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Imaginary Foe
03:03
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We met each other at yr wishful thinking well
Stuck in a course correction and a juju spell
Doldrum months of fever/ Oh, oh, oh
The missed touch of a lazy/ Reaper
Whispers on the mega phone/ Oh, oh, oh
Along for the failed mission/ Imaginary foe
Hope you find your puzzle pieces of mind
Change your style to force-change the tide
And retreat in heat where we could never meet
Always looking for something better
Change yr head with the weather
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2. |
Time is Theft
02:24
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Tying, tying, tying tied my head in knots
Trying, trying, trying tried for nothing
We're dying on our own terms
Those lying hands mean nothing
A circle dial born, a vicious circle formed
A weight to keep you down
and tread this path you've worn
A weight behind the eyes for wrist and wall to keep
and wakeful in your bed when it's time to sleep
Tying, tying, tying tied my head in knots
Trying, trying, trying tried for nothing
We're dying on our own terms
Those lying hands mean nothing
Keep us going, moving, acting at at frantic pace
Can't miss it, too late, no time to waste
Things to do so little time and now it's gone
The corner's turned the rats will learn it's a maze all along
Time is theft, time is theft
and they're taking it from us
Time is theft
Sleep and wake, work and play
Keeping busy and entertained
We're being mined and time is ore,
There's no time to rest before
They roar
It's time, it's time, for more
Tying, tying, tying tied my head in knots
Trying, trying, trying tried for nothing
We're dying on our own terms
Those lying hands mean nothing.
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3. |
Dope Boys
03:45
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A carcass treat for dope/ boys
Buzzards on a ribcage/ meal
Shirt of translucent skin
Stuck by a dirty pin
Running like lab rats
Up ramp to the feeder
Playing on a mousetrap
By the spoon and the wheel
oh, oh, ohhh
She'd steal sun from the sky
For the miracle fix
With a roadmap of dead/ veins
She's an old maid at 26
She had a reverse birth
From dirt to the womb
Sings a siren song
Echoes in the Tomb
oh, oh, ohhh
Met our demon at 5 Corners/ I'm an old man at a quarter before he dies/ change the locks black out the windows/ but he'll come in thru the chimney and burn the house down
Trapdoor to hell x4
(speak in tongues)
Met our demon at 5 Corners/ I'm an old man at a quarter before he dies/ change the locks black out the windows/ but he'll come in thru the chimney and burn the house down
Trapdoor to hell x4
Trapdoor to hell x4
(baby shoes hang from powerlines) (cutting fog up on a mirror)
(hellfire disguised as paradise) (dope boys and girls dig their sewer graves)
Trapdoor to hell x4
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4. |
The Elyrians
04:00
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In the low rain with the secret shy
In celebration of defeat
Crawling with assholes in their hassles
A hot wish to stay away from
Elyria people x3
Elyria pride
One in ten bounce back again
From never meeting their ends
Got a dude on the corner mood says
"All I've got is nothing, nothing."
Some is good, it's understood
Few and far in between
They're better than you
They're better than me
Watching the wasted dream of
Elyria people x3
Elyria pride
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5. |
Digging Into the Beam
04:01
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The Bear and the Turtle at opposite ends
The Tower lies in between them
The King has designs for the Tower to fall
To bring it all down before it mends
Aven Kal the Beam Quake
They're all waiting for the Beam to break
To scratch into the Beam is divine
They love the rising of the mind
33 Breakers in a shift at a time
In service to the Crimson King
Take you pills, enhanced telepathy
Before Deschain sets you free
Aven Kal the Beam Quake
They're all waiting for the Beam to break
To scratch into the Beam is divine
They love the rising of the mind
(instrumental)
Aven Kal the Beam Quake
They're all waiting for the Beam to break
To scratch into the Beam is divine
They love the rising of the mind
The change rises in our pockets
Remembering forgotten things
Childhood pet's name, inscription on a locket
Lost passage, lost line, a misplaced ring
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6. |
Anglo Savage
03:36
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We scalps in our hands
We ride the borderlands
Murder on x2
We lock them in a pen
To send them back to hell again
Murder on x2
Onward the violence drives us
No natives will survive us
Manifest the/ white infest
We're gonna burn the village down
Gonna seek from town to town
Murder on x2
Scouting for the brown and red
To snuff the lives we don't understand
Murder on x2
Onward the violence drives us
No natives will survive us
Manifest the/ white infest
The Judge can't own
What he can't understand
In blood-soaked sand
In a feverland
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7. |
Empty Chief
03:44
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Heed the villain (hiding)
In this empty village (all ran off)
The path had swallowed itself
Playing a curse on memory
Bad blood, flood, choke it down
Built the home on poisoned ground
Remember the day the sun ran away?
Crying uncle to the moon?
Remember the time there was no time
Out of focused lines, lost half a mind
Slave becomes new king
When old master lost at his game
The Children ask, what do you bring?
And to tell stories of old empty chief
Bad blood, flood, choke it down
Built the home on poisoned ground
Remember the day the sun ran away?
Crying uncle to the moon?
Remember the time there was no time
Out of focused lines, lost half a mind
Do you recall the night the Pisces
Ate itself to prove it could
Everyone forgot what was that crime
Or what it should've been.
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8. |
33% Death Dream
02:56
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Forgot how to speak
Cutting out heart strings
I can't remember anything
We all play in the dirt
From time to time
Happy in another timeline
Oh, oh
Lucky in another life
Ohhhh
Afraid of the light
and linear time
Safe in this dream
Stuck in rewind
They say you cannot blame
what you cannot see
Always knew they'd
scapegoat his disease
Oh, oh
Reasons locked and barred
Out on this plane
Completely free
of the world slavery
I want a place
without memory
Through the unfound door
in and out of sleep
Oh, oh
33% death dream
Ohhhh
Waking in a frozen scream
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9. |
90 Dollar Song
02:29
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Standing outside the pharm/ in yr polka dot dress
With yr ripoff tears on
Honey you was a mess
Out the backdoor you came/ corner eye of the law
Kicking parked cars/ burnt spoon in yr bra
Get those mischief moves on!
Acned legs and scarred arms
Do you own yr own time
In the 4 walls of the street
Stumbling around in the sky
Won't you come back down again?
Tied to the man's hands
Falling into the headlights again
Standing outside the pharm/ in yr polka dot dress
With yr ripoff tears on
Honey you was a mess
Out the backdoor you came/ corner eye of the law
Kicking parked cars/ burnt spoon in yr bra
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In yr apartment
Just one floor up
If you would take out the garbage
Less need to throw up
You invited me over
To share in your wealth
But yr hands are so dirty
Your minds following hell
Free love ain't free/ love ain't free
ain't love free/ hate for everyone
free love ain't free love
Flies grow from the larvae
Maggots soon mature
Swarming up from the garbage
Always giving birth
You got your hidden agendas
You got your secret worms
But the doors are all locked now
Keep to your filthy world
Free love ain't free/ love ain't free
ain't love free/ hate for everyone
free love ain't free love
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