1. |
The Gardener
04:19
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Petty mood swing
How'd it happen?
At the onset, it's still just my problem
Reprobation
Deep suspicion
At the onset, it needs some reflection
Sometimes I just pick at everything
Doesn't have to be reality
Inside, outside melts to bitter seas
Painting a horror
Good soil overtaken by the weeds
Choking out the roses of the field
Standing idly by around the scene
I am the gardener
(Drip of time, Green to Grey)
Petty mood swing
How'd it happen?
At the onset, it's still just my problem
Reprobation
Deep suspicion
At the onset, it needs some reflection
Wait again for nothing
Force a fever
Succomb
Seeking Failure
Succomb
Breeding doubts here
Succomb
Paranoia
Succomb
(broken)
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2. |
Theses
02:05
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3. |
Mulling About
01:43
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Set it ablaze
Disperse, yeah disperse
Mulling about
The curse yeah the curse yeah the curse yeah the curse yeah the curse yeah the curse yeah the curse yeah the curse
yeah yeah yeah
Tumbling down
My mind to a hearse
Torture myself
It hurts yeah it hurts yeah it hurts yeah it hurts yeah it hurts yeah it hurts yeah it hurts yeah it hurts
yeah yeah yeah
Look at yourself, you're a mess
Labeled food
Kicking feet
It starts again
Eating at me
Look at yourself, you're a mess
Intrude my thoughts
Paranoia clamps down
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4. |
Order
02:09
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Blue recognition fans bleak acceptance
War
Never bleeding
Fate
Running in the sand
Gun
Start the morning rush
It's burning down
Sieze allotted touch
It's churning out
You find yourself alone with half the blood you spit up yester-morning
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5. |
Fashion Week
02:04
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You break
(shopping mall)
I run
(alcohol)
to help
(all in all)
all's well
(rohypnol)
break down
(shopping mall)
hold out
(alcohol)
dark cloud
(all in all)
looms now
(rohypnol)
Folsom rots under reins of economy
High school fairy tales of catastrophe
"Fuck the fashion week", they said
"Fight the fashion till you're dead"
Wholesome blocks at the base of astronomy
Blackened comet tails cause catastrophe
"Fuck the fashion week", they said
"Fight the fashion till you're dead"
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6. |
Shrinking Window
02:55
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Rope
Aligns in depth
The shrinking window
A winding stair
Arrested pace
Patience makes the body work
Leaving me composed
Aging like a photograph
Leaving me exposed
Put yourself in range of hate
Sleep in the mud (I)
Buried in sand (I will)
Looks like a child
Feels like a lamb
Hold it above
Over your bread
Folding your clothes
Patting your head
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7. |
Vulgar Power
03:09
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8. |
Habsburgs
02:11
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Croak when you freeze cause it's fun to pretend when you feel it in your gut and you wait to dip in your fingers in the rice, anxious to be tried.
Focus on the Habsburgs
Bullets in the rice
Don't talk to me, I don't want to depend on the petty little gloves that you use to condemn the creatures in the rice, anxious to be fried.
Focus on the real
Bullets will suffice
Put your ducks in a row says the mother earth
Put your piss in a jar, dump it down your shirt
Lick your chops at the bones while you're looking at dirty graves
Seven weeks to resolve and you know it's hard
Lay down
(Hey learn your lesson) (Burn yourself)
Immortal rites
Take a brisk incline
In times of lies,
take a life of crime
Face down in rice
Drop some tears and cry
In times of dice,
Take your risk, then die
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9. |
Goggles
01:56
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Still just fighting for interest
It's always Monday in the same white dress
Look around
(look around)
Seeking change
(seeking change)
Hollowed out
(hollowed out)
Constant games
Yet I barely try to accomplish
the basic tasks that push me through the mist
Carrot prize
(carrot prize)
to your name
(to your name)
Soon to rot
(soon to rot)
coming days
Goggles strapped to hold tight
Grip the temple's base
Guard the eyes from sunlight
Temple's scaled to grey
If you wanna go up,
you'll have to leave me here
I've never cared so
Important faces come out,
say "You can be me too"
I've never cared though
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10. |
Grip
03:14
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Stubborn squeals on a plastic boat ride
Drag me across the floor
Better ways
Shake my fist at the vacuum blue skies
Lightning strikes the core
Hidden days
Carousel lights the endless fortnight
Whisks me to and fro
Bitter haze
Standing firm in the unseen riptide
Subtle shift in score
Foreign place
Grip falls away
A struggle to accept
I push it to the corners
I wanna see the end
I tow my freight
I drag it through the dirt
Harvest of my power
It's there it's mine to take
Pulsing through my veins
Blood in my hair
Blood in my hair
Blood in my teeth
Blood in my teeth
Blood in my stare
Blood in my stare
Blood in my teeth
Blood in my hair
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11. |
Blood
03:08
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