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Flip Flops at a Funeral
02:52
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Could it be anymore obvious?
I'm digging at the wounds
Stretching at the seams
i whore myself out
i whore myself out
i whore myself out
i whore myself
out
flushed into illustration
distract yourself from changes
cry
beautiful
stencil
stretching at seams
disservice, harm
(this is the next best thing to killing a god like a bad habit)
cry
beautiful
summer
reaching out in front for rebooted truth, a final attempt to secure my role
the emblematic wasp stuck in your car, am I outside of the window, or will you cleanse the cab
printing out the havoc in several prepositional phrases,
everything i know gets fucking tired
everyone gets tired
of creative torture
peace
medicine
theory
disposal
advance
pose
guilt
succubus
I'm driving into the ocean, and i don't know when i can die
straying into the sunlight, faith until i deny
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2. |
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Let's feel it again, worth in shameful waves
Painstaking
Face creative floatation device
(Not my time to die)
Just pull the trigger you coward
(Mirror fight or flight)
I swear, no one will look for me or care when I'm dead
(Fresh faced angel cake)
You throw it away
(Cheap and quick funeral for the kid)
You throw it away
(Not my time to die)
(Mirror fight or flight)
Walk into 9 rings
Walk like you have no wheels
(Mirror fight or flight)
This place is a fucking pig sty
Without the charm or the shame of natural selection
Using camouflage as a primary colour,
There's always a market for death,
Shouting exposition into a wind machine,
Learning forest learned my weakness,
But i refuse to be written off as (a) Crisis Actor
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3. |
Fake Dinosaur Bones
02:24
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Fake it fake it, your trepidation
Be equally afraid for the outcome
Did you know that we play house on the same moon?
All is fair in indifference, i wanna make that clear
I wanna know how it is (feels)
You won't make it
You won't
Fake
Fake it
Fake it now
The narrative of the changeling is ever-changing
Dearest changeling, ever-changing
dearest changeling
THE DEVIL PUT YOU HERE TO MAKE ME LOSE MY FAITH
I PRAY FOR THE DISASTER TO INCINERATE
WALKING OFF THE EARTH JUST LIKE YOU WALKED OFF STAGE
I DIG UP THE BONES YOU BURIED AS YOU FELL FROM GRACE
Changeling
Change me
Change me
Dearest changeling, ever changing, your contradiction is so beautiful
Changeling
I will always say "yes"
Only for you
Precious divisive station
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4. |
Contrail Crucifix
02:11
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I only come bearing burdens,
But i don't decide to try to put weight on you darling, featherweight,
Look at how much i ruined this, Imagine how I must writhe in the Addiction
View this in full screen (Fish into a barrel)
I lose you (Cannons into wood)
I never wanted to (Be your only good)
Thing
Oh yes, I will take this dance,
I'm satisfied and i need advice on how to put you in a bed
With roses and thorns
Post-paradigm depression, backstabbers,
Waiting to be courted in righteous,
Bats to come around
Look at how cute the kids are, imagine how happy they'll be in heaven
4 laps around the cult classic, you know we'll never headline a show You go to
We need you to buy our merch so we can eat, we need you to tell your Friends about us;
"There's this brand new second rate heavy band, who can't even play Their instruments"
You'll forget our name with nothing left to say, and we'll call it quits in 2028
(When you jump in that lake of fire, where is the page that you burn?)
Torch the whole damn thing
Can you speak it?
Let it writhe in the underground symphony
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5. |
Die On Mars (Side Story)
01:17
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Welcome to the bottom of the ocean where we create temptation
We stock the ladies perfume in the department store
We’re who puts the news on waiting rooms
We are the ones that flirt with the toxins too
We could be all light but instead we aren’t,
Just stay, we’ll explain it again
Swing from the tower,
To hear the words of your savior one more time
You will now see
“Eternal hospice, infernal cauldron”
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6. |
The Absolute Barnstormer
02:43
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Built like a brick shit house
Glittering into the trees
Heavenly clockmaker
Resetting carnage deeds
Come into where the light is worrying for your womb
Nanotech chokes you in,
Nail in,
Paint it red, paint it red
Is this your parachute?
No, don't speak ill, or don't speak at all!
Looking for the pillow, looking for the coffin
Finding the right familiar, forcing them into the bunker
Let the rampant read
Bleed into your amplifier
Speak, speak until dusk
Worry, worry for your womb,
Change, for the sake of insects,
Repeat, refrain
Wildflower fields forever
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7. |
Blackberry Delorean
02:41
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Say you are,
I guess you are the best one
The ways to die I listed are at the top of your head
But I couldn't stop myself,
And the fast fix is imminent
Can i borrow your heart, and toss it wall to wall?
It's not like a Ouija board,
It doesn't just happen
Behind this no man's land, we will report
And you can let them believe what they do isn't worthless
You wanna snuff the shackles out?
You wanna have them be framed? and taken pity on,
Manifesting your 10,000 hours?
