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An Equal Sign Is Merely An Unleavened Eleven
Read 'em and weep as I sing in the streets - Arms raised high above my head as they flail
Failure is not measured in pints - It's measured in lengths of the distances we forgo
Earth between us widens as my smile does - I'm listless since it only grows
Read 'em and weep as I sing in the streets - Arms raised high above my head as they flail
Earth between us widens as my smile does - I'm listless since it only grows
I must make one thing clear – The earth that I stomp my feet upon belongs to all of us
But only swallows some – I invite you to ante up – You think that you've got it all
Zealous mind with a zealot's heart – This is the part for which I am typecast
A half mast flag is flown at my humble abode – I think I'm ready to implode
It doesn't look so bad being down and out if one were so inclined – Even though the hill is steep
I invite you to ante up – You think that you've got it all
But in my eyes you come up short – I stand tall
Lead me around by the scruff of the neck – I'm yours
Take your time to regurgitate
I dismiss my seed upon the earth and wait for you to break
With the right kind of eyes being down and out is looking up
I dismiss my seed upon the earth and wait for you to break
Everything else that I've tried has failed me
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WATCH OUT!!! He Has A Pen
He watched as Rome burned – the city is edging towards ashes – the renaissance scar
Well I figure that it's all the same if they just gave it a name
How many times do I have to tempt you and tell you that it'll be alright?
Too many times have we watched the city into the dead of night
Watch out – he has a pen
She shoved the pill up her dress and her skirt and her panties were knotted and twisted
The security guard said “do you have anything to declare?” she said “no, I swear”
Her spread legs over the abyss we call life
They're all snapping photographs trying to get a glimpse
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Triumph Of Breath
01:53
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Triumph Of Breath
Old man always mumbling 'bout the old ways
Caught up in the blood lust - making quick work of them
End transmission - we get started
And when the bombs fall our first instinct is to run and hide again
Temper tell the truth again - a bloody instinct wasted 'til the end
We are the animals
Blood mixed with the water - these days won't age like wine
Black mark on the calendar - on the calendar it's a reminder
End transmission - we get started
And when the bombs fall our first instinct is to run and hide again
Temper tell the truth again - a bloody instinct wasted 'til the end
We are the antidote
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Fractured Tactile
03:21
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Fractured Tactile
Why does it bother you so - to witness me sitting here calmly
Having shed more skin than burn victims and serpents combined
A cool, gentle breeze blows my mind while you throw fits of minutia
I chew bigger bites than that my friend
These words go over your head because I stand tall and draw a deep breath of relief
I have been relieved of your pettiness
You cannot see me for I've gouged out your eyes
You can no longer touch me - I've sliced off your finger tips - I wash my hands of this
I will not concern myself with your antics - I'm in heaven because I'm a hell of a guy
I'd like to take this chance to thank you for joining me here tonight
I feel so much better having shared these thoughts with you
I hope that a certain irony doesn't fall on deaf ears
It seems as though your fear is all that is audible
Mark my words I'd rather hack my flesh than spend another day near you
My stomach can't digest your apparent nausea
Spare me your insights - please keep them inside
This dialogue isn't long enough for the both of us
Spare me your insights - please keep all of them inside
This dialogue isn't long enough for the both of us
Spare me - I don't care - there's a wall at which I'd like to stare
Your back is against it and I am facing you yet standing in an open field
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Brokencastaway
08:06
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Brokencastaway
No longer in print - every last letter has been removed
Apply the findings - filtered while laughing at a tiny speck
I've spread myself too thin - peel me off the walls
Smokestack beast belching - the jaws of life
Vessels are landlocked - can't see the river for the sticks
ROW! ROW! ROW! ROW!
Somnambulating - display the hustles that are so divine
Pews spill forth with waste after a muted sermon
This purest corrosion gives me life
All these clicks and pops will come and go - droning must sustain
Rip the callous off - sunken eyes so low
So tired and threadbare – sinking faster than a drunkard's comfort
A swivel of the stool turns faith to purest doubt
The sewers repent as the chain smokers worry – the powders and figures make twitching losers
With fidgeting rat-sense they fuck and they sweat - they bleed and secrete so sweetly
I smile back – through boastful neglect paired with trial and error
I free fall with something I held on to – something worth holding onto
On earth thy will be purged
Get me out of this elevator
Hand me down guilt received from sullen mannequins
Life is a joke – the punchline is drunk – the audience went home with no refund in hand
So many ways to make a bad decision – circumvention can be so expensive
Circumvention can be so expensive – so many fronts – try to keep up
So many ways to make a bad decision – so many fronts – try to keep up
Confessions are made when guilt wins and guilt is known to cheat
So many fronts – try to keep up
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Juxtaposition Has Me Beside Myself
I will not rest - rest assured - I will work with what's available
Capability and being culpable - locked hand in hand - I sigh since I am comfortable
Stability can be so short lived when one has been robbed of all that they could give
If it weren't or synesthesia I could not taste the sour look worn on your face
I'm not better off dead or dying - you're a broken piece of this puzzle we can't fix
So now they treat you like a liar - I'm not bitter at all
So now they're calling you a liar - I'm not bitter at all
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Lazy Stabbing
02:15
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Lazy Stabbing
Your violent crimes against me – won't plead them to a judge
There will be no reconciliation – I'll hand craft your tombstone
This is suffocation - hands around your neck - squeeze 'til you are lifeless - death picks up the cheque
Yeah I'll take my time for you – running that knife in
Scapegoat - Scofflaw
You can taste the fluids that are slowly drawn – Malignant picture of health – Obfuscate the x-ray
At it's clearest the forest of your being is seemingly clear cut and dry
I have made my point right into your guts
red on red - you fucking bore - scrape the drain while I watch you in pain
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