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Denialist
02:30
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DENIALIST
I want it, but I can’t have it
I deform reason
Let’s call it a hat trick
I speak in 6 & 7s
Unable to wade
Through my bullshit for you
Am I taking a jab at fools?
Do I prove you right with my perverse tongue?
I swear it’s all satire
But am I lost in character?
The maze has grown so high
The meaning has veered from sight
I am blind
The transparence that plagues us
The transience of man
Can you see through it?
Can you breathe new air?
Obsessed with nowhere
Let it derail you
I can treat you any way I want
With my “this means nothing” clutch
Is this still satire,
With an overflowing cup?
End.
If all of this has been self deception
If all of this has been an easy way out
We are stronger than we are petty
We are our own light
Guiding us home
Alone
If you see it
Is it worth it?
To run forth
Forget what we taught ourselves
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2. |
Nonagon
03:10
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NONAGON
They say that the mouse being trample by the beast
Is equally oppressed by neutrality
So I scream as I pound my fist on it hide
Break my wrist but the beast moves not an inch
You see where this is headed
Why do you stand watch?
What compels your stagnancy?
Isn’t this image enough to hook your eye?
What does it take to breathe empathy into your chest?
How can you take place in caging beauty?
We don’t care to see beyond our windows
We don’t care to see anything but our 9 to 5, oh no
The fortunate sons of the world
They are out for a midnight whirl
The rundown are yearning for scraps
Hoping crumbs fall from the kings lap
-Don’t you wonder why not to kill the king?
Of our minds and the clutch of society
To never stand in tides stirring delusion
To be wiser than turning your cheek until death
Do you see where this is headed?
Or just my gold watch?
What drives your existence?
Good health must mean that it’s fucking fine
Defection
You spit in the face of it all
Rejection
Of anything that isn’t lies or cheap
I guess the thought doesn’t meet most
Most are pissing in the wind
Paving strife for others
We’re such slaves to convention
You see where this is headed
Why do you stand watch?
What compels your stagnancy?
Isn’t this image enough?
What does it take to breathe empathy into your chest?
How can you take place in caging beauty?
This system is a serrated edge
We will sever until there nothing left
Can we find justifying ends to tie the means?
Or do we wait until bombs swipe our slate clean?
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3. |
Psychedelic Mouth
03:02
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PSYCHEDELIC MOUTH
We’re just scraping the bowls of our pipe dreams
Burning light with our noses in the corner
In room well lit and infinite
Making province on tradition and pocket lint
Painted skies, thick primer normalcy
Red meat and my bootstrap gumption
21 gun salute
To bid adieu to salvation
Perfect morons beat chests
For oxymoronic bliss
Star spangled smiles ain’t biased
Because god’s on our side, choke down the biggest lie
Belaboring naïveté
You trip on truth like a bad drug
In a life of severed tongues I’m taking cause with
My psychedelic mouth
Well you wrote the song that started the whole world dying
And I sing, sing, sing
We coexist in dissonance, you are the blindfold hymn
I’m the caged bird beating my lungs
And leave here breathless
I don’t mind
I cleanse these lungs of stale air
This nothing you cycle to us
No matter how long it takes
No matter if they collapse
Nor if I’m life or death of the matter
This is a matter of fact
Well you wrote the song that started the whole world dying
And I sing, sing, sing
We coexist in dissonance, you are the blindfold hymn
I’m the caged bird beating my lungs
Star spangled smiles ain’t biased
Because god’s on our side, choke down the biggest lie
Belaboring naïveté
You trip on truth like a bad drug
I distort the wool in your eyes, I’m taking cause with
My psychedelic mouth
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4. |
Baying
03:08
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BAYING
Baying
Rip out the chords
Piece by piece
Relentlessly
This crooked piano
My entirety
These acid wires
I push it for you
I push it for who?
