1. |
Tempurature
03:40
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Toes up,
Did you feel the wind drop?
Did you feel the earth stop?
For us, it moved.
Now I,
Sit here in my own strife.
Sit here lost inside time,
Help me revive.
Let it move.
A/C,
Blow cool air unto me.
Make my skin and bone freeze,
Sculpt me of ice.
Door closed,
Locked behind the window.
Look how far the sky goes,
Oceans of blue.
I can't move.
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2. |
Computers
04:22
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Browsing.
Your eyes, they spy on nothing.
Something.
Pornography, so tempting.
Where has time gone?
Clique.
Your credit card is maxed,
So repay,
The bill you bought yourself.
Careful now, back away.
The sights that you lie on your precious mind,
Could defy the might of the filter you rely,
And the memories you hide from, are coated to entice,
So instead of fighting the appetite, you gave up and took a bite.
You and I, are guilty and lie victim to the filth,
That are sheltered by the headlines, fortified to kill,
Yet we still fall less than short of this integrety set up,
With addictions to the fictions, our poorly tamed will.
My friend I don't blame you, I find them intoxicating.
Hours I have crammed into a blender never tasting.
Instead of taking time with dedicated emotion, they're frozen,
Behind a lock and key, the seal will never open.
I hate knowing you're behind a computer screen,
When you could be in this bed lying next to me.
Please, close the application.
Close the application.
Spread the blinds, spend your time,
With me.
Feel the might of sunlight,
With me.
Come outside, you'll be fine,
Oh please.
Its alright to spend your time,
With me.
Spread the blinds, spend your time,
With me.
Feel the might of sunlight,
With me.
Come outside, you'll be fine,
Oh please.
Its alright to spend your time,
With me.
Its alright to spend your time with me.
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3. |
Man Without a Corpse
04:45
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I'm a man without a corpse.
A body without blood.
All my skin has decomposed,
I'm a man without a corpse.
Yet the vessels lie intact,
And pump the blood I lack.
Still the efforts go to waste,
Because lifeless I remain.
All the people stop and stare,
At my unfortunate despair.
They go about their day,
Still the people stopped and stared.
I honestly can say,
I only have myself to blame.
Yes my actions I regret,
Still I'm a man without a corpse.
I would swear to change,
But its just a thing I'd say.
Like a hollow dream,
Or a promise I can't keep.
I was a grave.
A man exposed to prey.
A chest of beaks,
I'm ripped apart piece by piece.
Back when I was young and pure,
I took the things that I could cure,
I shattered them and taught,
My bones to weak and rot.
The practice became plot,
And made my breath so hot.
My skin had turned to slime,
And it melted over time.
Actions grew worse,
Therefore so did this curse.
I soon would start,
To graffiti on this heart.
The only things I love,
Are the only things I lack.
I swear I'd change,
If I could have my body back.
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4. |
Front Porch Observatory
04:17
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Expectations grew,
From the seeds that I scattered unto,
Swaying grass.
They sink to the earth once they're cast.
Nothing left but time.
I sat on my porch step, waiting for a sign,
And when it came,
My poor seeds had seemed to meet with a terrible fate.
With every garden comes the rain.
Watch it pour for days on end.
When the storm had halt,
I studied the seeds and their growth.
Though the seeds were young,
The saplings had drank and grown strong.
Blossom far to come,
They orphaned the air to their lungs,
So the trunks grew tall. Their shadow I stood in,
Bracing them for fall.
After rain follows wind.
Feel the gusts again and again.
Run to the porch, my only friend.
Breezes, sly and swift.
Ashes to ashes,
Thunderbolts and crashes.
Wait until the storm has gone,
Don't watch it as it passes.
Ashes to ashes,
Thunderbolts and crashes.
Wait until the storm has gone,
Don't watch it as it passes.
Ashes to ashes,
Thunderbolts and crashes.
Wait until the storm has gone,
Don't watch it as it passes.
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5. |
Pusher
03:13
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Are you a pusher or a puller?
I've stumbled off this earth.
Ask me if it hurt, it did.
But honestly I've probably had worse.
I fell right off this ravine,
Theres just one thing,
I've got to know,
If you will pull this rope,
Just so,
No further shall I float.
And say to me you're never gonna let me go.
Just let me know,
I'll be around.
I can spot your sunken frown,
You show to me from ground.
Did someone tell you that they loved you just to end it in a dispute?
Where's he now?
You've got to know,
Some guys are better left alone.
They will destroy your soul.
I'll say to you I'm never gonna let you go.
Just take the rope,
And pull me down.
Love is a drunk anarchist,
Hanging at his hip, pistol grip.
Intimidation grows.
Love is a drunk anarchist.
Sabotage.
Love is a fresh lit cigarette,
Hanging from your lip, let it drip.
Let it burn so slow.
Love is a fresh lit cigarette.
I let the ashes grow.
You and me, we fit so naturally.
Baby please, pull me.
Quarantine, these miles you from me.
Darling please,
Pull me.
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7. |
Summer Dew
03:28
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8. |
Chameleon Girls
03:51
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9. |
Liquid State
05:00
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10. |
Robin Feathers
04:01
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