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when the polar ice caps melt, luxury beach fronts washed away/ well the lead in the water coats our fluoridated brains/ nuclear warheads ready to go it gives the night a sickly glow/ you know there's nothing you can do when another day is coming for you
There's no way to follow through when everyday there's something new/ you always got more fat to chew/ when another day is coming for you/ the bad karma we accrue with every inhale that we use/ your student loans are coming due/ another day is coming for you
Carbon emissions are well our of our hands / brought to you by the same folks fracking stolen land/ well every vote cast it just can't decide between a shade of beige and a shade of white/
Well I hope when I die it is quick and its clean / shot to death in my home or trampled under feet/ till that day comes i will kick and ill scream/ a thorn in their side but I'm still just a sheep/
Truly unbelievable that any of us survive/ so praise the Lord if you got probability and privilege on your side/ unable to make ends meet, with nazis on the fucking streets/ nowhere to run refuse to flee/ another day has come for me,
Opioids and monopolies always say the first ones free/ indebted for eternity, another day is coming for me/ and if i get caught holding hands in public display with another man/ i know some folks would love to see, another dark day come for me, another day that's come for me, another day coming for me.
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Well I got moth men chewing holes in my denim/ a thin blue nicotine patch on a redneck demon/ a copenhagen grizzle that is spit with venom/ seeing stars around your head like twilight's last gleaming
Its 52 hertz in the radio exclusion /knowing harsh words are a foregone conclusion/ hard conversations when the cricks unclear/ im just the same as you bud i'm just tryna get a beer/
so cavalier so insincere, this buck hunter aint after deer/ southern comfort in first gear, shotgun in a nissian frontier/ turn around hear him jeer, sneer to me that im a fag…. A little severe and all my will just disappears
But now its a holy cum-union, a eucharistic liplock/ confessing holy vices in the pentacostal parking lot/ country fair sides shows, walleyes have come down to spawn/ pulling out rolling the coal thats keeping all the lights on
Camo jacket on not gonna drop my guard/ till i feel the heat from the trash fire in your yard/ smoldering under the miners highway/ burning your palms on ash wednesday/
stow away rolling in hay, try to downplay all hear say/ sneak away misplace horseplay, get a sheetz recept back when I pray/ harvest moon todays the day, got the nerve to say im uhhhhhhh well anyways, if Im a lamb im gonna stray, if im a lamb i'm gonna stray, wait quietly for judgment day,
But now I'm raising the frames, and I'm flipping the bonnets/ driving a truck with a possum on it/ coyote call out all alone through your boutique tin can telephone/ ho butt! Time to roll, choke down that pepperoni roll/ we’ll pound some brews with some good men at night /and I'll deal with more ass than a Menonite
Highway billboards heralding hell, light loafer demons, sit for a spell/ tell me to repent while I still can, well I'm not gonna fry I’m cast iron PAN/ always the same any podunk town with a stolen name/ in fields and streams by trees that sway, you know its always been this way
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A dundonian vampire skulk around nocturnal, await the jute suit riots once our lives are infernal/ daily yard time dictate by government committee, you awaken to me overnight all mini city/ no fame to be gained by claiming im dangerous, blowing kisses as surveillance state security cameras/ tsk nevermind, clad in ne'er-do-well regalia, a silent jabberjaw practicing glossolalia
Now I got no pretensions that I alone can influence the situation/ it's a freeware freedom, 2.5D copper armor brittle bones/ circle strafe the drones and lock down the loading zone, right?
This town, resembling a ghost town/ why must the people feed upon themselves leaders taking martial law right off them shelves/ tip toe the median mitigate your frustrations, cowardice or cautions correlate the causations/ powerless stagnation becomes a fixation/ when our futures in the hands of bottom line corporations
Now I fight with indifference when the colors on the walls are the only thing that I can influence/ rent strike black mop ink on my hands, rattle tin cans understand?