That mirrored image I face
How funny? I finally face it
I’ll never reach contented
Can’t rest quondam nakedness
In fact I got my eye sold
On pathetic fools gold
Polish off simplicity
In a world insatiable
En masse pigeonholed
Hope for home is dead
And I’ll yell “run, save me please”
While you scale the trench
While you carry me on your back
As I slit your throat
We never wanted more than destitution of truth
(Now neuroticism is the salted heal of which I lick
I know better and that’s what creates the cycle
I know better that’s the undertow
That capsizing pull)
There’s a world compressed behind my eyes
I long to taste its air on my tongue
There’s a world I swear I’ve seen it
Composure no more, I’ve lost my self
Adhere to sleep and squander the day
We stole life from ourselves
Baying
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HACKSAW JIM DOUGAN VS. THE SHARP SHOOTER
Explain this shame, I feel I'm reaching for this
But my roots are solid, not separating from the past
I fear these dreams, because there I live what I wrote off
Peel me from the sheets,
I'm trying to start a new day
Trying may be where I'm wrong
But what can I do when time's not mine?
It will soon be gone
Always straying off course
Never comprehend what's real until it’s dead
The drunkard in me is floored
The saint in me says "Find reason"
Always straying off course
Never comprehend what's real until it has died
The drunkard in me is floored
The saint in me says "Find reason while you’re alive"
I can't shake this sick yearn
I can't leave the silence I'm left with
If there's something I haven't done
I will never know
You grant me such heights, but I don't exist here
I'd never be here without, well that's just too much
I was hit with an anxious burn yesterday, leave it alone
I can't shade this ghost, and I am so sorry
Sorry may mean I'm too far gone
But what could I do for the pain I've caused?
I'm just undone
Like I'm heading for a hearse
Always find myself lurching and writhing, but why?
I never left what I adored
I, the coward avoids pride tonight
'Cause it's all I have learned
And this logic leaves me rejected
If there is something I can do
Let it breathe through me
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6. |
Charles Beerkowski
02:33
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CHARLES BEERKOWSKI
Let me cheat death like I do
I’ve been leaving with his cash
Laughing on a path of spines
Built of friends and foes alike
I’m aware it’s a long con
I’m aware of the clock
It’s arms wave not welcome
I know I’ll be won
I want to taste life with god’s tongue
Forget the wicked things I’ve done
Oh how it gets thrown back at you
The ebb and flow or swell and decay
Each plan you made, love betrayed
There’s always someone to say
You’ve been wrong from their grave
You towed the line dragging
The world to salvation
I walked it like a tight rope
And step passed your head
I’ll never understand my willing ignorance
Now all my fucking friends are dead
We were the well of poison thoughts
I’m still in that womb of us
Your memory pulls from beneath
Mourning perverts belief
Cut my leash please
Let me get my grin
No masters in a place this cold
What singes our means to the world?
Can’t quench my thirst nor spit shine fate
One for you and one for me
One for you and one for me
One for you and one for me
And not just because you are buying my drink
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7. |
White Wolf
04:08
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WHITE WOLF
I have focused my life
To doing opposite of the well intentioned billboard marquee
Never drag ropes deep
Can’t afford introspect derailing
I greased the floor under the crutch of hope
My means are whatever I decided
I decide to devise deceit
And all my dry wit
Got me nowhere but lit
In a room full of nihilistic whims
They all follow me as friends
They all follow me as friends
It’s passed time
The clock hand just drags me on my way
It’s due time
She’ll call me a pig and I won’t call her at all
Because I just want to play
Spare me your virtue, it gave me away
I just want to play
Where the butcher knows my name
I just want to play
Masturbate my ego with a lay in the hay
A life in the dirt
And chains to latch to your throat
Are you soured? Rotted with frustration?
