1. |
Duende
04:14
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V1:
Good morning, Sunshine,
I think I feel fine,
I just might get through today,
Half-dead or blazed.
Things seem lighter,
Something close to brighter,
With more glare and less time to waste.
Oh, oh, oh!
Color me manic,
Set from stun to panic,
I'll just go stand in the rain,
Til' I feel less insane.
I'll send postcards from Mars,
For love and candy bars.
I'll be home soon,
But until then I'm-
Ch:
Forgoing all my stars,
Just to be where you are.
I can never get warm,
Hold me close you're so far-
So far-
V2:
I'm-
-All omniscience and uncanny prescience,
And I-
-I bite down hard at the heart of the essence,
Of every right word, and every right answer,
I've can convince myself that I've got cancer,
That I'm superhuman,
Or worse I'm just nothing.
All at the same time, shit, it's really something.
Ch:
Forgoing all my stars,
Just to be where you are.
I can never get warm,
Hold me close you're so far-
So far-
Coda:
I'm a dark cloud,
These lights are too loud.
They buzz along the axons,
Firing at will, with mine, or without.
I'm on fire,
Broken bottles line my pyre.
I'd take burns over shards in my skin,
Alas, this ain't about what I desire.
My hands are all glass,
Sorting memories and pasts.
I could fish them out, but is it worth this;
-Find their way back, pointless, useless.
Things swim in my head,
Am I better of dead? Maybe-
I can find myself again,
And better things are just around the bend.
I'm a dark cloud,
These lights are too loud.
They buzz along the axons,
Firing at will, with mine, or without.
I'm on fire,
Broken bottles line my pyre.
I'd take burns over shards in my skin,
Alas, this ain't about what I desire.
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2. |
Serotonin Shanty
03:31
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V1:
Fuck it all,
Never Again,
This is the last time,
I ever let anyone in.
Shoot me up,
Into space.
Any luck,
I will forget every face.
Ch1:
‘Cause all your lives,
For comfort and for credit you compete,
Few more gold stars and you will be complete.
Pleased to push along,
Until you drift away.
But I,
See the line from the first to the last,
And I refuse to stay here in the past,
But already I hear them calling,
“Drift away”,
I can hear them say: …
V2:
"Welcome back,
Our sweet heart attack,
Oh, you’ve been so hung,
Up on what you lack.
Just some serotonin,
And dopamine,
Just a couple weeks,
You’ll be feeling’ clean."
Ch2:
And if you like,
We could give you all the tools you need,
So you too could dutifully compete,
For acceptance and for money,
’Til you drift away.
Oh, fuck that, I(‘ve)
Been here before and frankly, I’d rather die,
Than lose the last of my self and resign.
To “more or less alive”
’Til I drift away,
You can’t make me stay…
Interlude:
Let me, at least,
Believe in me.
Let me, at least,
Believe in me.
Ch3:
I think that life,
Can vary greatly in function and form,
Not all of us are meant to feed the swarm,
A bit differently designed,
We all have our ways.
And even I,
Am struggling to just stay on my feet,
But that doesn’t make me any less complete,
I’m perfectly alive,
You’ll just drift away.
Not me, Not today, No...
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3. |
Crushed Beetle Beach
03:19
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V1:
I have no idea what I’m doing anymore,
I feel helpless, I’m one with the floor.
My fire it simmers, just cinders and coal,
Bravado to whimpers, grounded on the shoals-
And the shores of my mind,
and I’ve not been very kind,
To myself in a long while,
Betrayed by the warm guile-
Of the shadows, in my bedroom,
I think I just need a bit more gloom,
If only I could keep out the light,
Then maybe I’d get through a night, or two-
Ch:
You know I reside,
In the corner of your eye,
I’ve been there the whole night,
Waiting for the right-
V2:
Time to finally break this silence,
(If I’m lucky) get off of this fucking island, I-
Am aware that I’m inclined to failure,
But I think my chances are alright, and honestly, I’m happy just to try.
Ch:
You know I reside,
In the corner of your eye,
I’ve been there the whole night,
Waiting for the right (time).
Outro:
Right.
Time.
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4. |
Apocalypse Bop
03:58
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V1:
Oh God, is it the end,
Of everything we know?
No, Just another day,
Another episode,
In “Can this get much worse?”
The answers always “Yes,”
It just gets more absurd,
Fucked up, and Kafkaesque.
The zombies troll the streets,
Begging for hope and change.
I’m sorry, I’ve got none,
I too (have) been dead for days.
And it’s all I can do,
Just to forge ahead,
In the face of ego death,
and the apocalypse.
-
I'm full of fear,
And crippling doubt,
But I'm convinced,
That one day I'll get out.
Ch:
Let go of everything that's kept me,
So unfulfilled and overcome.
Find meaning in myself or something,
If there is any left at all.
V2:
No muse can save your art,
No god can heal your heart.
Wake from uneasy dreams,
A monstrous vermin, lo!
Oh shit, no, that’s just me
I’ve been a mess, you know.
Trapped somewhere in between,
Being and nothing, how-
(I) wish I could make up my mind
There’s no time now.
-
But if nothing starts,
Or ever ends,
I’ll catch up with you,
When I come around again.
Ch:
(And) Let go of everything that's kept me,
So unfulfilled and overcome.
Find meaning in myself or something,
If there is any left at all.
Pt. 2:
(And) I’ll make my way on to the surface,
So I can finally get some sun,
(And) Learn to live without a purpose,
Cause it was never there at all.
Int:
Seems like forevers passed since I last saw your face,
I hope your doing well, and in some better place,
And yeah, some things have changed, but mostly it’s the same.
Rains on the just and unjust alike everyday.
And how surreal it seems, that we should make our stand,
Here at the end of days, the final age of man,
But hey, when nothing matters, I am free at last,
And I know it’s all hopeless, but I’m still making plans.
Ch:
(And) Let go of everything that's kept me,
So unfulfilled and overcome.
Find meaning in myself or something,
If there is any left at all.
Pt. 2:
(And) I’ll make my way on to the surface,
So I can finally get some sun,
(And) Learn to live without a purpose,
Cause it was never there at all.
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5. |
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V1:
Now and then, the colors fill my mind,
Their names get mixed from time to time.
And I can’t describe them, But I can feel:
They fill me out, they make me real.
I can move my hands right through the past,
My fingers trace the sidewalk cracks,
I taste the air, I hear the ground,
It’s rushing up to meet me now.
Ch:
(And) As I strain to recall,
The infinitesimal,
Moments that we shared,
Collapsed within the walls.
I see real life can’t compare,
To all the memories of,
Me when I was there,
In all my glory and in love.
V2:
And when we go do we just die,
Or is it then we truly come alive?
Will our hearts explode and souls coalesce and float up through the sky,
and even as a ghost will I still stay up, and worry about you every night?
Ch:
(And) As I strain to recall,
The infinitesimal,
Moments that we shared,
Collapsed within the walls.
I see real life can’t compare,
To all the memories of,
Me when I was there,
In all my glory and in love.
Break:
This time machine takes me straight into the void,
It’s worth it, even if it means I am destroyed.
And I am not afraid of the unknown,
No, I’m just scared I’ll have to go alone.
Ch:
(And) As I strain to recall,
The infinitesimal,
Moments that we shared,
Collapsed within the walls.
I see real life can’t compare,
To all the memories of,
Me when I was there,
In all my glory and in love.
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