Say you are
These words couldn't be more torn
These branches couldn't be more important
Whatever you could imagine in poor taste
Is a new favorite game of the famous poor house so, Hike up your skirt Spill champagne on the coffin
Get off her socks spill red wine in the trash,
Through kick-snare rhythms, we will dance around the topic and never Really heal
Stay out of Georgia
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8. |
Faraday Cage
03:24
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Don't let your lovers in
Gold riches and the fountains
Aren't worth it in the end
Don't let your lovers in
(And you're back with 104.3 daoboys, your #1 source for adult contemporary)
Oh, don't you hate it, little lamb little lamb?
Oh, don't you hate it, being tested, little lamb?
Ripped from your home, ripped from your womb,
Ripped from your favorite song is your murder weapon
Blackmail sensation, distract yourself from changes in this bold operation
(I will never forget your face, she died with such grace)
If I see heaven coming back as someone else's ghost...then
Don't let your lovers in
Gold riches and the fountains
Aren't worth it in the end
Don't let your lovers in
The world will be filled up with gold and riches that you can't even Begin to imagine!
With me you'll never be alone! Completely in my arms for this nightmare
Wear my
Goddam ring
Necklace
Label
Voice
Never-ending
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9. |
Pure Schlock
03:44
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Cross the line to sympathize,
Hollywoodish smile
And burned the bridge for sin of our existential style
Now all your friends are jewelry and their locked inside your box,
I swore i'd burn your promised land, now it's time for you to watch
Self-shame, set for stardom's rise
Mansion based slaughterhouse, backing scarce exposure
Tradition can't mock the warming cage faced backwards to the stage
Semi-fixed counter-activity; sermonically automatic
3 tears out of your left eye and you're buried at sea,
We sealed metal bars to your wooden cross hoping that the surface Feeds
So the next time you think that you don't need this,
(Lose touch) lose touch where you need to be compromised
(Come back) with roses in a holster
With intent to be lost with a kiss
(Lose grip) lose grip where you need to be civilized
(Cast out) your shadow coming closer
Running down the stairs with a steel trap
(Prison bound)
(BLEGH)
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Nowformynextrickimgoingtoforgetabout Mybandandoverdoseonthehumancondition Becauseatsomepointmyoverblownofftimebullshit Justbecomessofuckingoldold
Likethewayiwillthrowthingsagainstthe
Wallandbreakglassinafitofselfpity
(I am on my own killing moon, and i'm killing myself cuz i can't make waves with bed sheets)
Running down the stairs with a steel trap
(Prison bound)
I'm so fucking sorry
I can't give in again
Everyone's a funeral, funeral, funeral
Full of guilt for good reasons
Everyone's a funeral, do the twist, do the twist
Yesterday; i'm so fucking far gone
Make sure that your high horse is tightened up, fastened in
Mayday!
Mayday!
Everyone collectively, do the twist, do the twist
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10. |
Cobra Winfrey
03:13
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Tonight we go to lovers leap,
Only loving those who smoke,
Asking father for forgiveness,
Killing every blanket of certainty.
Shouting "please", I called upon your angels
They couldn't even answer, I sat on the line.
This is want i want to feel! The sound of glass!
(They say what you wanna hear)
Sing the brittle hymn, be filled with eternal light!
A student of your own safety, ever changing
Tonight we take the lovers sleep
(Make up the goddam dinner table)
Blood splatter would reveal me
(Sing the brittle hymn)
Killer of all my certainty
(Draw the cocaine star)
On the black ice
Lead us not into over-complication,
Trash talking to the non-existent camera,
My half-cocked journalistic endeavors,
My black helicopters and CIA scanners,
It's
1 to 2 over under on the drama queen, laying on their floor, trying to Sleep until
Thursday when they wake up fine, sending life-ending shit through a Screen and a smile
You can leave me on the line with a blank, you can leave me on the tile Floor, and you can say there's so much hell here, but you don't know The fucking half
There's so much hell here
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11. |
Die On Mars (Sunspot)
03:38
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I teach guitar
To celebrities like you
Caught up in the flash mob,
Invited to the mall after dark
So while you're miserable at the party, you can kill the navigation
(Witness this)
Let's test this pregnant fear, solicit evidence
Spill it in your purse with the cap off
You're so full of shit,
Writing lines for astronauts
Side story to the sunspot
Shift, sink
Made to suffer, but dead
Bird, at mass
When will it stop
In passing,
7:30 on the clock apostle on deaths door,
7 times 7 times 7 again in the bear trap
Come into alone when you sleep with the fixes
And endorse in your stitches
There’s so much out there that I wish spoke of,
A few more years and a re-issue should clear it up
And I used to think I would hate myself enough to write something memorable in the grand scheme of a guilty plea
But where’s the spark and the sudden singalongs from people that I wished were my friends at the start of this all
I’ve never stuck the wet rag in the electrical socket
Have you blemished this sick game?
Taken away it’s power?
Picture perfect, fresh faced fringe into the other side
(You make me feel like I could love myself
You could give me the whole world tomorrow
I never said you were required to
I never wanted to take up all your time)
Hold off till the day I fly off,
Till the day that I die on mars
Sun
Spot
Recover
Naysayer calls
Naysayers lie
Entomb this art
Let this art die
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12. |
Die On Mars (Addendum)
04:01
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Couldn’t even answer
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Dark Trail Records San Francisco, California
Independent record label founded 2017
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