1. |
Open Letter
01:00
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Does my hollow shell confuse you?
Well, I'm sorry, but get used to the fact that I'm not here anymore
You give more than you take, but don't fall into my grave
I'll come back as a monkey or a whore
We choke on our own hubris and we die
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2. |
Soda Brain
03:42
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You told me dreaming, seeing, oh but you can't be sure
Force-fed a leaf, just strap him to the electric chair
"Full speed ahead" you said unto the privileged few
The way you move so soon - I too could feel the air
So much - no longer
So much - my soda, soda, soda brain
Big-bodied demon breathing through my heart and soul
Collapse atop the sequence, tune those fatal fears
My buddy warned me, "for these jungles so divine"
His tone indeed suggested I too wasn't here
So much - no longer
So much - my soda, soda, soda brain
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3. |
Stop
04:12
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It's like
I don't know
I want this to stop, please
For a moment there I actually felt something
(I started sinking, I don't mind if I'm not floating)
Something real
Or sort of
She was in the room with me
And all faith - I'll scratch that
I love this side of the bed, though
All I want must stop - now watch it come undone
When I know it's gone - I'll tear apart the sun
I was so young - I felt smothered by their guns
It hurts so much
Some days
Don't wait
Does this crime concern me?
For a moment there, there might've been something
Something rushed
Maybe mistaken
Watch as she crawls into my brain
Only hope can set me free
All I want must stop - now watch it come undone
When I know it's gone - I'll tear apart the sun
I was so young - I felt smothered by their guns
It hurts so much
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4. |
3 Months Time
03:24
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You walked in and I fell down
3 months since then, can't find my crown
But I'm trying... oh, I'm trying...
Can't explain it, can't retain it
Captain senses visions' fading
But oh well
It's no secret, but I doubt you had a clue
I'll be fine - in about 3 months time
Boat starts shaking
Prep my gave and tell the men I'll see them later
"Won't die here... I won't die here"
Now I'm walking, now we're talking
This one's for the ghost I brought in
But oh well
She don't see it - can't seem to get it through
I'll be fine - in about 3 months time
Can't escape it - I really wish I knew
I'd be fine in about 3 months time
I'd be fine in about 6 months time
No, I'll be fine in about 3 months time
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5. |
%
03:36
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Someone's tryin' to pull me out
Just hear me out - you wear me out
It's so cold down here
I don't love this life
Oh, stop crying
"A man of worth" - or at least I've heard
The taciturn need not fear
I'm not alive
5% is all but spent
And what I said I never meant
So please don't leave, it hurts to breathe
Born to stagger, to trudge and burn
And all I've learnt is no concern
Just leave me be, and throw out those keys
Bound & bottled, and fed to breed
With no relief
No more complete
Question not, the best are not free
5% is all but spent
And what I said I never meant
So please don't leave, it hurts to breathe
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6. |
Swerve!
03:27
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Somebody's watching - somebody's watching over me
And all it takes, it takes, it takes too much out of me
I have a good, good, good, good mind to twist the mould and decay
One of these days I mightn't wanna stay
"Hey son, you'll like this..."
"Hey son, you'll die here..."
I've heard your words - I've heard your words, I've heard your name
I've heard it takes, it takes, it takes some time to heal those pains
I'd love to shapeshift shade the sun, it's staring right at me
One of these days I'll give it all away
"I mustn't be alright"
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7. |
This Club Sucks
04:04
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[Who said what to whom and ya...
Ya think I give a fuck? Oh man, this club sucks]
I just drank my credit card
The barman says "it won't get ya far"
But I'll be damned if leather boots & birthday suits will reach the stars
Suffer for your sanity
This dancefloor lacks activity
They talk and talk but who get's laid
I'll cash in now before bets are made
[Who said what to whom and ya...
Ya think I give a fuck? Oh man, this club sucks]
[Who's your daddy?]
Danny's sacred, precious hell was all succinct and wasted well
I'm on the train, I'm still in pain
It's 1am, you're in my way
Time and time and time again
I'll feel the rush, the blaze, but then
You end up back in 'misery'
A place where shots and drinks aren't cheap
This girl's a Virgo, you can see it in her eyes,
The way she cries about her ex, "he was the best",
Nearly beat her to death
This boy's a fighter, you can see it in his stance,
And his glance, as I dance, with his ex: his last chance
Who said what to whom and ya...
Ya think I give a fuck? Oh man, this club sucks
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8. |
I Cannot Sleep
04:21
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Foul play
I never spread myself too thin
All day
Watchin' re-runs in the sink
Softly
She's about to hit the scene
Softly
Boy, tonight we shall not sleep
I cannot sleep
I will not sleep
I cannot sleep
Such a beautiful moment, such a beautiful scene
The sounds, the medicine - it only works for me
Let's discuss equations
How long 'till I hit that wall?
"Hello my baby, hello my honey..."
Hello my ragtime gal
You're my ragtime girl
I'm so fucking happy to be hear
So, so fucking happy
Boy, tonight we shall not sleep
I cannot sleep
I will not sleep
I cannot sleep
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9. |
Man Of Nothing
04:01
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Coming down
Coming down
Man of nothing can't, so fuck it
Man of nothing, out on the bay
I can't stop slipping, no I can't sit straight
And all these pictures hang without their frames
I've watched the tapes, I'll take 'em to my grave
How would you feel and just what would you say?
Something's wrong
Something's wrong
By the streetlight
No one in sight
By the streetlight, slowly I die
I can't stop slipping, no I can't sit straight
And all these pictures hang without their frames
I've watched the tapes, I'll take 'em to my grave
How would you feel and just what would you say?
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