1. |
Build Trip
05:07
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the steady water
won't count the bodies it brings along
none defies the stream
who understands what's meant to be
while a crushing pull deprives
you of your shivering believes
weary hopes decline
pile it up, pile it up
your hands are begging for an end
but you've paid with guilt
now this pain is yours again
give in to the undertow
none defies the stream
time to cease now let it go
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2. |
Meritocracy
03:42
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keep your fall guy at hand
teach him to behave
debased no two look the same
don't mind the grains in his eyes
or the spark that's about to ignite
they talk much about mud
under your nails
now the invincible blood is
dripping from your hand
and you are lifting your eyes
with dust upon the face
like a shroud to disguise
the relief in your veins
on the lush side of life
your unbearable lust
the greed is creeping in
don't mind the grains in your eyes
or the sparks
you're supposed to align
it took over your life
remorse until you fit
the next thought weaponized
while you're shifting baselines bit by bit
go ahead you gotta do what you must
even if you're shook by waves of disgust
you talk much about mud
under your nails
now the invincible blood
is dripping from your hand
oh how you are wasting your life
the dust upon your face
like a shroud to disguise
the need in your veins
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3. |
The New Drill
02:52
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acute glance on fading trust
so i deride the guy with the gun
please stop asking
i really don't know
what to be sure of, what to brag about
i'm clenching my teeth
for at least i believe in doubt
and you gonna swallow that pill
if you're ready or not
what should i say?
i'm getting bored of this
and you're droning the tale of blood and soil
i'm better off hiding what you seek to exploit
i'm clenching my teeth
for at least i believe in doubt
and you gonna follow the drill
if you're ready or not
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4. |
Weight
04:16
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take me back
to the animate world
but hush the noises
take me back
out of the gloom
keep me from floating inside my head
need to follow the gut
and strive against the weight
outgrow these worn out clothes
you gonna starve again
there's more and more
that doesn't matter to me
it is always the same
well in this world
where no things matter to me
it's getting hard to exhale
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5. |
Samsa
05:05
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bring up the past
now i'm afraid i'm sinking in again
did i get lost or paranoid?
dooming shadows over my head
louring through the void
bring up the past
i'm ready to fight
and shed this skin
just to feel sane
bring up the past
i'm coping to feel
safe again
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