1. |
Missing Person's Report
05:19
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Talk about the beginning
And the end of your vows
Constellations tell you facts fucker
Truth furrows your brow
Talk about leaving silhouettes lying down in your wake
Prepare for an all night party and keep everything you take
Join the club, im the leader, take a seat, I'm your reader
Lost your way, I'm your seeker, ride the newly sun, I'm your empathetic
Speaker, out my headphones hear your voice but you ain't round
Out of body ever present leaving all the players for your incandescence
A wholly automatic automated celebrated
Totalitated connected and hydrated
Fountain of everything, drink from the waters and receive nothing
Tell me that there's ideas there, I need the mind of opening
My faded logic erases the temple of sanctum in the wheat field
My bleeding heart builds the wright construction of the unsealed
Big bang for the finisher, bad words for the disher
Only take a minute for the shit to hammer home in a world where our blood's counted in kilo bytes and ohms
Tell the man you're ready, tell the doctor you're steady
They don't know that they're plotting an attack on the people that arrange narratives with thumbtacks
I got the plague, do you want some? you loathe it but in the end you'll succumb
The futures past the last corner are you ready for the battalion of progress retentive coroners?
I don't understand it, we tried our best
But to some consistency in ideas is what's worth a test
Gratis events when the creator feels generous, and still gets fucked by the ones who exude malevolence
The death of the author, the deaths of the artists
Everybody's dying but the cash is rolling in to stop the writer from crying
Blue and red, calling out the songs of the pure breds
187 and a 11-44 at the place of residency of some guy in his 20s
He was shot in the back sitting at his desk, with the chair on the ground and the fibers a speck
Cops got there too late, he didn't leave a trace, the suspect gone nowhere and the man without a face
Scattered around the room were his paintings and records the only thing that got untouched was his safe full of more hoards of money, diamonds, checks for the bank
A rolex watch, and the only thing stolen was the keys to his think tank
On his desk was a computer filled with social media accounts each one of them relating to a steady follower count
He made music, released it to the public, they listened once and then proceeded to tell him to shove it
You had your chance, now get the fuck into your lane
Stop fuckin around or we'll be forced to bring the pain
He said okay, and did it again
Next thing you know he's dead in the end
Police left the place, and gave up the chase
Left the body there to rot away and stink up the place
A year later the custodian opens his door
And a finds a small compact disc where his body was before
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2. |
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Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with a netscape glow
Try not to die with an orinico flow
Wednesday is my day to live in the 6x8
Thursday I've gone far when the gone guards show up late
Cali meets Quentin, introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off the measly dough and makeout the John Doe
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
One three foresight for finale
Five six ate the fruit of denali
Nine tentative lies for back alleys
Nineteen seventy nixon Death Valley
36 inch ran them hand off
Drive slow lynch face them mind off
David looks and sees them kind off
Impossible precision pick off
Cash the check for a newlywed lie down in the block with a newly hemmed
Jump ship when you walk off the dock hey one way
Go in never leave and they keep you none paid
Possessions possessed by the people
You detest
Full of felony and the jay walk reset
Judging by your faults I'd say you're due
Repair your mind and shove it in that's cool
48 feet not lovin that's cool
Think you're out in a bit that's new
Wolves on the prowl back home that's you
Free card don't work here bye bye adieu
Here nor there you're not going no way
We're carving you a mold alert it's all gray
Just like the thoughts of lockedgenarians
Dormant and solemn till the call of the clarion
Cali meets Quentin, introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off the measly dough and makeout the John Doe
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
Pacing around my square number 1031 printed on the door
Workspace with no square feet and my walls are lined with my missing drawers
The table turns while my record churns
My collection gone while my eyes learn
My work is done count eyes they're none
Walk along the edge and my cash is bum
Talk along the guards are gone and now I work til they come back
Knock upon the walls I'm a pawn castle walls got me catchin flack
The people need the constant flow and I'm only giving up an inch of slack
Three walls and a window too bad I got the blinds opened up a crack
Na na na na na na is all I got leanin up to my cv
Chatter for days and all I've got is what I got on tv
La la la la la la la is all I hear walking down the street of sidewalks
Cars don't go here I don't go here I'm just goin off the deadlock
