1. |
Crashing
02:15
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Open windows just walk past 'em
Don't jump, just outlast 'em
I've got the seatbelt unfastened
And I'm crashin'
These words, they won't save me
I tried but they won't change me
Firing squad no need to change me
Here's to good aiming
Tell me I wanna live
That I don't wanna burn
Tell me to go and flourish
But I will never learn
Tell me I wanna live
That I don't wanna rot
Tell me to go and prosper
But I would rather not
Open windows don't walk past 'em
Just jump don't outlast 'em
I've got the seatbelt unfastened
And I'm crashin'
Tell me I wanna live
That I don't wanna burn
Tell me to go and flourish
But I will never learn
Tell me I wanna live
That I don't wanna rot
Tell me to go and prosper
But I would rather not
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2. |
Anxiety
01:35
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Shaking with uncertainty
My mind is blank, infinity
I know there's something in there, screaming to get out
Vacuity arrests my mind, trawling me with doubt.
I'm fibrillating now
It's got ahold of me
I've got nothing to say but
Fuck anxiety.
When you're stricken with anxiety
Concrete shoes you can't reluct
Cannot rest, cannot move
Hit the timer self destruct.
I'm fibrillating now
It's got ahold of me
I've got nothing to say but
Fuck anxiety.
I'm fibrillating now
It's got ahold of me
I've got nothing to say but
Fuck anxiety.
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3. |
Follow the Leader
01:25
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What's that you say?
Get in line, boy, sign your name
Do what they tell you follow the play
Fuck you you're the one to blame.
No more, don't follow the rules
Fight back, don't give 'em the juice
They play dirty but need us to give
Step on down to where we live.
Follow the leader but not too close
Limbs blown off, comatose
Set to fail it's all a trap
Watch yourself, take a lap.
No more, don't follow the rules
Fight back, don't give 'em the juice
They play dirty but need us to give
Step on down to where we live.
No more, don't follow the rules
Fight back, don't give 'em the juice
They play dirty but need us to give
Step on down to where we live.
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4. |
Over There
03:12
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5. |
Gingerbread Man
02:02
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Sometimes I wish I had three different faces
I'm wanted for bullshit in three different places
Always on the run but something's gotta give
About face show 'em how we live
You want me?
Come get me
The way it sounds I'm gonna see the roundhouse
Catch me if you can I'm the gingerbread man
Eyes in the back of my head
Be quick or be dead.
DA's chamber tryna strike a plea
Lawyers argue over the fate of me
Guilty in one hand, innocent in the other
Born to lose, why even fucking bother?
You want me?
Come get me
The way it sounds I'm gonna see the roundhouse
Catch me if you can I'm the gingerbread man
Eyes in the back of my head
Be quick or be dead.
Gavel crashes: evasion 1
Judge looks at me says "shape up son"
Lock me up, throw away the key
Should've paid that warrant from...
New Jersey
come get me
The way it sounds I'm gonna see the roundhouse
Catch me if you can I'm the gingerbread man
Eyes in the back of my head
Be quick or be dead.
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6. |
So I Say
02:26
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They say to reach an old old
You must have an old soul
Lucky for me
I'm a black hole
Live fast
Die with writ
The sun is shining
and I hate that shit.
(I found my new obsession)
Trying to live
(I've learned my fucking lesson)
Trying to be what you want
Snap through banality
Return to what I used to be
So I say fuck it
I don't care anymore
I'm filled with apathy
But who's keeping score
Life or death, son
Which do you want
Like Sisyphus
I don't care for either one
(I found my new obsession)
Trying to live
(I've learned my fucking lesson)
Trying to be what you want
Snap through banality
Return to what I used to be
I'm a sad boy
Lost and lonely
The world's on fire
And I want you to hold me
I'm a tough room
My foibles enfold me
It's the end of days
What will befall me?
(I found my new obsession)
Trying to live
(I've learned my fucking lesson)
Trying to be what you want
Snap through banality
Return to what I used to be
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7. |
Social Decay
02:31
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You hate me because I'm real
Unnavigable, too much to feel
Follow your feet, mind what you've got
You're effete, you're vapid, you're mottled with rot
I hate you and everything you are
Fuck your friends your family and all of those alike
I hope you die, listen to me
Your world of gluttony will crush your body
You've a fake existence, make it fuller
What's your favorite eye color?
The world is yours or so they say
You're top tier social decay
I hate you and everything you are
Fuck your friends your family and all of those alike
I hope you die, listen to me
Your world of gluttony will crush your body
Worship humanity
Sacrifice morality
False enterprise
It will end with your demise
You lie to me to make yourself feel good
Sylvia Plath gone bell jar what's wrong?
What happened then, where are the voids?
All buried now, all sinusoids.
I hate you and everything you are
Fuck your friends your family and all of those alike
I hope you die, listen to me
Your world of gluttony will crush your body
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