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This Place Is Not Flat
00:58
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This Place Is Mountains
03:48
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/As the miles add up I still think of how I should never think of you/But I do/Now there's nothing but the future ahead of me/It could have been yours/But oh well/I don't need love/I don't need anything/Why would I want another excuse just run away?/I don't need you or anything you offer me/You're just another part of my fantasy/The aches and pains of every day seem to be eating me away/Now the holes in my brain show where something golden used to be/(Take it all away; Empty out my lungs)/And no matter how hard I grasp there is no breath I can catch/I scream until my lungs are as empty as the day we did part like a sea/You from me/And in that water we found we were nothing more than Shells of what we used to be/I'm a man made of kisses/Holy and Unholy/But nothing gets through me/I just let it sink deep/Deep where you used to be/
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Dream Eater
01:12
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Damn Dirty Apes
03:57
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/Man looks up at the clouds and thinks about how he's dressed/Says, "Why do I care if you're all impressed?"/He looks to his dear/She's covered in sky/The question she ask, "Why?"/Apes in suits crack their whips on the backs of the mammals they oppress and Line their cages with resumes/Apes in suits pull the reins of lesser men covered in chains/Does this sentiment resonate?/Been runnin' strong six billion years why the sudden need to walk upright?/Been runnin' strong one million years why the sudden need for cogs and gears?/Been runnin' strong ten thousand years why the sudden need for a god and his fears?/Been runnin strong, been runnin'/Oh my dear, I hear you've been asking about the shape of my spine/I hear it's as if the wind has just been calling name/Oh my dear, I hear you didn't know that we crawled from the sea/I see where you've been building a monument to me/Oh my dear, watch as these answers fall from the trees/Oh my dear, watch as more questions wash up from the sea/Oh my dear, you look like a statue but life is no stone/It's a body that's withering/Withering all away/
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Castle Greyskull
03:44
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/These days I'm moving on to more impressive plagues than watching skeletons clean their plates/These days the only promises I'm breaking/Are to myself because too many/Too many times I stuck my neck out and got wringed for it/Each futile breath is sad yet comedic like a man with no arms trying to "X" out a black act from his past/I'm a self manipulating set of tissues and impulses showing off the deepest part of myself for cheap tricks/But I love every second/You're damn right I love every second of this/And I'll learn to relish it like a terminal patient in a sunset/Half heart/Burnt Brain/Too many/Too many times I stuck my neck out and got wringed for it/(This jaded life is the same ol' and I've been waiting on the night's call)/
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Johnny Hammerlungs
02:19
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/Feels like I am spending all my best moments underwater and the time I could spend not being me, I think why even bother/Cause tough guy walk and that tough guy talk well that don't mean shit here/Cause I don't know the devil and I can't find god so it's me you better fear/I feel sharp eyes in the back of my head/I feel harsh words burning to be said and I might just stop breathing but you know I won't stop living/If you're alive, prove it/
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Vinyl Paradise
10:54
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/Stuff your brains into the tape deck/Sign your name onto the blank check/Show them you are here/You exist/Soundwaves wet with golden paint/Tortured teens touch themselves to the song of a cardboard saint/Remove the heads/Sugar coat their throats/Record deal knives exchanges hands from sleeves of corporate coats/We watch our lives in little boxes/Go to work and check our watches/Everyone screams, "Revolution!" but no one offers me a solution/They scream our names and carry their torches/Fire off their guns from crooked porches/I can't understand the words with the film on mute/Radio towers twist together like double helixes with extra chart topping chromosomes/I hear the cry leak out like an oil spill in a vinyl paradise but what was lost/Tell me what was lost/For every album that you sell may you squirm in an earthly hell/For every dollar you make another ounce of dirt on your grave
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