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There's so much poison in my body
And the engine's leaking still
But no one dares remove it
They say when we can we will
Fluids pour eternal
There's no urge more powerful
Meanwhile the devil and god are raging inside of me
And I cannot wait to let this substance define me
Trapped in a dream
That yields no sleep
And morphine's so strong
It just makes me weak
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Long March
03:08
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Said a father to his boy, “You’ll have to walk on your own or else we’re both going to die”, as he set his son down in the snow. But he couldn’t walk. So he sat and froze as they walked by.
And they marched.
That father hoped as he walked for a stronger man than I.
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Failure Statistics
03:05
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If you never hope for anything you will always get just what you wanted.
Fuck what you needed.
If you forget everything that you always dreamed, but always knew you would never do, my (own) broken heart goes out to you.
It’s been two years or more and I still don’t know what I’m working towards.
Working is not working out.
This city is the devil that I know, and it’s so hard to get out of my home.
And working is not working out.
As optimistic as I am there is a very good chance that this is the best it’s ever going to get again.
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Cue Howard
01:16
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Letter From A Coward
04:00
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Looking out
Across the land
Streams like pastures
Greener faster
But I head back home
Ashamed of what I’ve been shown
I lock the windows
and tend to my mosses and my mold
I am whole
in my hovel
my body’s dank
my skin is cold
it’s what I’ve known
I forgive the walls as they sag
now forgive me
I corrode
When the moment isn’t right
I’ll reach inside and try to cite
All of the damage we have lived
And our capacity to forgive
You know what it’s like when I’m alone?
It’s not pretty
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Useless
01:59
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Restless
02:29
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I can’t dream but you’ll tell me
Things aren’t what they seem
We are mothered but lack the nutrition
And we all sleep in the fetal position
We grope for air but come about breathless
The thought of it resting, I think myself restless
I can’t dream but you’ll tell me
Things are just what they seem
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Mass
02:56
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I miss the days when we all crested
but now we crash like waves.
We all showed promise in our day
but now we are drowning in the wake.
Anomie
You know we’re both a part of it.
Anomie
We’ll be destroyed by it.
For me he is away and gone
From young boy launch to later on
Broken fingers, hollow thighs
Dead cells and absent eyes
Only a small village can
Basically protect its citizens
Now a human mass extends
Racing towards different ends
Lost and all where can we go
Without an answer for how's shown
Newer people grow so slow
Lose themselves in electric glow
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Ail Vigilant
03:06
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For formed compassion for a man who ceased to be
I watched blood pour from his mouth, like wine into mine
I heard him speak to me
But I couldn't grasp his message
(And he goes)
Only later did I find it
But I can't speak of it here
Too many people are watching
Too many people are
Ailing vigilantly
Is the only way we'll ever be
If here he would say
I have one crown of power
I am the god of revelry
You knew me
-- Dedicated to W.G. Mastin
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Like the tentacles of the mighty octopus, they will grasp and draw both young and old into their embrace (into her embrace).
In the eyes of nothing I am no one and we will turn back into dirt.
At least now I know my place.
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All the effort I sequestered
Never better In darker weather
Wearing leather
Birds of a feather fall together
Seeds to gather, would you rather
Lose your father
We are tethered, regions nether
Hold your blister underwater,
Clean in nature
I know one day I'll take up space
In a burial ground, just another box of bones
That'll never be found
My epitaph will read
Did great things
But not a good job
Leaving quicker, so much sicker
See me suffer without cover
Help me mother
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