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Anthill
02:37
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The difference between me and glue;
I won't always stick to you.
Wading through another length
of water where the ship just sank,
but that was then, so I once more
drift across the liquor store.
I was reaching out to them again for something more.
Now it's lost forever,
buried in the shifting sounds
of this ever-changing
atmosphere which we will know to take us down.
Difference between piece and part,
a lack of skills and modern art.
Drive around just for the thrill,
foreign ants on a moving hill.
All my friends in black war paint,
no shirt, no shoes, and no red tape,
and we won't get to live these days forever so we
...hold on desperately to
the remnants of what's left of them.
We won't be here
when you take up arms to share with
everyone you know you'll just neglect.
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2. |
Lewd
02:18
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I'm not a lover, I'm not a fighter,
I'm more like a Quaalude.
Stuffed down the back of my throat,
ready to take hold.
I wait on it now but I can't seem to settle down
If you see me in the back, let me sit in the back.
If you see me in the front, put your arms around me.
If you see me going wild, go wild by my side,
and if you see me dying, then let me be.
'cuz I can't see things clearly now,
and I couldn't see clearly before,
and I don't think I'm just gonna find my direction now,
so I'm trying to score
One for the home team.
One for little old me.
One bag of something
that's gonna make me feel serene.
'cuz I don't wanna do shit when I don't wanna do shit,
so don't make me do shit when I don't feel like it.
I'd rather stay at home.
I'd rather be sleeping alone.
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3. |
Katie Lane
02:01
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Katie Lane, why don’t you stay
and lead us through another day?
‘cuz I woke up, to my dismay,
couldn’t find the pieces to convey.
And you told honesty that it was just a chore,
and I can empathize ‘cuz I’ve been there before.
This is a war
Katie Lane, why can’t you stay
and help me find a better way?
‘cuz I don’t think that my heart can take
another year of this decay.
I’ve been strung up like Christmas lights
on a front porch in mid july,
and there are nights where I burn bright,
but most nights I just wanna fucking die.
And you said “honestly kid, this is not a test”,
and I know you were right, I can feel it in my chest.
I’m such a mess.
Katie Lane.
I swear one day I’ll get right,
and you won’t have to think about me late at night.
I swear one day I’ll get mine,
and I’ll get all you fuckers back all in due time.
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4. |
Fun
03:01
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Make our way back home.
Check the damage done.
Pray for our forgiveness,
we never meant to hurt anyone,
we were just having fun.
Collect worthless souvenirs,
ticket stubs and cans.
The neighbors called the cops on us,
they could never understand,
we were just having fun.
When all we ever felt was small,
and all we ever knew were broken people,
and all we ever knew was breaking down.
There are things I can't remember,
and things I wish that I could forget.
Things I haven't shaken.
Things that haunt me when we were just having fun.
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5. |
Untitled
01:45
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If I was half-past dead
and waiting for the end,
what's so wrong about that?
If I was a work of art,
perfectly torn apart,
what's so wrong about that?
If I was drinking well
at the bar in hell,
what's so wrong about that?
If I was getting high
just to relive those nights,
what's so wrong about that?
What's so wrong about that?
You said, "You're searching for things that you can't get back,
and that's what's wrong about that."
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6. |
Spiders!
02:30
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I let the spiders in my car,
they haven’t bothered me so far.
I left the windows down all day
so they could nest and spin their webs.
I couldn’t seem to get my head around this.
It rained all night, I didn’t care.
I was cutting off my hair. I was nothing anywhere.
I was no worse for the wear,
drifting through with bleary eyes.
So paint me all over the concrete
with your heel and don’t think twice.
'cuz I’m feeling all so scattered here
like I’m seeing through eight eyes.
I let the spiders in my skin
so they could draw blood from within,
I’ll leave them to my next of kin.
And they can have my fuck ups too,
my failures and my fucking shoes.
And they can walk a mile or two,
and grind their teeth the way I do.
'cuz I’m feeling all so scattered here
like I’m seeing through eight eyes.
Yeah, I’m feeling all so scattered here
like I got no will or drive.
On the long drives home, I’m so volatile
and these long drives home make me suicidal.
I let the spiders in.
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7. |
Someareteeth
04:02
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Not one word until we go,
not one word until we settle up
our debts and push on.
You know it brings me no pleasure.
You lose things when you sleep,
some are people, some are teeth.
Oh no.
I won't be reaching for the wheel anymore, oh,
I won't be waiting on you to show.
And I could be like you,
I could be a real winner,
oh, it's true.
Yeah, I could be like you,
I'd be back in time for dinner.
Know this too,
that I do what I'm supposed to,
but a pill won't bring you peace to the night.
Isn't it so great?
Don't you feel resolve?
Don't you feel like you're tearing down
every single brick in the wall?
Oh, I think that you do,
and I think when you look back you'll know
you made the right call.
You went with your soul,
I know.
I know what it means to die.
I know exactly what it means to die.
I've been to the other side and I,
I'll be back there all in due time.
Probably be back there before my time.
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Fuck all this noise.
I'm clearing my throat.
I'm burning bridges to places I
never wanted as home.
I'm tired of always counting down days.
I'm tired of always feeling that way.
What you don't have to give to the world,
you get from somebody else.
What you don't have to give to the world,
you get from someone you love,
someone you trust,
but it won't be enough.
but it's never enough.
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