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Who Holds My Head Down?
01:19
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Announcing Peace
02:24
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Announcing peace
The easiest bloodline to bathe in
Then wipe off with
Your noose and the next breath
What is real power?
Who holds my head down?
Is it invisible?
Or a hand attached to my own arm
You’ll split the continents
To find that they’ll reform
In the same mess you saw before
You’ll split the continents
And find no relief in new divisions, maps, or compasses
Who holds my head down?
Now I’m caught in the spill
Just like you will
Just like everyone has guilt
I’ll plead innocent to bide time
And see the fuse finish
I’m dying at 29
Just try and stop me
Man your suite and tie
Dressed in a trusted lie
To cast your ballots
For the end of the world
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I’m hungover from discordance
Exhausted with dismembering
So I do the only sensible thing
And attack the rhythm that starts the dance
Can you reconstruct the accident
Before the airbag became my death?
To quench the ash
Of your harvest consuming me
Dissolve before there is another word
Into my grossly passive revenge
So I do the only sensible thing
And attack the rhythm that starts the dance
I’m hungover from discordance
Exhausted with dismembering
Diverge so this variant in self-assurance
Can never re-emerge
Surviving only to repeatedly offend
And burn, burn the neighbor’s house again
And let another tithe of skin relinquish
To needless cauterizing
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I poured myself into you
Like gasoline onto the fire
Of a house that I hated (that I hated)
Cysts screech in my pockets
Of the foolish martyrdom in abstinence
Acceptance is so desperate
Let anyone bear witness
Make me impossible to misinterpret
But I'm only halfway
And my skin is still opaque
Love is the miracle that we fabricate
Drills whipped into a fever pitch
Fervent fratricide politics of body and mind
Accepting chest wounds with bliss
Romance is dead and I killed it
Romance is dead and I buried it
Inside the spinal fluid of leather-bound entries
Romance is dead and I killed it
I don't remember what it's like to feel this way anymore
I don't know how to act or what to do with myself
I'm going to explode
(Killed it, I killed it)
(Killed it, I buried it)
(Killed it, I killed it)
(Killed it, I buried it)
Love is the miracle that we fabricate
Drills whipped into a fever pitch
Fervent fratricide politics of body and mind
Accepting chest wounds with bliss
Take your fucking fake world
And detonate it
Love is the miracle that we fabricate
Love is the miracle that we fabricate
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5. |
Culture Architects
03:04
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Septic siren
Propagate in me
Broadcast festering in mad affection
For the amputee
Damaged silhouettes
Decaying clarity
We all drown in the tide
Yearning for that
Feeling once again
Can I go back?
I can't say it’d be any different
Obtuse and obdurate, we'd be here either way
Memories dance in startling static waves
Trite and intransigent, no change could even have a name to
Call itself, architect
To the culture of my mind
Waves of static misdirect
The influence and addiction intertwined
(Stuck rewinding)
Septic siren
Decaying clarity
Broadcast festering
Yearning for that feeling once again
Damaged silhouettes
Propagate in me
We all drown in the tide
In mad affection
Still rewinding x3
Trapped rewinding
In my mind
I'll never know
What was lost
To the evidence
Stuck rewinding
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6. |
Placebo
02:10
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7. |
Refugee Anatomy
04:34
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My grotesque empire of a body
This shrapnel shard capsule
I want escape
Deport me
Extract my citizenship in this civil war
I want out of it
Mind and flesh are one
One in the same
Of the documents in blood I scorch
Shred the evidence
That existence happened here
The air raid drills
Espionage pills
When can I be responsible?
When can I be capable?
Of retribution
Of salvation
Give me coup d’etat
Give me coup d’etat
Erase, capsize
My hands are full of empty life support
Erase, capsize
My hands are full
Full of empty life support
My grotesque empire of a body
This shrapnel shard capsule
I want escape
Deport me
Extract my citizenship in this civil war
I want out of it
Take my organs
Rip them out
Preserve them in ancient jars
Give me chances
Give me a second life
Give me coup d’etat
Give me my coup d’etat
Give me coup d’etat
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8. |
Reset Yourself to Zero
01:39
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Hey you
Just sink
You deserve it
Yes, yes this easily
You were doomed from the start
From the click of the button
The leaflet drop details how to disintegrate
And ways the pulse should act
Reset yourself to zero
Humble that racing insect heart
The questions you vote on are so irrelevant
Hey you (Hey you)
Just sink
Extinguish resolve
Your price sticker is your biography
You’ll never have the passwords
You’ll always take the barcodes
Your statistics are my parade
Reset yourself to zero
Humble that racing insect heart
The precious questions you vote on are so irrelevant
The leaflet drop details how to disintegrate
And ways the pulse should stop
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Activate me
Wake at the same time
For the same time
Fight for the same rinds
An infection
To stay sequenced
By these images
Pin my hopes
Pin my loves
My total social order on
The burden to become fact
To be reminded
Cherished by who?
Who sees me?
Everything is a device
Even you and I
Everything is a device
Even you and I
Activate me
Wake at the same time
For the same time
Echoing ourselves shamelessly
Wake at the same time
Even if not for the same fight
Just raise a limb and be fucking heard
Detach the islands in my mind
Let me go
Let me be free
Detach the islands in my mind
Let me go
Let me be free
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10. |
You Are the Ghost
03:15
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I hold nothing in my hands
And see no future
The emptiness is right but why
Can't I be content in my correctness?
There's no escaping the path because
In rejection it will flood
With disaster and the choices that never should have happened
You are the ghost
That I haunt
The specter I can't let sleep
Because
You'll never be less than the perfect fuel
For the most horrid
Solace eroding what's inside (me)
Exaggerate myself into being a target
Red stripes over skin
I know it covers nothing
But I'd rather forget
Just tell me you want to lose
Just release me
And say you'd rather be alone
These hardened flakes of disease
That entrench into my back
Reminders of when I'd set us up to breathe
But then just let it
Rot
Let it rot
There's no air in this factory
So let the pistons crush my
Dying lungs into dust
Crush them into fucking dust
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