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You Will Never Compare
02:58
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(Underneath the red marquee there is quiet desperation)
All these carts going home but home is full of consternation home's no destination.
Going too, where the raven flies to.
Always going to be another lover who tries to put you down. Put you down.
Always gonna be another finished suit telling you how to spend your time— millions of dollars poured into their message and their mind.
You aren't supposed to compare. You will Never Compare.
You don't know how laughable it is to say to me "one day you could be a father."
I couldn't look my kid in the eye. Tell them the world is a beautiful place?
It'd feel like a lie.
Instead I'll tell em':
"You will never compare.
You're not supposed to compare.
They don't want you to compare.
No, no, no, no, no."
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2. |
I can't be violent
03:27
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We let go of each other to run our own separate ways though summer gets closer these are indeed the shortest days.
Yours is a face I know quite well, I would like to change that.
I can't I won't I can't I won't.
Sex is one religion for heroes and villains.
My country bleeds on me, it all falls apart next year you'll see.
Brother killing brother in the streets.
I know what the end holds for me, I know, I know, I can't, I won't.
I can't be violent.
The moon is close the world burns today.
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3. |
Evangelicals
02:29
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I'm a fish on a line, yeah I'm a fish on a line.
All these pyrrhic conversations.
I don't want the lie you tell everybody else, I only want the lie you tell to yourself (2x)
Don't pray for me. I'll ignore it.
Don't pray for me. It's window dressing
I don't want the lie you tell everybody else, I only want the lie that you tell to yourself.
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4. |
Heaven's a Wasteland
03:13
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I'm no rotten kid get it straight. Put away the quiver.
Ain't no straight arrows, let the crooked ones fall.
Bleak infinity and it was always there, and will continue you to be there long after I cease to be.
So let's ignore the sky.
Heaven's a wasteland empty and void.
You decide where you lie.
Cherubic, Seraphim, Baphomet what is it to you?
Let the crooked ones fall (4x)
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5. |
I Deny my Pedigree
03:08
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Heroin Death of my Best Friend— life goes on.
Looking back over my shoulder I know I won't get too much older if I'm like she is all laying in the yard as the songbirds carry on nothing's wrong nothing's strange this is how it is everyday
Looking back over my shoulder one mind may wander I may brush the face of some beautiful alien race as my photons extend through space through time to some unwilling mind and they may wonder what I was back then the things I did where they my friend? In a different life.
A different life. Looking back over my shoulder.
Looking back over my shoulder.
Failed host, shell with a slacker ghost, pale horses on every corner.
Running through the fields your feet wet with dew running in perfect tomb, the ancient rhymes you spent all your time when you were younger listening to.
I don't want to be on those warships your face sends out— I deny my pedigree
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6. |
Bells Don't Unring
04:50
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Kicking down the bullet case I'm walking these city streets I see women and children and new mothers walking under a black flag.
And people drive by in their pick up trucks with their confederate flags on the back.
They always gotte be on the attack with their anti-antifa shirts and all their baseball bats.
I can only stand up make my feelings known arms wide to accept the beauty that is this life. If only we allow it if only we welcome what's right.
No blue line, just a striation. No clear loyalty.
My brother shudders in the wind like a living thing but that don't hit you, that don't hit you. Terrible thing bells don't unring.
Perception and reality, neither are possessions.
You don't own everything it's a wasted complication.
And in your America, in your land of the brave.
And the comfortable already know that their fate is secure.
They don't gotta worry, they don't hurry
They just gotta keep stepping on your head.
Gonna pop it like a grape. Pop it in their mouth,
And no one's gonna stop to say a god damn thing
Only gonna shake their heads, shake their heads.
Embrace your apathy consign you oblivion
Your apathy will lead you there (2x)
There's too many implications and subtextual frustrations.
Terrible thing bells don't unring.
It's a terrible thing bells don't unring.
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7. |
Small town rumor
04:30
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Your is just another small town rumor.
I've got chilled sleep, somewhere my lover weeps.
He's out there waiting for me.
I wanna go home, I wanna get outta here
wanna dispose of my childhood fear.
But I've got chilled sleep. Shadows on the hill.
Your life is just another small town rumor.
My kubla khan, my xanadu, my opium, my opium.
So many things about myself I know I'll never realize.
I can't save you (3x)
Your life is just another small town rumor.
They say everything gets worse before it gets better.
If that's the case— looking to a couple decades of perfect weather.
On the way home from your father's house lamplight turned down low.
Leaving hand in hand from the resting place where he lays.
Is this indeed a legacy? Life is an abstract painting, life is an abstract thing you gave me, life is an abstract painting, and I can't save you, I can't save you, I can't save you, I can't save you.
(There is no answer at the bottom of the bottle)
Somewhere my lover weeps and she's got chilled sleep.
It was so easy to break you.
Cause you never said no.
Maybe I shoulda known, that that is getting high for you.
My kubla khan my xanadu my opium, my opium— I will be torn away from you some day in this cybernetic fantasy that I call love.
Sitting on the counter white skin on black stone, voices shattering, china on the floor, remember that time long ago inundated by images of waves breaking on that shore.
I won't have to about hurting in the end, I won't have to worry about hurting when I'm dead.
(Stasis is death 4x)
A voice can boil the ocean or bring back all the bullshit but—
your life is just another small town rumor.
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8. |
Autumn's Grey Cloak
03:36
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Next time you see me, please treat me tender.
Because I can be unmade by delicate glances in autumn's grey clock.
I feel like I'm going alone.
All the world is thought, but so much is left unsaid.
Just as the past is prelude the heat of your body will leave, the loneliness I forsee daily.
It's just my friends that get me by.
No, no laugh, no pray, no joy, no peace.
The fact of the matter is facts don't matter at least today.
I'm going alone.
Automa.
I only get by cause of my friends (2x)
They're always with me in the end (4x)
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