Up the track, and now we've got the knack too bad the guys don't know that our lives are cut back
Locked inside my life inside my dingey shack
Disciples enroute to the total lie while I'm left inside, who's the real tau
Private peers know that my face is off content inside's based upon the dow
Watch my peephole in the night
Open up my slot I might
Tell you my life story alright
You shut my cell up in delight
You laugh and hit the night alive
Ill make the product out of spite
The grave of us on which you jive
When I leave you have just arrived
Imma do it well, from the cradle to these other places
Representing my opinions in my words but not my faces
Ring the bell for a town I skipped, no holds barred for me
Except the bars that i built to box inside for thee
Click clack of a keyed clink they walk beside without seein me
Puppy eyes got cliched ain't no problems that ain't solved being me
The walls torn you see me lookin like I got no chance
So look away go back to bed and do my song and dance
Eyes look but don't read shit recollect my jaw don't heed this
When they come for my legs let em bleed this
Sunken eyes got my teeth fixed door outside don't got the wreath fixed
Surface level got beneath mixed
Sandy laced vision the split decision obscured by the quick revision
Of a work marked by pale attention got a mark of my vague intention
Write about my tell tale dissension
Think about the pretension
321 now the lies ending hypocritical thoughts and I'm still pretending
That I think straight please don't hate won't take the trait gotta new bait
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Wednesday is my day to live in the 6x8
Thursday I've gone far when the gone guards show up late
Cali meets Quentin, introduce the cash lane
Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame
Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts
Our living is killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off the measly dough and makeout the John Doe
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
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3. |
Ants
02:30
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The ants continue their odyssey on the walls around me
I'm living like I've never lived before on a trip to the places that don't astound me
Cookie crumbs pile up on a one way trail to my endgame
Follow it to the destination and you'll find me looking ahead at the dust on the mainframe
Laugh it up with some friends we got the whole thing figured out
Till someone drops the ball and we all take our fingers out
And point them at each other it's a game of second guessing
Who knew that the best rewards and reliefs would come from allegedly confessing
To things I didn't know were possible, it's crazy how these things go
Gone in an instantly vanishing cloud that makes me hold your heads low
To view the concrete, tell me how your concealed soul feels
Measure your heartbeat in the backseat, now tell me how your pigeonhole feels
Sitting at my desk I get a sense of the world's flow
You take a single solitary piece of it and feel the stones thrown
I leave my room for the first time in a while to go find something to do
And only find more ants scaling up my walls to infect and intrude
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4. |
gMicr4T9
01:33
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[instrumental]
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5. |
Jamslaps
04:02
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Hit it up and then you got jamslaps
Modify it and now you got jamslaps
The glitch is so blasé we on that jamslaps
Obscuring what we don't wanna see it's all jamslaps
Hit it up and then you got jamslaps
Modify it and now you got jamslaps
The glitch is so blasé we on that jamslaps
Obscuring what we don't wanna see it's all jamslaps
I don't blink anymore I can't fucking see
The only thing left open is my mouth I can't fucking read
Scroll down the aesthetic is too thick
With more drown in the filter it's too slick
Venereal virus vacant lot skeletal bars
Salad bar take it off dressing for fading stars
Imperatively dressed for failure
Level headed freak with no aspiration or savior
Instant graph of glossy contour finish
Sell for gram nine out of ten keep cynic
Tick clock tick bite night fight in the night light
Neon eye bleeders infiltrate the vogue, sarcastic to add I might
Vapor trails and crop dusting no foresight or awareness
Ain't serious just food for thought spread careless
Going hungry got a new friend to keep me company
Starvation coming near he pretends to be who I'm not so humbly
Throw caution to the wind and I'm choking off the drift
Plastic bag stories covering my sight and creating a rift
Hit it up and then you got jamslaps
Modify it and now you got jamslaps
The glitch is so blasé we on that jamslaps
Obscuring what we don't wanna see it's all jamslaps
Hit it up and then you got jamslaps
Modify it and now you got jamslaps
The glitch is so blasé we on that jamslaps
Obscuring what we don't wanna see it's all jamslaps
Close my eyes and the lights inside ain't bright out
Melting walls and my surveyor's got its eyes out
Night out on the town and I'm stayin on my death bed