Drown in a sea of Swiftian re-posts, a small fish getting fried on the North Sea Coast/ fuck it surfs up sinking feeling in my gut, when the Krink in my back pockets got a new host/ downing a drink, hope for a stimulant, and suddenly begin to experience the present/ raise up a toast econ-holy ghost with no recourse to revive it
And All the seagulls look to me like chupacabra
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Over John Browns body lies a dead kennedy/ up for the mayoral nominations of harpers ferry/ standing on shoulders several hundred thousand deep/ their truths will go marching on/
Oh gods and kings and Ceos will forever try to seem/ untouchable and ordained and that's how that it should be/ through lineage, the mandate of heaven or ticks on the dow jones/ the names and facts are gonna change but the rage will always be our own
humanity's consistent despite the day to day/ the mislead youth, the drunken bards, the pencils stuck in tape/ you yourself may yet be referenced at a later date/ and your mistakes will be the first thing they try to emulate
Its 1939 take a look and stand up/ for the impending meltdown or the coming freeze up/
Swingjuden played through a thousand watt setup/ forever dropping hints but they'll never pick it up/
Oi Oi Oi, straight out tha shtetl/ scots wha hae the blood of rebels/ black spiritual exodus from chattel/ the coal creek amazon will be unsettled,
Our echos in the dark/ will be bright as a single spark/ when plebians been denied/ you diy or fucking die
Go, brings ya hope, reeks of home, down to our bones
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The real strikes back, got lost in the light
Regardless the timeless control that it had/
nonsense paradoxic whatever forever
a wasted illusion this landscape is wasted
Yeah so fuck you forever whatever/ and I am too thick to get it
Donning suits made up of whole cloth and main lining malarkey/ packed a bologna and cheese to this game of horse hockey/ chilling with my homies, dunning and kruger/ does it sting less to identify the maneuver/
Yodeli they who
You are your wealth, you can buy your health, your timeline is held and other lies we tell ourselves
Down to climb up every ladder on the mobius stripped of any passion or lifeforce to fuel the oribus/ My husband and I just can't decide on a two bedroom hill to die on/ while we appreciate your willingness to excise your backbone but we ring blood from stones/ through the phones a dial tone/ okay thanks bye
Proudly unprofitable, success measured by an obstinate corporate obstacle/ racking up the debtor score under the modern feudal lords/ deluded to think that a highscore is still possible
Narratives, are absent/ every days a gamble penny ante time to bet/ cash converter flip the script, hope to lean against/ the bricks in your boots comprised of company store debt
Broadly, in your mind/ biased outlook always trailing behind/ build our own boxes waiting for the backfire im done
Broken stories chanting in our ears it will be alright
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Whoever moves first is gonna get riddled/ it's a mealy mouth mantra raised belittled/ you're tithed, forgo your mind/ regressive hands warp your fragile sense of time,
your fleeting sense of time
Ya know if somebody is saying what somebodies gonna do, I'm inclined to believe that that somebody’s you/ the inner truth you seek means nothing to me/ when the prerequisites a life on your knees, live life on your knees
Open door/steeplechase/close the door/in people’s face
Commercial codependency when god works technicalities/ scrape and save and hustle to inflate another's vanity/ funding enlightenment under the gun, for a reassuring platitude press 1,
for a deeper meaning press one
Evolve and adapt irrational facts/ the tree of knowledge is sealed in wax/ you wait and you wait for the rapture date/ but suffer now if the payments late/ a violent act will reject/ everything outside the sect/ and anyone of us could next,
Open door/steeplechase/close the door/in peoples face, going clear/lean and clean/automatic/what you mean
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WIth a narrow wheel base, the speed don't keep me stable/
Just a couch and some bottles with my name on the label/
Turn up on your front door head wrapped in black grip tape/
But i know i still will feel unable/
Cruising cracked concrete I drag along every choice I've ever made/
The fabricated memories and the people I pushed away/
And tightening my trucks up wont help to keep me straight/
