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tsar bomba tango
04:09
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black paint pours out over the blue sky
old keys turn a new reality
all hope is lost in a newer swamp
the evolved stalls
our time dries out
withers to dust
turmoil inward
turmoil outward
tsar bomba tango into oblivion
handshakes had under the desk in the shadows
the eagle impaled by the red stained handles
hammer/sickle
point your guns to the news
citrus stained vitriol
piss the white into gold
silver platters silver spoons
…some say history repeats itself when no learns from past mistakes…
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your tats send me to a flashback
smoking cobblestone wrecked spliffs
a d.i.y. town in this city
a three story waterfall
in the tower of laumann
was it a waste of some danish kroner;
a postcard not meant to be sent by me?
was it a waste of some danish kroner;
a postcard not meant to be sent to you?
was that bond just a waste?
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3. |
nymph neighbors
01:15
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thin walls divide
twenty eight months
sounds that peaks lust
but violates trust
just tune it out
with sounds of your own
use this guitar
or a girl i make moan
nymph neighbors
thin walls fall
interlocked in flesh
turned chemical
wrecked stimulus
ignore it all
ignore what you are
nymph neighbors
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4. |
drifting noose
04:05
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i remember where i was when i heard you hanged yourself
i don’t want you slipping away
why you standing close to the edge?
now the smokes drifted to the east
to a girl who can’t find peace
i don’t want you slipping away
why you standing close to the edge?
i slept on your floor for five straight days
dealt with the early light the same light that numbs your eyes
i tried to find where you stay
you asked how he left
why would i feed your perpetual pit?
but now that i’m gone i see you still stand
just stand to the end…
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5. |
zona gyudon
09:22
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fog made into clouds
white cold surrounds
how to fall
six miles above
you will land
and you’ll drown
deep in this tsunami
stuck in this skyscraper
the glowing of neon, of neon
hidden in these smoked rooms
a rage burns from young men, overworked
seizures come to no one
in this place
filled with old screens blasting pixels
filled with new screens blasting pixels
filled with black screens staring at you
filled with white screens staring at you
someone pixelate this goddamn sound
cultural cut throat knife submit to a new void
temples enclosed in electricity
land near the rising death
as i drink these shots with plenty left
belching songs with old friends
in a bar full of punks
temples enclosed in electricity
someone pixelate this damn sound
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6. |
lilithian beacon
04:15
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you can sink or swim in
whatever dreams you dream
or you could turn and not be bothered
and buckle between the seams
the grip that’s cast may crumble
the taste of raw medicine
filled with dreams that aren’t enough
and of no comparison
just lay the bricks down
dig raw the dirt out
one time is not the same as many times (but it can feel that way)
these two feet walk on pavement in the dark
past homes that screams and reeks of weathered ghosts
beacon presses down as i look up and ignore what’s underneath
one time is not the same as many times (but it can feel that way)
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7. |
cloak your pain
02:38
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ashing in a toilet filled with piss
i see shadows form
autodidactic cogs in the grind
forced to contribute
with everyday of borrowed time
the world crumbles beneath
conceptualize the banality of life
forced fed to the quo
we wait so long to see what’s gone
reminiscing with nothing solved
a light slivers through the cracks
of the person we once were
cocooned in a linoleum shell
we lay and we dwell
the inner self splits open
the heaviness within
trudging through this muddy path
glory becomes wrath
death is certain but the timing of death is never known
some choose false dreams, some choose false gods,
some choose to live in their thrones
peace of mind
the type that binds from flesh to the eternal
clutch and grasp
cloak your pain
through veils of smoke and bury it all beneath
our mortal bones
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8. |
skinner box manager
02:40
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pretend they'll force a god on you
they lie to push agendas through
helpless no voice inside you snare
they care play fair
our lives are not their decision
preexisting their condition
red tape our lives
to them there is no difference
rivers run dry
and still we drown
useless attempts to see their side
all while a country's crucified
no voice rings through polluted air
they care play fair
they've fought us and we give in
hope is yours to defend
they've fought us we must fight them
hope is yours
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9. |
dutch amonia plant
01:36
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swallow the harp
03:58
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swallow the harp
before you make the choice to cut off the strings
it resonates, chakra vibrates the innards and outer being
we make our own hell to satisfy our wants and not our needs
idolize idle consciousness
cauterize the open wound
reach up for the arrow
make this end come quite soon
this plane is skewed
burns turn into black and blue and heals fast of nothing true
sputtering consciousness in a loop this plane is skewed
white-gripped knuckle all around in the warehouse your shit spews
this plane is skewed all in full view now
we all blend into each others scenery null and void
judgement delivered in stones to you
but you hide and skip, give out the slip
invert the grave in which you lay
water tossed below it’s a petty play
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11. |
hey alex... good call
01:04
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live your life
climbing ladders
kicking downwards
fooled yourself
climbing ladders
kicking downwards
killed yourself
climbing ladders
kicking downwards
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12. |
square jaw
03:31
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talk to your guns
lies on your breath
fill all the children's heads
with visions of law and death
on cursed earth
you've built this game
you'll reference better artists
just to further your name
these faceless friends
we will destroy
we'll judge our hidden brothers
with guns that you call toys
this is how it ends
on dead end flats
you said the good guys win
well, i guess I knew you'd say that
block war green horn dead floor
hats off square jaw old star
i am the law here
i don't belong here
shotgun death coat long walk
old man tin can long talk
i am the law here
i don't belong here
i see no law
i see no god
obey no law
obey no god
there is no law
there is no god
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