Communications strained when my status ain't ascend
Dead drop i drop we drop when the iron's hot
Listen to em tell me opportunities I ain't got
My space is invaded not my fault it's just their fun
Their taste is pervaded catch the wave it's here and done
Quick micro fraction of existence off my hard drive
Intellivations tell me that it's intellect that will not thrive
Endless names with no faces got nowhere to turn
Endless flames with no basics got chances to learn
Alter ego trip on my company time
Autumn leaves fall flat on my lifetime
Online branches influence this anytime
Conducive environment stimulates my pastime
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6. |
The Ground Under My Feet
02:53
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Top floor collapsing shaft
Elevation prevention of the gaffe
Brown grass where my food grows and the worn dirt outlasts
Antecedent rip won't heed it end coming quicker than they thought won't need it
Children missing and chances missing we all gotta look for em without sneak dissing
The throne of exclusivity the zone of insensitivity
The gnome on your lawn very poor example of your mainline intrinsic subjectivity
Burnt off tastebuds from my new goalpost tear down the walls even
Though I'll make sure that this tentpole sets off the flame in these halls
Walk off the streets envelope the heat
Never wanna take from the dirty ground quick jog around the fakes and I'm never found hey
Watch where you're stepping my friend there's new gold brewed every second my right facing bookend
Alchemical ridicule of the backwards cuticle superficially insanitary reign of my crucible
Never let my marathon get outpaced my gravy train jump on and get disgraced
Electricity charging my wick keep marching while y'all keep starving venerate the never seen margin
Esoteric feelings distressed handling isomeric dealings suppressed
Two parts make whole thirteen tracks makes gold don't at me but I let all the fiends go
Click click click click click click click click until I let the community know
The ground under my feet is falling out
The ground under my feet is falling out
The ground under my feet is falling out
The ground under my feet is falling out
The town when I greet is stalling me
The frown who I meet is stalking me
The town when I greet is stalling me
The frown who I meet is stalking me
The ground under my feet is falling out
The ground under my feet is falling out
The ground under my feet is falling out
The ground under my feet is falling out
Braggadocios teeth when I strike the prey
Pray for me when I treat all the ideas like clay
Sound the bells when I gotta problem telling me to calm down ain't an option
I never thought like this before
I never saw like this before
Peel back the curtain and my eyes are clean
Putting on the show for the kids like me
Never wanna be
Somethin less than what I see
Workin for waterfalls
Flip the sights on unblinking eyeballs
Undo the dirt underneath my soul
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7. |
EPCOT
03:49
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Paper walls with my brand new home appliances
Unending calls from the home association scientists
Walk the talk and see all of my lovely friends and colleagues
Today is work tomorrow play and then we get some coffees
Under the shade I buy my new sink and my groceries
Camera lens on the wife while she counts her fading rosary
Day in, and day out, we walk along the gallery
And take in, and take out, the punch card for our salary
Drive in, and drive out, the underground's our new home
And live in, and live out, our lives under the dome
Right in, and right out, the door to my location
And move in, and move out, the furniture for new rotation
Day in day out day in day out day in day out day in day out
Thursday game night with the family we got our chips out
Sweet talk employers hope they don't see me holding my script out
Normal day with normal stuff but I got a whiff of something
Everybody's lookin like they're one hello away from hunting
Telegraph incoming from the state get the fuck out or face the consequence
A city with no problems that's an insult of our confidence
An eye twitch with a slight twist and the tomorrow visions are nada
First shell that touched down gave quick flashes of the visage of stigmata
The mouse singers cry and they barricade their homes
The city center's gone and businesses don't got loans
The wolf inside the wall is your ally you know he really needs you
Or else you'll face the mob outside you know they really want to meet you
Crumbling vistas with a smack of beauty, foundation's fucked riots your duty
Who's the villain them or us, W E D or L B J entrust
The lifeline tracks ablaze while the executives count their days
EPCOT's falling apart when they drop all the hollow shots from the hilltop
Nanking of the hill drop off from the bill from the fire to the grill stay in the cave from the chill
Winter coming early on the spot we make a clot the rats are stuck inside let em rot
Have your fun living nice on the run people look and they shun family gone now the glaze is done
Betrayal from above and the interior look the man in the eye call him your superior
Now pause
The city of the future's now a relic of the past