I never wanted more that control of your door
Your ins and outs, your ins and outs
I never tried unless biting blessed hand
I wear your merits like a crown
Thorn laden deceiver defender and I am proud
You stir and I’m stiff, oh the climax of insidiousness
I am all there is, you better believe it
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8. |
Eleanor Abernathy
03:39
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ELEANOR ABERNATHY
I take your bible belt and tie it around my throat
I make these jokes to get off; you make this whole life a joke
For those built of sympathy, those of thoughts unsold
A gun on your belt and the good word on your mantel
Now that I’ve got your attention
In the most brash of fashion
Wipe your masters from your chin
Look them in the eye and try to reason with them
You see the sky as closed as it is open
And in the space given your creed, your color, your pride
That white picket fence just beyond your window
Is that the spine of God keeping you safe and sound?
Is that suit on your television selling you happiness?
Calls are online, these lines are beyond blurred
Let us pat ourselves on the back right in to the grave
Every day you prayed
All the money you saved
In your homes feeling safe
For turning cheek sake
The picture is far bigger than we know
And just because you don’t look at it
Doesn’t mean it doesn’t look at you
How fortunate, how fortunate
Claiming your innocence
Does nothing to help a victim
We hide behind our truths
Like blind eyes cast in stone
Well equipped to live alone in company
Stay the course or plow the weed
What if I said we need you?
I swear we need each other
But to coexist it seems to be both of us slitting wrist
Or a gaping space to swallow the day and leave no remains
A feast or famine, we ration rationale
How fortunate, how fortunate
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9. |
Hermit Head
03:23
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HERMIT HEAD
It’s too much to ask for and it’s too much to long for
An understanding to shroud and expand from within
You’ll say “you do this to keep yourself from getting better”
Well I wish I had that rehashed irony to spew
To long for a simple box to throw myself in just as you
I believe some people are better set for that type of living, that type of dying
I can’t say it in anyway different then the other times
I can’t paint the void; can’t keep falling out that endless exit
I can’t blame my father, I felt estranged even before his absence
Can’t blame any wars we wage even if it adds to the bother
Ignorance makes us walk in ant lines into death
Arrogance makes us believe we’re at no fault in anything
Madness lets us reason caging beauty; ensnaring peace
And confusion’s a scapegoat to bide time until ab&c get us
Self absorbed in my obsession for something bigger
Tilting too many of these scales knowing there’s not
You say “you believe in love, you say it all the time”
Yet those words break my heart ‘cause the world betrays us all the time
Let us scribble little notes saying “cling my brothers and sisters”
Loneliness driven far beyond an extent I can fathom
Some friends carry their best days in ecstasy spines
Some friends are breathing their best nights this week
But for the exposed the “best”; that monolith of a title
It’s too much to ask for, it’s too much to long for
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10. |
Second Wind
03:51
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SECOND WIND
Old nerves twitching
Use to the gnawing jaw we’ve made of life
I gain grasp of the mouth
Where it seeds it’s means into me
I rip it away from me
Is this an epiphany or a curse in my mind?
To choose the latter
Allows me to leave far too much behind
So it’s back to the march
Trying to believe hope is not stillborn
With all my uncertainty
Trying to look past these chameleons
So it’s back to the march
Trying to believe hope is not stillborn
I try to catch my breath
For there is change or death approaching
A second wind is coming
I try to hold on to convictions in bloom of malignance
They shake, I shutter with stuttered breath
Revolutions breached our bones
We’re soon to meet home one way or another
But you can’t give up the reigns
If you think this is a dream, hold on
We are tired and we’re weary
But fresh eyes aren’t promised when life capsizes
And if oblivion or nirvana makes it more so worthless
You’re burying your sons
Your daughters are being burnt
By rapacious men with emptying eyes
Are you as barren as them or do you
Replenish drying hearts for bleeding minds?
Break down constructs of cruelty
No longer grease our gears with poison tradition
No more joining hands just to break our wrists
We were born fighting sons with knuckles white
Vacant eyes, clouded mind
Dice in our cynic hands weighed by motives not ours
Cling to life for your excepting mother’s eyes
Cling for we’ll still reach nowhere just the same
There’s a second wind coming
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