once my balance has completely decayed/
Yeah its a beautiful day, to dive head first into the Firth of Tay
Like a magnet on a TV Screen, things get warped just by being near me
Bombing down the hills I cant see the signs/ when the similes and metaphors block my eyes/ headed to the waterfront you know Im gonna die/ when a single little pebble will derail my whole life
A tiresome worrisome burdensome bothersome bore/ condensing flashbacks into songs face down on my kitchen floor/ I will sing my guts out for my neighbors to overhear/ which I pray they're gonna ignore
And I will mumble into my microphone, as my brains leak outta my nose/it will run in rivers down to your fingertips, it will stain all of your nice clothes
Almost blind to a krooked creature’s plan B, a deathwish flip into the Polar sea
Like a magnet on a Tv Screen, things get warped just by being near me
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Circadian Syncopation
03:09
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All the good intentions that you intended to keep, but the better judgments lapse and the social codes are breached/ bifurcated on display for everyone to see, in the glimpses of yourself the moments just before you sleep/
Well well the consequences of my actions/ here to have a chitchat at the bottom of my mattress/ a hypnopompic jerk leaking out from the blackness/ a paralytic load bearing like atlas/
cram syllables into a fast enough beat/ dance around the point pretend i'm light on my feet/ beat around the bush pretend im complete/ hide behind your vocabulary and effete/
Disinterest, with no convictions,till i nap, with the fishes, subconscious recognition, lights out down to business
Gymnasts on my mind/ a savior complex don't bring ya closer to divine/ between your shadow and yourselves an infinitesimal divide/ when conniving and care happen to coincide/
nuanced self reflection makes shitty bumper stickers and slogans/ is your faith different from hope/ with all the pyrrhic struggles and yet, still beholden/ to that norepinephrine and serotonin
Long/life and you spend it letting millions die
right/mind my minor guilt should pale in size
Blind/Side helpless to care by own designs
Wrong/time the blood on your hands never dry
blight/crime youll never fucking realize
How can you sleep
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20 sides throwing bones/mamas wearing holes in soles/
Pleather pouches, arches numb/ stilettos ground to pavement nubs/
Swallowed pride, chewing morals/crawling on your knees for morsels/ Don't mind that, got holes to fill/data to enter and time to kill
Loss of life can be ignored but productivity its abhorred/
Caught in the act of a sneak-snack-attack/ paralyzed by the marketable qualities I lack/Got a head nod drawn to life like Flicher/ no doubt im a punk rock lifer/Stuck in a cube in a concrete room/trapped on the gentrified side of the moon
‘Oh gosh’ opaque gouache/ bleach ash cumstains and buffalo sauce/
‘Oh darn’ this has gone too far/ black jeans stained green due to grass from the yard/
‘Oh damn’ no five day plan/ moths in my gut chugging spik-and-span/
‘Oh fuck’ left up to luck/ three fates tangled chasing bucks
Drink my 8 cups of bong water daily/ im up before the sunsets… barely/Got a clear head, pretty fucking rarely/ days lose signifigance, slated vaguely and every day that ends in why/ the fuck am i even gonna try/Posturing maturity is not what it seems/ got a comb over since i was 16
Vulnerability is radical in a system/ that profits off fear and apathy/ Universal fatalism/ when common spirits atrophy/Compulsory capitalism/ dying for your fantasy/Creative capitalism/ yeah you're dying for fantasy
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Gonna' Know
03:29
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Hey/ another day misunderstanding, there’s nothing knew we don't know anything
The truth is tension amplifying
You better take a classic step back
The weather forecast is so relative
Awaiting orders from infinity
Make sense of that call it affinity
And you will never need another look back
Are you prepared for what you're gonna know
hey / right here right now we are all cyborgs,
We are less than gods and less than idols
Gaze in to deep throwin a pit to nothing
Like believing that will never be a tomorrow
Nobody cares about your sorrows
That toad you swallowed meant stability
Away you blast this evolution
The revolution will not be justified
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