Now we live in the maintenance tunnel living off the trash
Ambitions gone and now we got the park for the smash
Day in, and day out, we walk along the gallery
And take in, and take out, the punch card for our salary
Drive in, and drive out, the underground's our new home
And live in, and live out, our lives under the dome
Right in, and right out, the door to my location
And move in, and move out, the furniture for new rotation
Day in day out day in day out day in day out day in day out
The compounds reached its end
And the sky is beneath our heads
We're all outta this place
And now we're erased
The collapse of the family
The creation of the legacy
We stare down at who's left
And see them stare back down
Day in, and day out, we walk along the gallery
And take in, and take out, the punch card for our salary
Drive in, and drive out, the underground's our new home
And live in, and live out, our lives under the dome
Right in, and right out, the door to my location
And move in, and move out, the furniture for new rotation
Day in day out day in day out day in day out day in day out
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8. |
Chimer
04:36
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Conversations on identity while I impersonate
Can't tell them the future but I sure can incentivate
Debates on generosity while I supplicate
Offer new solutions that'll fail, but we'll acclimate
Misty hazed lens wiped off in a jiffy
The stalker looks in the mirror and sees the liar gettin busy
Para-dime and a nickel for shiftin my opinion
Why pick a side when you can stay in your dominion
Treetop message from the clouds above saying make your decision or you will to be disposed of
A hot head with a cold streak, where's the hatred
Firmly footed on the ledge tipping point passed wasted
Time doing nothing, run off in the whip from the outside
World for trying to encourage us to our backslide
Down the hill towards the jaws of a cracked curbside
By side to the mansion where I'll be sitting in a life of misguide
Sitting on the side of the road my friend comes up to me
He says how you doin and I say get away from me
I'm tired of being in the cockpit without keys in ignition
A group of hypocrites with hypothetical cognition
I tell him I need a new education
Not for arts but for the things where science didn't see a causation
We evolved too slow and now we're eating the future's dust
Literal figurations of the people on the inside of the robust
You're talking crazy man, I don't know what you're saying man
We're getting linked together man, what're you conveying man
I can keep in touch with my buddies and see what they're all up to
We're gonna get some coffee later today, why have you withdrew
I think about it for a second and I don't have an answer
I walk defeated off to the side while my friend quits the banter
He walks up and says can I help you man
I quit the facade and I say it straight to him I say
I got no idea what my future holds
I'm blaming all my problems, on the things that harm you and me
I got more friends than I need at once
I know the face, but I don't know the name
I don't think there's anything really wrong
Or at least, not just with me
I'm saying no to the things that help me the most
A new sincerity, with a new lack of clarity
Gots no way to find out what's right to do
Well I guess I'll try and figure it out now
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9. |
sMoogBP
02:31
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[instrumental]
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10. |
The J
07:13
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Well I'm in the Yellow Light District and now I've passed it
They saw the lights and slowed down but I said fuck it and gassed it
Went through in five seconds flat, no stops
Stuck on the other side, and I miss it, give it props
In the rear view mirror I see time slow down
The type of place that makes you want to skip your own town
Live slow and die slow, long tunnel with no light
Didn't realize it at first so I'll just blame my nearsight
Well i've passed yesterday and I want to go back
Miss the minutes I spent there, should've stayed for a snack
X-ray goggles viewed with rose tinted glasses
Seems like I'm the only one who didn't leave with the masses
Outside of favour and outside of time
I noticed the facade and undetected grime
The crumbling faces of the past and time unspent
Fading just like memories of another year's Christmas present
I'm frightened of the now because I know what happens next
The state of the future is what my past life reflects
Well i've passed yesterday and I want to go back
Miss the minutes I spent there, should've stayed for a snack
X-ray goggles viewed with nostalgic glasses
Seems like I'm the only one who didn't walk with the masses
View changes and you watch the daylight give way to the moon
Holed up in your escape now watch the evils you know get immune
I'm five hundred miles past and the sun beats down like noon
I'm sorry man, but the power you bring ain't enough to change these dunes
Glassed over eyelids open up to show my concentrated truth rays
Sand is not my forerunner I don't associate with those days
Look right through me and all you get is the desert beyond my daze
