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Pixel Sunray
01:26
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High Wasted
01:56
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The silt has settled in the driveway
High waisted jeans and she’s drenched in the 90’s
I might be dumb, but I know how to love
Can you imagine always fearing?
Quietly hoping that nothing will change
I might be dull, but I know right from wrong
The death of our ideals
A psychic humming growing louder
Swayze dancing “via con dios”
None of us will make it out alive
They cannot make this go away
Sometimes the nightmares must be smited with fury
I might be done, but I’ll never lose hope
And when the current’s finally shift
The isolation might just make you feel sick
I might be vapid, but I’ll never let you down
Rebirth of our ideals
A Psychic humming growing louder
Swayze dancing “via con dios”
None of us will make it out alive
All hail the great cornholio
He needs TP for his bunghole
Swayze dancing “via con dios”
None of us will make it out alive
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3. |
Ope!
03:43
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You cast out all your thoughts in an addled down display
Ope (shaking my body awake)
The distractions keep us numb in an insoucianted way
Ope (shaking my body awake)
Expectation disappoints in a milquetoast store cosplay
Ope (shaking my body awake)
The exposure left you raw
Such a sensitive soul
Have you been distant your whole life?
I will listen if you talk
Water
In the basement
Bunch of bullshit
Stupid house
And the last one over here gets a face full of fuzz
Ope (shaking my body awake)
And he creeps on you hard like a spider above your bed
NOPE! (shaking my body awake)
But the pageantry peels all the purity away
Ope (shaking my body awake)
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4. |
Tick Dolly
03:19
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I refuse to just roll over
Death stared you down and you survived
I don’t wanna pay attention
Tick dolly rowing through this life
I’ve gained hypnotic hypertension
The goddess bleeds yolk out of her eyes
Please initial interstitial
Well how does it feel to know you’ve failed
Walk
Demure
And waltz
Apoplexy on the astral plane
The comet’s veiled in red
The goddess feeding on her war machines
Her fingers tear at your flesh
All you’ve loved you’ve lost to moldy juncture
To siphon meat off the bone
The goddess caved into human desire
So pick her up off the floor
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5. |
Existential Turtle
02:13
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For 20,000 dollars
You can take me home
Leave me in the closet and let me mold
But I am not unconscious
And I will sit and think
With creepy grin
In sequined vests
And 80’s on my legs
Deny me
Without a kiss
An overwhelming ache
Console me
Pain
Existence great…
Pain
You’ll feel your age
If none of this is real
Amorally between
And death is on a spectrum
Waveform collapse
An existential turtle
Whose skin is slumping off
That creepy grin
In sparkly vests
And 80’s on my legs
Control me
Without a friend
An overwhelming ache
Console me
Pain
Entropic waste
Pain
I still think it’s great
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6. |
Road Owl
02:20
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Chase me down a dead end road
And I’ll pretend I knew it all along
But only once the sun goes down
Now I guess you’ll never really know
You can’t look a stranger in the eye
And everything just seemed to implode
Return to waste economy
Well I don’t really like where this is going
Harpies heart and from the start
Curse the number nineteen
April’s theft on cement steps
Waves anxiety dreams
I expected her to blush
The cycle just seemed to repeat
But only when we’re miserable
It’s nice to know that you were keeping score
Harpies heart and from the start
Curse the number nineteen
April’s theft down cement steps
Waiting anxiety
Stay inside we’ll pass the time
We could all use the peace
Local lore we ran out of chores
But introspection is free
Melancholy sings for me
Tonight I’ll cry myself to sleep
It’s death to the dichotomy
Turn black and white to a healthy shade of gray
Turn black and white to a healthy shade of beige
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7. |
Flubber Foot
02:04
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I’m back from LA
Kilo shoved up my ass
The security line
Customs agents patrol
And I start to sweat
That’s it
(Boy you better grow up)
I’m caught
We’re done what a dumb fucking plan
And trip
My flubber foot
TSA on my back
Gettin’ handsy with me
Clench my cheeks in my seat
Kilo’s starting to leak
That’s it
(Boy you better grow up)
I’m caught
We’re done what a dumb fucking plan
And trip
My flubber foot
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8. |
Living Rooms
03:05
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Sarcastic glow into ten million points of light
That was a drag but she knew it wasn’t right
Our hands are dry the adaptation anxious norm
She turns and I quote, “that I have no fucks left to give”
Listen up you’ll hear the call
(So surreal)
Fiction lines in living rooms
(So surreal)
Feel it welling deep below
(So surreal)
It dealt your ego a fatal blow
(So surreal)
I can’t stress enough to get at least 7 hours of sleep
She turned and she said, “not another fucking peep”
I swallowed my pride and left with existential peace
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9. |
The Traps
04:43
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And outside
Dead momentum
Oh can’t you tell I’m Ordovician
Am I in love?
