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Bits and Pieces
02:31
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If speaking honestly I'm more than just annoyed
that someday all my ego projects crush into the void
And though it works to help me hide and save some face
It's only a false safety when sheltered here in place
While we're exploding in space
and then gone
And all we get are bits and pieces
And all we lose are bits and pieces
If thinking honestly my life is random pus
Maybe someday you can spot me frothing at the back of the bus
And though it works to help me hide and save some face
It's only a false safety when sheltered here in place
While we're exploding in space
Sheltered in space
exfdslds
crawling on
And all we got were bits and pieces
and all we lost were bits and pieces
and all we get are bits and pieces
and all we loose are bits and pieces
are all we are just bits and pieces, etc.
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Crash
01:54
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Hear the screeching tires
feel the pavements kiss
smell the burning rubber
and the angry engines hiss
all our force to be thrust against the wall
that never seems to crack or crease or crumble and then fall
all our dreams to be crushed against the wheel
that turns and turns and burns and burns
hear the goopy cries
from the burning machine
see the crowds wide smiles
as they rush to the scene
all our friends to be thrust from their seats
to crawl around and suffer in their pain out in the street
and all our dreams to be warped against the wheel
that turns and turns and burns and burns and
turns + burns
hear the screeching tires
as the windshields smash
the fragile lives we love
just crumple zones in the crash
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3. |
Wasted!
02:31
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Hang tight, get a grip on the dream
That teases as it flits across your eyelids screens
There you are, a star in your prime
That never seems to work the scene in detail in time
Bob was fulfilling his Sisyphean task
The reason for these actions he would dare never ask
You let loose, apply the characters skin
Cause nothing ...will ever stop the withering
Of the blood and the sweat and the tears
And all the wasted hours and days and years
Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted for good
Hold tight at your peasant’s guilt
That you lusted after all the shining things you have built
Here you are, another prop in its role
Squeaking out your prominence as the credits roll
Jill was taking pills to prop up her corpse
We all drag the cadavers of our twitching remorse
Hang loose, the gallows genres in
Because nothing...can ever stop the withering
[CHORUS]
Say [wave] goodbye goodbye goodbye
say [wave] goodbye goodbye
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4. |
The Whole Damn Thing
01:36
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Looking out the window at afternoon rays
the spots of warmth gilding the winter grays
a perfect mesh, to stay here toasty as a hot crossed bun
take the whole damn thing and shoot it into the sun
looking over this hatch at these setting days
everything we felt was just a passing phase
take the whole damn thing and catapult into the sun
let me tell you nothing's gained and nothing is won
bleach my bones, oh mercy, we're cooked well done
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5. |
Sun N' Done
03:15
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Stuck in the orbit of the sun
Burn the tapes and burn the bubblegum
Watch it burn watch it turn
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6. |
All Our Lives
02:29
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So this is it
The culmination of all we’ve ever done
There really is nothing new underneath the sun
So this is it
The ultimate truth of whatever we’ve been
Scattered just like bugs in the nameless wind
All my life
I pinpoint the times that make the most sense to me
To build an image of self, true and free
But we’re withering
(It all comes crumbling down, it all comes tumbling down)
All the strong whimpering
(It all comes pouring out, it all comes bleeding out, it’s all blood)
((It all comes leaking, it all comes seething out, it all comes flowing out, it all comes pleading out, it all comes clawing out, it all comes aching out))
So this is it
The purpose behind these foolish songs
Begging for attention from the squirming throngs
So this is it
The reason to hide from everything
In tombs formed from the remnants of the Big Bang
Gaze at the dark
All our lives
We leave no mark
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7. |
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Buried deep 20 ft in the dirt
The mole never exposed to the hurt
Clawing 30 ft underneath of the house
The mole never talks to the snake or the mouse
Shoveling out 15 miles of trench
The mole will dig the divide in a cinch
18 mile radius from the middling core
Still the mole must continue to bore and to bore
Away at the weeks
And still nothing peeks
Through the dark
No chance
Buried deep 20 ft in the mud
The mole can taste the taste of their blood
50 cubic ft of iron enriched black soil
The snake wraps the mortal mole in a coil
13 minutes for the deadly venom to kick
The earth devours the weak and the sick
No escape from the venomous viper’s jaw
Still the mole continues to claw and to claw
Chorus
Paradise is still a chance
If you could only spare a single glance
Go mole go!
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8. |
Hikikomori
02:36
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Hikikomori
you see what I see
the world is full of teeth
that bare for human meat
Hikikomori
you hear what i hear
the venom dripping from
forked tongues to eager ears
Hikikomori
you taste what i taste
the blood inside our bodies
the depth of human waste
Hikikomori
you know what i know
inside the hearts of man
there is no gentle soul
So this is what we know
and this is why we dig up and hide in our hole
so this is our belief
but can we really be sure we've glimpsed at the beast
our lives are brief
and full of such meaningless grief
the sun burns on and away
Hikikomori
what can we see?
gouging our eyes with fear
we are already beat
Hikikomori
what can we hear?
muffling our senses from the
cold death that still draws near
Hikikomori
what can we be?
shackled in all our choices
will we ever be free?
Hikikomori
what can we know?
a wild world is churning
outside our locked front doors
but this is what we know...
Clear my senses
and strike my heart
of metaphors that fail to bring
the hope i had back to me
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9. |
In the End
02:45
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The winter’s almost over
Hibernation’s almost through
My how the beast in our growling bellies grew
Beauty bursts and bulges
like a purple, smiling corpse
Behold life and death
Undeterred from their course
Every lesson in the end
Made so clear when we break and bend
Spring is a blanket to smother all your fears
A mother holding close her child soft and dear
But the warmth draws the hungry to the taste of blood
Life devours life then converts back to mud
Nowhere to hide nowhere to run
In the end you and I disappear like everyone
So come on don’t be scared it won’t matter anyway
The terror will subside while all thoughts wash away
For now hold those you love and believe in sappy things
And cherish the rarity of beautiful, kind things
That all is at its end
That all will have an end
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