My waters running out the heat pounds and I'm stuck in the haze
I'm frightened of the now because I know what happens next
The state of the future's what my past life reflects
I'm frightened of the now because I know what happens next
The state of the future's what my past life reflects
I'm frightened of the specters on my road I need a guide for the way
I'm going to the edge of my life and I won't stop till I'm primer gray
My friends always told me that I'm going nowhere with my searching
Jokes on them nowheres the final stop for my tossing and turning
The neon signs tell me where not to go while the graffiti does
The rubble pours up on the grass
Chalk dust in the outline of a building
The leaves on the trees have caught fire
The next town's got a motel and nothing more
The semi's are closing in to the sides, and the highways as above and so below
The gps maps the roads and my nervous system
Too bad the streets don't feel anything
The air flows through our bodies and back out
Circulated by the ac out and back into our lungs in the same way
Fences put up to block the outside
The sun falls and you can't see anything
The day arrives and there's nothing to see
This road stop stretches for miles
It's 3 a.m., kinda dizzy, and I can't see the end
Remember having remembered hearing the song years ago
I miss when I had nostalgia over nostalgia
A blessing in disguise coming from the higher powers
April showers bring cold pines so stop and smell the flowers
Does the rain fall when the rain man plea
Dances at the masked ball and not the jamboree
Life of bakshi and the death of banshees
And the median does see past the gloam and agrees
That the mean is not the mode and that borrowed money's owed
And the esprit of emcees is the imploded mother lode
Origination of excellence is the destination of my exigence
Self improvement for my soul and I don't need markings on the residence
I'm living off the fellowship of killing off the ego trip
Nothing's on my mind and there's a tundra in my brain
Holding synapses accountable for lack of inward pain
A sprained moral compass and I don't got a magnet
Im walkin on the sidewalk to a life of open caskets
Ask him where the hell i'm going he's got the answers
Find out who's in charge really, me or the chances
Don't tell me where to go man I'll drift on my own terms
Either find the man himself or meet the one that's got the goat horns
Or maybe multi limb-ited edition holy mountain superficial
The moles inside my eyes see the difference but ain't prejudicial
Little death cum nirvana I'm starvin off the food I bring
The desert floor ain't warm enough to fend the mood I bring
The connection that I gots too cold to show the prude you've been
Who do I believe the one that shows me how skewed you've been
Or the one that tells me nothing, living silent by the decade
Sure ain't keeping track of em but he's the one that's got it made
Marionetter by trade and arranger by necessity
Do we trust him or leave him to the dust, what's the prophecy
I ponder all these problems while the desert snakes circle me
I've searched enough now that the god above's forsaken thee
See you on the other side whether that's here or there
You write my words down in your memoirs in your armchair
Your ideology of others has now been made stunning
While my fatal search for the ending has ended in nothing
I'm frightened of the now cause I know what happens next
The state of the future's what my past life reflects
And I'm frightened of the now cause I know what happens next
The state of the futures what my past life reflects
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11. |
How Ironic
04:45
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How ironic that I'm yelling at the phonies in the mirror
How ironic that I'm cookin off the concrete in december
How ironic that you're learning the faults but still contemplate em
How ironic that compound's your canvas but you'll never paint em
How ironic that my scenes through lines bleed through
Exposing your brain functions in a paper ruse
But to me it's all a joke see I say pointing at the microphone that's wired to the radio
Hidden camera shows nature of manifesto
Slowed down living with a sunset wallpaper
Computer got the answers to my soul but not the newspaper
See, isn't that a fallacy my mind says yes to thirty years ago but my heart lacks the agency
To discern between agencies
My enjoyment that I seek is neutered by hypocrisy I speak
How ironic that you only use your ears for singing out of rhythm
How ironic that you've never called us your friend
How ironic that we're alive without a care in existence
How ironic that the pain comes from within
Meta narratives can go die alone asa nisi masa heritage where I've cried alone
Soothing sounds and sights two dimensional heights laced with turpentine lights
Burning bright meets the end glitch is gone meet my friend
Narrow stream gotta leave carve my valley climb my trees
Oh no, frío got me chilly needle bandera got me chili
Take a trip on the easy street, you don't really like it just pretend take a seat
"oh I only really like it cuz it's awful"
"they're a guilty pleasure showing that you care is unlawful"
"don't worry man im legit it's all ironic"
"that one thing that I hate it's so iconic"
