1. |
The Hand
01:00
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Hole myself up in a basement
If it means I’m away from you
I don’t have patience for liars
I ain’t in no fucking mood
You can play pretend
You can have your fun
Just give me my corner
I’ll do what must be done
I’m not extending a hand
Take that shit back before I bite
I can’t help you, I can’t help myself
So take a step back till I leave for the night
My colon is growing a garden
From all of the sunshine you blow
Seeds of destruction are budding, I’m burning
My ass is about to explode
Leave me alone, don’t waste my time
You’re no friend, you’re a coworker of mine
I value my seconds, I value my mind
You’re no friend, you’re a coworker of mine
Please just leave me alone
Please just leave me the fuck alone
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2. |
Prisoners of Urges
00:43
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Trapped in this primal mind
Ancient urges, shadows lurking
Forced to march on
Finger’s on the trigger, I just can’t pull it
What’s the bigger threat?
Thoughts or the bullet?
Urges or my mind?
Nature or mankind?
What’s the bigger threat?
Thoughts or the bullet?
Prisoner of my mind
Should I do or die?
Trapped in this primal mind
Ancient urges, shadows lurking
Forced to march on
Finger’s on the trigger, I just can’t pull it
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3. |
Routine / Revelation
01:17
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Dried up beer on my chest
I can’t lie, I’ve been depressed
No artistic way to address
Stuck in routine, it’s all the same to me
Rip the stone out the grave
Fingers bleed, numb the pain
Puff and puff, drink again
Stuck in routine, it’s all the same to me
Another day, stretch and rise
Flip the lights, rub my eyes
God, my brain’s fucking fried
Drank too much, think I cried
Let’s suppress, apply the guise
That I don’t want you to die
No decency
For fellow beings
Lies kick through teeth
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4. |
Unit-01
00:40
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Too sad to read, too sad for fun
Too sad to sleep, too sad to cum
Suck on this cartridge, caress myself numb
I’ll chase the shame with a glass full of rum
Hedgehog’s Dilemma
Beneath quills is love
I just can’t hack it right now
Isolation is tough
Swallow the gummies, I’m zooted and dumb
Angels are lurking, got nowhere to run
I’m so sick of piloting, I hate Unit-01
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5. |
The Chain
01:30
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Big wigs are so quick to say that a business
Is as strong as its weakest link
But who forged the chain?
Who did?
You did
You forged the chain
Someone who won’t have to maintain the strain
Just a brain, no nerves for pain
We are the spine, abused vertebrae
Safe in your skull while we pop out of place
Bulge out of line while we pray for a brace
Who forged the chain? Who did?
You forged the chain, you did
I wanna collapse, to be blatant
Let the head bounce like a ball hitting pavement
Let’s kick the ladder
Let’s watch them fall, powdered wigs red with splatter
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6. |
Torture Dance / THC
01:37
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Wind it up, throw it down
Papers shuffle to the sound
Denial, betrayal, human appraisal
Killed like cattle on your say-so
Strike a pose, fist pump
Can’t play us like chumps
Hypocrite, lazy fuck
Gaslighting prick, you suck
Twist and turn, story shifts
Placement blames, footing slips
Discriminatory piece of shit
You’ve lost your rhythm, time to quit
Vocal percussion on a whole ‘nother level
Coming from my mind
It hurts watching this torturous dance
Your ass got got this time
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Recalling
Digging up bodies
Unrestrained sobbing
Done, undone, redone
Healing
Is this healing?
Revisiting feelings?
Acknowledging what?
What’s eating away at me?
Memories feasting on flesh
Sieve, strain, all holes, no grain,
This weight, this pain, my brain’s now meshed
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