1. |
So It Goes
03:06
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I recall a kid who lived for tempting fate,
too smart for his surroundings in every way.
He let me in on all of his plans for escape.
I'd navigate the dust he kicked up in his wake.
I recall those dissonant chords we would strike
& our black flags reaching to the sky.
Our magnifying glasses zooming in
on the whole world become kindling.
Of the two of us,
your escape talk was
far more serious
than my cloud of dust.
You could have done anything.
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2. |
Get Through
04:07
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The overload is set to stun;
every mouth babbles at once.
Airwaves breaking to white noise,
static swallowing my voice.
& they've got us all surrounded,
voices coming through the walls.
Look in my eyes when we're talking,
I'll do the same for you.
Let's leave no room for interruptions.
That's how we'll get through.
Disembodied talking head
conversations like canned laughter.
Pay no mind to the living dead,
food for thought's not what they're after.
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3. |
Vampire Hours
03:36
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Well, being here just bleeds the life right out of me.
Like getting boulders uphill is something to achieve,
only to watch them roll right back to from where they came.
& they need no invitation;
they will just walk right in.
No matter your situation,
they'll get under your skin.
I beat the daybreak, lose to the sunset everyday.
Stuck in the dark now; I work overtime even in my dreams.
No time to reflect when there's a battle to be waged.
& they need no invitation;
they will just walk right in.
No matter your situation,
they'll get under your skin.
I'm in over my head.
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4. |
Human Resources
02:19
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What's the hold-up? Time is wasting.
I don't pay you for complaining.
Got a million precious snowflakes
like you itching to take your place.
Well, it could always be worse.
What's the hold-up? Time is money.
Bet you'll never get much from me.
How I make it doesn't take much:
another day, another pay cut.
Well, it could always be worse.
Millions, millions all just like you:
fodder, fodder, fodder, fodder.
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5. |
Song For Jesse
04:47
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When you learn the game is rigged
& playing along is not an option,
that's when your life becomes a fight
that shows no signs of stopping, stopping.
If you're honest, you'll question it all.
By sheer force of will,
your struggles blossomed poignant beauty
& for so long, you sang your song -
cry love, cry hope, cry fury, fury.
If you're honest, you'll question it all.
I know wishing won't do anything
unlike what everybody seems to think.
All that matters is what you do about it;
here's your problem, giving in won't solve it, no...
When I think of your words,
I can't help but feel cheated, angry
at all the rest now left unsaid -
the conversation dangling, dangling...
If you're honest, you'll question it all.
I know wishing won't do anything
unlike what everybody seems to think.
All that matters is what you do about it;
here's your problem, giving in won't solve it, no...
& if someone ever deserved
better, then that someone was you.
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