Dont worry bout your following, they're all ironic
Tell it through your mask that I'm so iconic
We say you're not a blunder, but we're all ironic
Nobody to keep you remembered you're not iconic
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12. |
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(part 1: burial of the inside)
Pyrex made insides view the light and walk the endless trail
The path of height and the older years trading calm for my teeth and nail
Making nights of visions
Talking tongues ain't wishin
Alarm's don't make ambition
Not high definition but in
Certain circumstances the sharpness of it all won't calm me down
Until the microphones and lines decide to walk me down
The empty river flowing town glass places viewed above the radar
Interference interference on the streetcar
Celebration ends the moon leaves its spot
Two figureheads stare at each other but don't talk a lot
Removal of the outside influencers end up dead inside
The burial of the inside
Four square playground ain't a
Kid choose my own game
Tell me I'm not the only one who can't articulate my own name
And my fate my character breaks laugh my head off
In the mad house lookin at pollock before they chop me dead I scoff
One leg at a time still got the mob's attention
Pay attention
Pay attention
Too late to pay attention
Pay the plant flea tag the wall free
Knee needs a bandage, culturality to a fault of damage
Immortality or fatality both chosen hard to manage
See my life through all seeing eyes but see my thoughts through phrases
Quick fake exposé mirror take people's gazes
Concentrated on others garrison of the mind
Take the feeling in song and bury it inside
The friend of your friend is the enemy of my time
The mazes we crawl are carved by us, the winds that chime
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One year old year cold year my gold's near
Platinum coated linings influenza locked inside your ear
Fall asleep make the sheets wake up brush your teeth
Lightbulb flicker breaker up lightning strike cannot breathe
Hippocampus start the reel we made a deal
Make it fast and make it done before our meal
Lucid feelings dreamy days we all got caught inside the blaze
Didn't really cause a problem close your ears shut out the praise
Teletronic foreign ways tally marks count for the raise
Constant reapproval for communal need to reappraise
Never seen it done but it's a new fashion of living
Genesis of inspiration sole message from beginning
Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do
Only eight digits long and I got something to prove
Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw
Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue
Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do
Only eight digits long and I got something to prove
Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw
Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue
Tell me what I missed? is it nothing? then can it
You walk a fine line uninformed or one to cause a racket
Elated drones that catch their prey in transit
Slapdashery of the dishonest caught on candid
Got fifteen minutes watch for scabs that want their five
Interviewing of the soul and then you take it out on their live
Lihoods, why say no to creation for the hubris to survive
The cold winter of february again gonna thrive
Off the beats and dine on the heat
Telescopic views of streets the operational suite
Raise awareness that's sweet the independence of the niche
Carbon copy on the sheet instead of doing it discrete
I won't tell it again selling promise and amends
Can we get an amen misunderstanding businessmen
Tear it down we paste it up
More self made than a startup
Last known whereabouts unknown left up a 5 man throne
Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do
Only eight digits long and I got something to prove
Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw
Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue
Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do
Only eight digits long and I got something to prove
Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw
Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue
Only eight digits long
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13. |
You're The Man Now
03:53
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I walk out my door and the sky faces me
My future's in front of me and it's telling me
"when you see me again you won't be yourself"
Who's here to help me, am I really the man
Now?
See a ten year old sparkling face exploring the ways of now
Fog memories back up my projector, the shows over
Can't even decide which path to take, they both call my name
Finding people with my options open, am I really the man now?
Four year plan for a four year deficit, creatively bankrupt
We look around for answers but the master all along was the child
Grown up lies for a grown up tie, big shoes to fill
The father of the future came from the vision of the son
Late nights watching the stars rise and fall, making me smile
Car rides hearing sounds and shutting eyes down all the miles
Young lovers watching them cry and seeing the sky
Digging my hole before the moon catches up, am I really the man
Now?
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