Test evolution
My shiny new hardened exoskeleton
What’s that in the sky?
Out in the traps
Siberian steppes
A Permian ghost
A beautiful lake
Boiled away
But that was our home
Pangea please
Be cautious with us
Or we’ll go extinct
Sink, and burn
It will make waves
Burning out the world
Cascading toward the Mesozoic
Anxious harmonize
A poison bubble
Start acting out this is survival
What’s that in the sky?
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10. |
Life Support
02:35
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Yep
Pacing and caught in a cage of my own making
Saline collects on the backs of hysteria
I should have known that to love me is impossible
My lady stone-heart pulled the plug off my life support
Help I’m falling
A wise man once told me
I’m made of bologna
Megazord assembled into a paranoiac
Fish for your fever but you're safe in the suburbs
Wasn’t it obvious that karma came trolling you
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11. |
Neurotypical
04:05
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Cycles
A neuro-typical
Glasses
Fogged up from my breath
Closure
The feeling of being drained
Peaceful
My heart is now at ease
Comminuted to the ground
And sail that ship into the sun
There’ll be time to meditate
When the work is finally done
(Stop, thinking)
Fever
From heartbreak
And the focus, that it brings
Desire
I wanted true love
By design
This journey’s alone
You must learn to grow
Pulses
The pain behind my eyes
Autonomous
You have to have repose
A transit
The cat’s out of the bag
So suffer existential loneliness
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12. |
Aerosol
03:24
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You can catch the tail
Trailing on its own
Sun sinks out of sight
Insects start to sing
Safely in your mind
Dissolved into air
Now I’m aerosol
An ancient lullaby
Purring in your arms
The sunset of your life
Docile until used
Safely down your spine
Dissolved into air
A box made up of rooms
(A box made up of locks)
Now I’ve got a view
(A box made up of rooms)
Now I’ve got a view
(A box made up of locks)
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13. |
Dowser
03:50
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I’m shaking
With vexation
The gaslighting
Is working
I’m bored
I’m broke
Revolt
When all that remains
Is to steel our resolve
Whatever comes through that gate
We must defend our homes
There’s a wolf at the door
There’s a suit in sheep’s clothes
I’m stagnant
Fantastic
I’m drowsy
And thirsty
I’m bored
I’m broke
Revolt
And all that remains
Is to give it all back
It’s hard to explain
A solipsistic existence
The only wolf at the door
Is the wolf in your head
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14. |
Bork, Bork!
02:59
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Bork, Bork!
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15. |
Song XIII
06:05
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You don’t need to apologize
Just get your ducks in a row
A slice of life that you won’t regret
And operate on the gram
Won’t waste my time with anxiety
Won’t over think how I feel
Cause in the end there is nothing else
But helping others to thrive
A glimpse behind the curtain casually
Misjudged the drive into my insanity
I’ve catapulted through the echo sphere
Too dumb to explain it right
The lights are on inside the neighbor’s house
There’s nothing more than this projection of self
I’ve catapulted through the I don’t care
Too dumb to explain it right
The word we new just went away
But that affords us change
I’m grateful for the minuscule
An adjustment attitude
But I swear to you we’ll see this through
Even though there might be pain
And if the process left me overwhelmed
It’s death before rebirth
I can see but what does that mean
Up to the upper atmosphere where we can’t breath
Something to be
Where I’m from
We’re comfortably dumb
But I can’t make you empathize
Or change your mind
With holidazzle lights
When in Rome
In neat little rows
All that you loved just went up, up in smoke
I think you just choked.
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