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Branded
04:41
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I could wring his little neck
With one hand and break her with the other
And then- my demons that I hate-
I could then completely smother
They wanted blood, so I gave them a body
But this gets difficult when hands are completely dirty, dirty, dirty…
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel guilty
For using others to pay my filthy
Debts to the black box swingers
That’s got me under his fat fucking finger
Third degree murder is really petty
When my job consists of keeping the bleeding steady
For the machine’s insatiable hunger
Don’t worry- the guilt- it never lingers
They wanted blood, so I gave them a body
But this gets difficult when hands are completely dirty, dirty, dirty…
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel guilty
For using others to pay my filthy
Debts to the black box swingers
That’s got me under his fat fucking finger
I am the machine, the machine is I
I feed till I will die
I am the machine, the machine is I
I’ll feed it till I will die
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Humungus Fungus
04:23
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Sitting upon the fringe of the galaxy
A mental mirage, a syringe fallacy
Mister Brown, why do you frown?
Your scowl scares me, you’re bringing us down
Falling backwards, oh so passively
Like a slow-mo death of a movie heresy
Miss Dowling, you’re quite darlin’
Erratic static turns my brain dischargin’
Wake me up
Remind me that we never really change
Habits that should have died long before
We crossed paths, this feels so strange
You were so strange
Hookers and Napoleons dressed ornately
To discuss the disgust of the sta-hate curtly
The suits, they sing and dance the polka
The people, cry and drown time inside their vodka
Wake me up
Remind me that we never really change
Habits that should have died long before
We crossed paths, this feels so strange
You were so strange
Lead me home, lead me home
Lead me home, lead me home….
Lead me home, lead me home,
Leave me home, lead me home…
Sitting on the edge of my table
We do this when we don’t have cable
A commercial of the slippery slope scenarios
Captured in the sound pumping out of your stereo
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Paranoid American Boy
04:13
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Conspiracies were oxygen
And resentment the heart beat
Bigotry was the foot on my skull
And “taking it lightly” was the kiss of defeat
I will not die upon my knees
Emilio, I stand on my two feet
On this barren earth for which you’ve bled
For my color to never repeat
Slandering was the style
And the debates were a facade
Criminal behaviour was permissible
As the illiterate would applaud
I will not die upon my knees
Emilio, I stand on my two feet
On this barren earth for which you’ve bled
For my color to never repeat
Being “different” was the enemy
And the truth that he sold
Smeared with his American pride
And a price tag made of gold
Their dreams were my nightmares
The answer was their prayers being heard
The goal was supremacy
The outcome was obscured
Take my life, but not my freedom!
The truth is not on the television
It’s being survived on the streets
By some of us who want our freedoms
And so the cycle just repeats
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Ana
03:49
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Drowning
07:20
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I fell, a stone into the pond
I saw, light dissipate to none
I die, of darkness I am fond
I cry, for the failing of the sun
Microscopic souls, gently move along
With the crashing tide, I collect them into none
Millions of lights, but there is no sun rays
This far below the night, darkness preys
Within the deepest trench
Along the farthest earth
Against the strangest beasts
Beyond my death or birth
Against the coldest stone
Under the darkest sky
Beyond the finite void
Beyond the mystery that I-
Microscopic souls, gently move along
With the crashing tide, I collect them into none
Millions of lights, but there is sun rays
This far below the night, darkness preys
Within the deepest trench
Along the farthest earth
Against the strangest beasts
Beyond my death or birth
Against the coldest stone
Under the darkest sky
Beyond the finite void
Beyond the mystery that I...
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The Kaiser
03:56
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All hail the Kaiser
America forged its own Hitler
We only hashtag revolutions
hashed out on this psycho thriller
No one standing screaming fire
But Ghost Ship’s burning is the choir
A single soundtrack execution
“DIY or die” is just the painkiller
Like graffiti but electric
Calling all the neo- skeptics
Do you feel special when rejected?
I can read you like a blackbook throwup spray can epic
This year’s model is last night’s nightmare
We harch into the void face the beat of the warfare
Our brains are generators
Our hearts the desire
Our lungs the agitators
We never tire- we never tire
Propaganda TV dinner
Neutrality's a hair twitch trigger
We’re singing songs of absolution
We've become our only gravediggers
So, we’ll shoot out all the traitors
I won’t stand beneath a dictator
I’ll die for my noise pollution before
Dying for an american terror
Our brains are generators
Our hearts the desire
Our lungs the agitators
We never tire- we never tire
Our brains are generators
Our hearts the desire
All the dogs and hopeless to
Forever be a live wire
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Starry Eyes
03:45
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The Wanderer
02:58
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Pt. I
Clutch a bag of coffee, like clinging to the cuffs
Of the creep crying in the car, the coke is complicating the scuff
The shit that swims through my skull; stupid scenarios of suicide
Simple solutions to substitute the static of my insides
A tad to tactical, tattoos are too terrifying, trailing thoughts are tricking, the trials to be testifying
A tad to tactical, tattoos are too terrifying, trailing thoughts are tricking, the trials to be testifying
Pt. II
This is the part of the story
Where we break the fourth wall
Stop speaking in poetry
Start writing lines in the bathroom stall
This is the part that goes terribly wrong
From up here it’s a really long fall
If I were to speak so honestly
I would reckon that this is my final curtain call
Because I:
Pt. III
Work to die, and I breathe a lie, and I eat a line to fuel my eyes
To attempt to break this vicious tie of teetering survival- and I’m wanting to cry over:
Forgotten deadlines, and bulletless red rye
And swatting off all these fucking cannibal flies
As I stare into the darkest of skies
And I ask the question of my existence, “why?”
Because knowing I tried to break from my jail cell
Is better than breaking or blowing my brains out
And this low keeps me hungry but not for sustaining
This twisted up vision- i’m emotionally insane!
Get me the hell out of this
Spinning wheel death trap
Where I slap and I clap
And I map around this mishap
That lives inside of my pea-brained-piss logic,
Atomic? you call it “disease”, but I title it:
Freedom
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The Ephinjis Denver, Colorado
|| Ivan || Alex || Christian ||
Denver rock n' roll.
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