1. |
NINE OF PENTACLES
02:23
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2. |
THE FACTORY
02:14
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4. |
PROCESSION
02:44
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You can see them barreling down
The boulevard
And flying around the corner
With arms outreached,
Handkerchiefs in their eyes
He never thought he could
Attract such attention
Just from keeling over
And dying
Now the swans were singing
And the townsfolk began to
Throw a party
There's no use to be had
In pretending to feel sad
I know you'll try to misconstrue
This thing about me into a thing
About you
You may as well soak it up
How it feels to feel
How it feels to
Trampled hyacinth
Dead on the sidewalk
Furious cackling
Someone's crying "Get up!"
The cobbled street is wet
With tears,
Down in the alley
Someone's getting felt up
Not how he
Wanted it to go
He thought he'd be
A little bit older
Somewhere along the way
The coughs got worse,
Six months later he was lying
Dead in the hearse
When he submerged
He wasn't prepared
Ripped from his body
Tumbling down the stairs
I witnessed his death
I watched his descent
Traumatized by demons
Living inside his head
He was a sadomasochist
Do-gooder pretender
An anti-Christ solipsist,
Selfish agenda
Flushed into the sewer
Down into the Styx,
Passed Socrates,
He was shooting the shit
He thought he was a Don Juan
Womanizer, manipulative
Pelvic-thrusting
Hypnotizer
Materialist, nihilist.
Objectifier--
Gone into the Second Circle,
Taste the fire.
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5. |
IT JUST IS
02:27
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There's nothing I can say
That you don't already know
It's all a ruse
It's all for show
I think I'm falling apart
You just keep laughing
I can't help but feel
That something bad is happening
I keep wailing
I keep yelling
I keep screaming
But nothing's helping
I'm lying in the hospital
I think I'm sinking
Through the floor
I feel myself falling
I can't believe it's actually
Over
I've never been so terrified
I see my life before my eyes
Every shitty thing I did
Every fuck I couldn't give
Most my waking moments spent
Faking on the internet
An ideal version of my life
I don't even recognize
Have you ever wondered
What it means?
It doesn't add up
To anything
Your life's defined by the machine
Then all the sudden
It comes to an end.
I'm groping metal edges
In the dark, in the nude
I dug myself a hole
Just to get away from you
I'm not who I am,
Just his replacement
I'm your fucking monkey
I'm your entertainment.
What will it take
For me to see
I am not
What I own?
I'm trapped inside
The machine
And I can't find
My way home
I feel myself fading
And I can't make it quit
My soul is fleeting
There's no stopping it
It's not a matter of why,
Or how it begins, or the
Way it ends,
It just is.
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6. |
FUNDAMENTAL CONDITION
02:14
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7. |
SECOND CIRCLE
02:28
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9. |
A CLAIRVOYANT BURNOUT
01:36
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(You can't scare me
You can't scare me
You can't scare me
Any-more)
My mind's gone
Out the door
My mind's gone
Out the door
My mind's gone
Out the door
Help me please
I can't take no more
My mind's gone
Out the door
My mind's gone
Out the door
My mind's gone
Out the door
You did it to me
I can't take no more
You got some new friends
How 'bout that?
How does it feel
To be friends with rats?
I don't care what you say
Can you please fucking
Go away?
I'm not
Gonna stop
You think
You're on top
I can tell you
That you're
Fucking not
I'm not
Gonna stop
You think
You're on top
I can tell you
That you're
Fucking not
Find a way
To idle the pain
Find a way
To addle your brain
With withered hands
And a bitter taste
They're moving on
I'm being erased
So much to say
In so little time
Lines that don't fit
Lines that don't rhyme
The words won't come
I can't describe
The strange sensation
Of feeling hollow inside
When you look back
On the life you led,
Are you really proud
Of anything you did?
What do you think?
Did you leave a mark?
You really always thought
You were so fucking smart
Isn't it funny
How in the end
You can just be nothing
All over again?
When you go,
You're already gone
You really didn't think,
You'd live for so long.
It'll be a guilty comfort
For the people you leave
Mark my words
Just you wait and see.
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Prom Sex Albany, New York
Noise-rock from upstate NY
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