, but at the end of the day
I put your fires out
And found I only liked you when you were burning
I only like you when you're burning
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Choppin' Broccoli
01:18
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And when the shadows overtake the ground again
Will you hear the darkness
Or the way the sun speaks as it sets?
There will always be time to watch the sand slip through your hands
So for today, let's pretend that we demand the chance to begin again
So, call in the troops, or call it a truce
The sound of hands shaking will prove no use
So raze the buildings and plow the lands
Free the slaves and we'll begin again
Because there's nothing fucking left
It doesn't matter till it does
And then it's all bets are off
When all is said and done
You and me, we don't need a leader
Don't need to be lead to be true to ourselves
And there is nothing else
And we need nothing outside of ourselves
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Dressed to Depress
01:19
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Fuck your industry
Your money means nothing to me
Fuck your sense of pride
Withered and dead on the inside
Fuck your lies
Left in the cold or left for dead
We choose what's best in a sea uncommon
Fuck your sense of pride
You'll never take mine
Eat, work, and sleep
Wake up adrift and trapped in a sea uncommon
Leave ourselves nothing but time to react
Your industry is regressed, now success is excess
You gotta dial it back
Fuck your industry
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Pay Me
01:02
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Animosity, lost pride, turned blind eye.
Drop your reason to advance.
Caught behind your excuse, afraid of something to lose?
Which hat do you wish to wear this time?
Barricaded by bureaucracy, but covered by your old form.
I'll tear this walls down, with my own hands,
So the light is all where you stand
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Lost Boys
00:34
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I liken my faith to a broken hand
No way to point or ability to grab
I float through these days with my sad quixiotic dance
Where windmills breathe fire and I'm the engine that can't
Maybe there's no way back now
And I haven't lost my way yet
Undergrowth overdefined
And I'm not out of things to say yet
I'll take the muck over the swine
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How did it turn against us?
Bit by the hand that bleeds for us
And there's no hope, just disgust
I will find all I need in that
And time's wasting
You're getting wasted with it
All in the name of better days
They're not coming back
This is the blood of pride
This is my body, sanctified
It's pitch black, after the fact
The curtain's closed, now I'm bowing to a laugh track
Make this green screen show what I mean
A brain like a coma dream on amphetamines
Make my base in this conflagration
May this self effaced be my saving grace
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Entropy New York
Patrick, Brian, Brian, Jaclyn, Colin. Hardcore punk for dog people.
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