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Hodgepodge from the press. Baking up bullshit as our bread. Feeding us tasteless decadence. Failed to feud with the feds. I gobbled freedom up. The war machine's shiny best. Sparkling, sent to make a mess.
You're making out we're barely making ends. We're spitting back your medicine.
Looney toon presidents all fucking power mad. How long can they steep in revenge? Living with tendrils in the chest. Masses doomed to slow death. Awe struck and occupied. Staring till this shit hits it's end. Give it up. Human beings depend.
You're making out we're barely making ends. We're spitting back your medicine.
...And we bow...and we break...and we're filed away. So the sound that we make it's the only thing to keep us awake. Right now.
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Lazy Eye
03:52
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Called out from the grave. Whispering words to shake what you've learned as a slave. Minds erased away. You can't be the judge with a mouthful of sludge you're a fake. Tell me how does it feel?
You claim to be in with the saints. Hey Gabriel's saying you ain't. With a hiss and a spit at the gates. Hey how did we make this our fates? We bought in and it failed. Oh, we had to build a wall just to wail. Before you go and trick me again. Hey god don't make me lie to my friends.
Dregs let's all hang our heads and we'll march along in single files instead.
Fog filled shapes breaking shaky faiths at the seance. Channeling serpentine. Mastery engaged a pawn to pawn away. Our halos dripping with turpentine. Failed to fade away. Planned the great escape as a peon to endless industry. Modern waste enough to pace our freedom to bored eternities.
Dregs let's all hang our heads and we'll march along in single files instead.
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Cartoon Diet
02:31
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I guess the whole world's animated. Wasting energies they thought that they'd wasted. Put it back you pay if you break it. I'll bind your fears in duct tape.
You bark. I bite. I'm psychic I can make heads spin. I misquote the wrong lines. I'm not psycho I was just faking. Wanna tan my hide? I'll hide it you just lie dead. Another vote. The same guy. He likes it we all bide him.
Cockamamie mystery. Seeing what my eyes say they see. I do the dance but then I misstep the lead. How bored do you plan to be?
You bark. I bite. I'm psychic I can make heads spin. I misquote the wrong lines. I'm not psycho I was just faking. Wanna tan my hide? I'll hide it you just lie dead. Another vote. The same guy. He likes it we all bide him.
Maintain my focus on disinterest. I'm on a cartoon diet. Whoa, and it tastes so good I'm really into it like you said I would.
Well I bottle away the things that I say then I leave it open. When the things that I say they start getting away that bottle's broken.
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Mr. Mimic
01:29
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Well I'm not quite like you. I scratch to win. My thoughts control you again and again.
Stumbled through the nexus again thought I felt my brain stop. It was a spaced age feeling. The kraken wakened in a hissy fit my pulses beat fleeted. Bared hollowly waiting for the end to end. Revive my slumber. Laid masticated when the focus moved in.
Well I'm not quite like you. I scratch to win. My thoughts control you again and again.
They can't stand you or the shit you sling and if you change the channel I'll be there waiting. As soon as the kids tune in their minds start shaping and I'm there making the mold.
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No Wire Hangers
04:48
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Calling it quits. Can't believe it's come to this. Surface spreads to infinite. Dig in with with my fingertips. Cut it, hey don't cut it away, man. We might make it back again. When fire breathes water a wave of this hand takes away the permanence.
Howling cause we're part of the fray. Brought our bucket of blood. We got lost in the maze and stayed spun around for days on end. We finally wake it's throwing our heads into head spins.
Fashioned to fit. Ignorant and impotent. Scratch disaster off the list. We counted change to pay for this. Now it's flooded and it's breaking the gates, man. Bitter till the very end. Might as well make it a joke then beat it till it's good and dead.
Howling cause we're part of the fray. Brought our bucket of blood. We got lost in the maze and stayed spun around for days on end. We finally wake it's throwing our heads into head spins.
Gotta (gotta) getta (getta) little (little) light in the load. Baby won't buy it if you won't try it, don't know? Mama don't like it she says you gotta get it to go. Daddy's breaking he ain't making dough. Ray. Me.
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