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To the penning thieves
With your loaded sleeves
No one hears a sound.
To the kleptophiles
Uninspired, in denial:
We're gonna put you in the ground.
We watch the worms make faces
Twitching mouths and eyes evasive.
Choke the host, and read their pages
Still take the brain to cover all the bases.
Be their mouth now, without sanction,
Stalk their talk, and bleed their patience.
Leave nothing.
All you've ever seen
Was just a branch new from a tree
The deepest roots we've ever found.
And when you touch the dial
And send a current through the wires,
You're hearing every sound.
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2. |
Swallowed Whole
01:54
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It towers
With it's sharp teeth
It's sour
That's all we need
In our last iota of life
We fight
But god skimped us on armatures
As we repose into the light
Out of sight
This must be where we get happy
I surface
Shouting at the sea
No one listens
That's all I need
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Pizza for Alex
03:09
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Late night fix
Pizza for Alex
Slobbering bliss
Pizza for Alex
His heart skips
Pizza for Alex
Touches his tip
Pizza for Alex
In a world of tits there's only
Pizza for Alex
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4. |
Goathead
02:44
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All of my friends have gone
All of my friends moved on
And in the end we'll emerge
Forever faithful and boisterous
Meet by the dwarf, just past the spiral
Flowing and glowing, sway infantile
Go for the gold, sowing oats wild
New from the old, the compounds compile
Spin dizziness
Spun kids secrets
If all this shit can exist again
Why should I fear anything?
Round and round we'll thrust
All of my friends are dust
And in the end we've emerged
Forever faithful and boisterous
Coiling we wind
Grandly design
Chaos refined
And contained
Meteor swashed
Speeding across
The spectral line in space
Define your place
Your mind illuminates
All time is waste
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Saccharine
03:34
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"To the island", we said. The best laid plans of mice and men.
Bobbing in the water, hugging god's border,
With eyes to the sky we relax for a while, and smile.
Look up and see a mile become miles.
Fight or flight. Fight or flight.
Boiling right beneath blatant blight
I sigh, "They're falling behind"
In the back of my mind spawns the fact we might die.
Then the paralyzing panic perspires
Through osmosis I can tell they too know this now, direly.
With saturated arms, cooked to the tooth
While I'm treading with lead legs, I resign to the truth.
Now the papers are all flying and I'm writing the headlines
And inquiring "When will they find us?"
I keep swallowing this dead grimy water
Please father, won't you help me dear mother?
I'm wallowing weary while gulping another shot.
And everyone I know is another rock in my pocket
Charged opposite of the bottom of this godforsaken muck pit.
'Til I give in to that breath, that breath to accept death,
And I'm fine as I close my eyes, peace arrives,
But my head collides with the other side.
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The Testy African
02:19
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Swallowing sand
And cantankerous friends
It's time to go
Papyrus boat
White women in coats
I'll say goodbye
With blade from my sheath
And philander the lot
Sparing polyglot
Tomorrow we will be out
Out for weeks
My dreams were too high
I fussed and I bit
Covered in sick
My life isn't worth it
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7. |
Grey Planet
03:00
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There's no hope for them, no
There's no hope for them.
We'll emaciate this place
And charge them twice the rent.
But darling keep your head.
Let's all just try and keep our heads.
Our goose down lives won't span the night
They come to sever them.
An apple and a rib
An apple and a rib
We took that game of disobeying
and fuckin ran with it.
We'll hack up the children's feet
We will hack up the children's feet.
Amassing cutsies on their tootsie-wooties
Walking down that plastic beach.
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Joyful Sound
02:39
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While we are all wild and able
Let's banish the weak and the shameful
It's festering their minds
Lethargy ends with zeal or knifing
Apocryphal tricks and vocations
Blindly conforming to traditions
Which poured into their skulls
By charming words so prehensile
While we are all wild and able
Let's mangle and dangle the little ones
Purge them under blood
Hypoxia lures a feeble lung
As we all plop with idleness
Dozers will render them ductile
Now buried under ground
Happiness cheers a joyful sound
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9. |
Deep Sea Massacre
04:26
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Blonde streaks and bird beaks
Blue skies and fairer seas
Papaya and scurvy
She who talks frank walks the plank.
Tumbling and quelled
Like a wish fell in a well
She yells.
Black brackish backwash
She acclimates effortlessly
As diffraction backs off
Her acluophobia fades.
Bones soaked she chokes salt
Skin disrobes and floats up ghostly
Fresh scales glow like cobalt
The Oceanaut Mafia
Tears the scales off of her
The deepest sea massacre.
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