1. |
Cuck
01:12
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2. |
Slug
03:27
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I’m like a bird, I wanna fly away
Watch me fly
I, I need something to do
Cause I’m so fucking bored now
Thinking about you
But you, you got out of the way
I guess there’s nothing to say now
It’s so hard to relate
Can you feel it, can you feel it now
Can you feel the walls they close around you
Like a fever, like a fever now
Like a fever burning in my room
I’m loosing feeling, loosing feeling now
I’m only feeling cause there’s nothing to do
Sludge, it’s where I belong
Sticking in the sludge
It’s where I belong
I, I got something to prove
But it’s so hard to move now
It’s seems to come with the view
I got a view without you in the way
Ooh, left with nothing to say
Can you feel it, can you feel it now
Can you feel the walls they close around you
Like a fever, like a fever now
Like a fever burning in my room
I’m loosing feeling, loosing feeling now
I’m only feeling cause there’s nothing to do
I hope things get better
Down below baby things get better
I hope things get better now
Down below things get better
I hope things get better
I hope things get better now
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3. |
Philly
04:48
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Hiding in the shadows
Safe from the light
Reflection-less windows
You can see right inside
But I am Adjacent
to what’s underneath the basement
I’ve got a chemical arrangement
Shove it in my face cause I’m low
Low, the lowest of lows that I know
I might disintegrate just for tonight
When I survive, I’ll return to turn out the lights
That’s all right there to bright
I, I want more
Much more than I can afford I’m sure
When I get bored, the silence I cannot endure no more
So I’ll put some make believe voices inside of me
Kill me with sympathy, to put it so simply low, low, the lowest of lows that I know
I might disintegrate just for tonight
When I survive, I’ll return to turn out the lights
That’s all right there to bright
I might, disintegrate, disintegrate
When I survive, I’ll return to turn out the lights
That’s all right there too bright
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4. |
Two Step
03:58
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Let’s take to step, take two steps in the wrong way
Overdressed, over dressed and under payed
This life’s a book, flipping through it page by page
It’s all I know, better than standing in place
The wrong way
Let’s take two step, take two steps in the wrong way
Underdressed, underdressed their overpaid
It’s hard to look, the clock is starting in my face
It’s all I know, better than standing in place
The wrong way
I was born in the summer time
Let’s get lost in the winters cold
With each step I walk the line
These mirrored lines made of smoke
I was born in the summer time
Let’s get lost in the winters cold
With each step I walk the line
These mirrored lines made of smoke
Let’s take two step, take two step in the wrong way
Underdressed, underdressed their overpaid
This life’s a book, flipping through it page by page
It’s all I know, better than standing in place
The wrong way
I trip on myself, I trip on myself, I trip on myself
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5. |
Pointer Finger
05:14
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practice self control
I like to bend and fold
This game of life I’m told
it’s never ending
Oh like a centerfold
Thin lines a picture told
The world big and cold
We’re condescending
Take my time
It’s fine, to walk the back road line
To slow, I know
It’s just one way to go
I hope you see
how you’ve effected me
The way you seem to point your finger at me
Stand up and leave
You were to close to me
This trampoline will bounce me higher than you
So strange, these days
You’ve done nothing wrong
I know, no ones to blame
No ones to blame
Strange days
All I feel, nothing is real
There’s nothing to steal
Oh I know, done nothing wrong
Done nothing wrong
hope you see
how you’ve effected me
The way you seem to point your finger at me
Stand up and leave
You were to close to me
This trampoline will bounce me higher than you
I hope you know
It’s hard to see you go
But I do t need someone like that around
Stand up and leave
It’s so strange to me
The way you seem
to point your finger at me
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6. |
Sleeper
04:36
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I can’t keep sleeping in
Everything just slows me down
Untamed time traveling
I watch the clock still spin
Round
Nothing holds me close
Like the heart of an artichoke
A work of art that can’t be broke
I let the paint sink in
Now
To slow to be a race car driving
These turns just throw me off
There’s more to life than just surviving
But watch me fall asleep
Eyelids so paper thin
All the lights work better off
This race not meant to win
I’m stuck where I begin
Down
something holds me close
Like the heart of an artichoke
Life is seemingly just one big joke
I laugh the day away
Now
To slow to be a race car driving
These turns just throw me off
There’s more to life than just surviving
But watch me fall asleep
Watch me fall asleep again
Watch me fall asleep
Watch me fall asleep again
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