1. |
Panoptician
02:40
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These days
Everywhere I look
Is concrete
Concrete
And in the center there is a tower
And in that tower there is a watchman
And in the center there is a tower
And in that tower there is a watchman
And there's ash on his pillow
Beer on his breath
And tears in his eyes
As he prays for death
And there's ash on his pillow
And beer on his breath
And tears in his eyes
As he prays for
Get to class
Be on time
Don't you dare
Speak out of line
Get to class
Be on time
Don't you dare
Think out of line
The shit they spew doesn't align
With the way you want to live your life
You pay for your prison
Twelve-grand per person
You bought the ticket
So pick your poison
And in the center there is a tower
And in that tower there is a watchman
And in the center there is a tower
And in that tower there is a watchman
He's the Panoptician
Panoptician
Panoptician
Panoptician
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2. |
The Bardo
02:00
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I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go
To the Bardo
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go
To the Bardo
Close my eyes
Just for one second
Chewed up and shit out
Into a new dimension
Slip into an ooze
Of infinite creation
Free-fallen from the top
Straight into the basement
Infinite yet empty
That's the way you oughta be
Show me how to keep my nose
And my conscience clean
I know
For sure
There's something pure
Inside of you
You lived your life with a subtle grace
And I still cry at the thought of your name
But when you live your life with a cold approach
You have no idea how much pain you impose
You're ignorant, you're just an ant
And you can forgive, and you can forget
But when you think, what good is that?
Why don't you refer to your epitaph?
Infinite yet empty
That's the way you oughta be
Show me how to keep my nose
and my conscious clean
And I pray that you'll pray for me
49 days and 7 weeks
Infinite yet empty
That's the way you oughta be
Show me how to keep my nose
and my conscious clean
And I pray that you'll pray for me
49 days and 7 weeks
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go
To the Bardo
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3. |
S.I.M.P.
01:56
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Was it you, or was it me?
Help me, please
I can't think straight
No, it's never easy
Close my eyes, I hate
What I'm seeing
Find a way to pass the time
You're alone, it's how you'll die
Find it hard to find a reason
Simply to continue breathing
I don't wanna
Forget about ya'
I don't wanna
Live without ya'
I hope that ya'
Don't forget to call
I was in it
For the long haul
Desperate for a conversation
Your words hurt like lacerations
It's funny thinking how I laughed
When you said that you'd hurt me bad
I know that I'm not on your mind
But I'll crawl back to you every fucking
I know that I'm not on your mind
But I'll crawl back every fucking time
Was it you, or was it me?
Help me, please
I can't think straight
No, it's never easy
Close my eyes, I hate
What I'm seeing
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4. |
Virus
01:46
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I'm not myself anymore
Just an observer
Everything I do
Is free of free will
I named this empty room
After you, after all
Tore my shirt and tied a noose
The knock shook loose
And I fell through the floor
And I go
Spin around, spin around, yeah
Spin around, spin around, yeah
Spin around, yeah
You can use me up
You can use me up
Girl, you can use me up
You can use me up
And throw me in the trash
Yeah
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5. |
Funeral Song
02:30
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I keep on losing sleep
Thinking about things
That are harmful to me
Last night in a blacked-out scene
A man was instructing me
To bash in my fucking skull
Blow my brains into the wall
I'm waking up shaking
Waking up shaking
Waking up shaking
Waking up shaking
Feeling colder
Day by day
Battling an urge
It won't go away
Tear apart the family
Blow off the roof
Take these pills
You're gonna make it through
I'll hold you like a gun
Known by few
Loved by none
In the corner of your vision
He's always there
Watching, waiting for you to fuck up
In this moment of brief reprieve
I can breathe a sigh of relief
But when my chair finally tips
Play this song at my service
Consumed by my past mistakes
I keep wondering what it will take
To kill off this neurosis
Making it difficult to exist
Is it real or a placebo?
The more you think, the less I know
I cannot take it
I cannot take it
I cannot take it
I cannot take it
A rolling door knob
A silhouette enters
He gives you a choice
Between a rope, a razor, and a gun
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6. |
Scanning (4U)
01:03
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7. |
DEMARCO-DRESSING FUCK
01:49
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Keep it clean, keep it clean
What you see, what you breathe
Keep it clean, keep it clean
What you hear, who you're near
Thinks he's niche, thinks he's neat
He's a fucker I wanna beat
You could tell from a glance
He's too tall for his pants
I don't trust him, never did
I heard he's been telling fibs
Spouting off about some girl
Fucking a guy on a cruise ship
Likes the Heads, fucks with Swans
I don't care, I want him gone
Don't you think I don't know
What the fuck is going on
Don't you think I don't know
What the fuck is going up
Don't you think I don't know
What the fuck is going up
I saw him biking up the street
With his short blue jeans
And his rolled-up cuffs
And I saw him biking up the street
With his short blue jeans
And his rolled-up cuffs
And I don't trust him, never did
I heard he's been telling fibs
Spouting off about some girl
Fucking a guy on a cruise ship
Likes the Heads, fucks with Swans
I don't care, I want him gone
Don't you think I don't know
What the fuck is going on
Keep it clean, keep it clean
What you see, what you breathe
Keep it clean, keep it clean
What you hear, who you're near
Thinks he's neat, thinks he's niche
He's a bitch I wanna beat
You could tell from a glance
He's too tall for his pants
Get some pants that fucking fit.
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8. |
Sobek
02:21
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Lord of Semen
Break the mould
If I killed you
Could I assume your form?
I'm so lanky, I could use some
Of your power, your testosterone
There's a certain fear in this day and age
Everyone's acting so afraid
Exercising their prudeness
Admit you want pussy
Admit you want dick
A call to action, spread your love
There's no such thing as fucking too much
Spread your love, spread your love
What are you waiting for?
Use each other up
Take me to Crocodilopolis
Imbue me with your courage
Sweat your beads into the Nile
Let me possess you for awhile
I am just a coward
But I am gonna take your power
Lord of semen
Break the mould
When I kill you
I'll assume your form
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