1. |
Habanero Orange
04:34
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2. |
Cum Burp
00:36
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i didn't know what i had, now i know what i lost
off to nameless, faceless, unknown son of a bitch
on the straight and narrow now, less shame during days
but still hivin' with allergic five-month itch
she swallowed, licked her lips, teary-eyed look
happy, satisfied, "my compliments to the cook"
our culinary fun has just begun
it's rude if she don't do it when she's done
line out the door, what a bore
thought this might be life, now it seems life must be more
the new one said let's bake another batch
i kicked her ass out, that ain't a match
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3. |
Here Comes The Clench
01:26
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anti-body
moderate exposure
where did it come from, this high self-esteem?
how is everybody living the dream?
merit subjective, a self-deluded scene
improvement of character is so last century
everybody’s happy and dancing in the streets
when the Clench bug comes we’ll watch these happy people bleed
immunity
CBT
you’re so clever, you’re so cute
your safe smug lines make me wanna fuckin’ puke
popular sound bites delivered then claimed
spit up something new, please, even only half-baked
where is the depression, where’s authenticity?
social flu ingested, now people feeling weak
peer-approval
anti-contrarian
gold stars for nodders, blackened integrity
we’ll let dissenters live but they must do so underground
everyone smiles, everyone claps
everybody likes a joke what’s punchline can’t be found
everybody’s in-crowd, unless you throw off-suit
iron your uniform, then stand up and salute
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4. |
PC Police
00:53
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pc police what do you think of me?
explain to me my intentions behind my own speech
with a wave of the hand and a sigh, you roll your eyes to the right
and scold me like a child who won't crash at night
pc police why'd you fire me?
all i did was say a thing that we all think
but a hypocrite's always right so HR said goodbye
black reputation now strideth before I
pc police don't put the bleep on me
censor reverence, not comedy
pc police why the sensitivity?
laughter and tough-skin help wounds not cut too deep
pc police you crashed a fun party
we know you're not sincere, please take your leave
getting blown by teens while you condemn a cheat
pc policeman you're a creep
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5. |
Full-Size
04:51
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see that man perched on box
making compelling speech
he has some good ideas
but all words should be free
see that man selling words
"come join me at my show"
he sings sweet melodies
don't expect me to go
one man should not trust a crowd
over discrimination
I like ideas not clubs
membership can quickly melt
decent into ugly
drunk and puking, dizzy in the dark
it was hedonism but it sure smelled like a heart
I got mixed up, confused by pretty parts
some kinda bullshit attracted me close
Mademoiselle, je veux un plus
brown curves in bed, yeah they made a nice design
against white walls and a barren home
so stupid for thinking I don’t belong alone
you know first-hand the plight of over-thought
maybe pukin’ lines I force-fed you
you swore that you’d tell the truth
now I lock my bedroom door at night
and when I dream the demons they sneak over the line
they know a crack when they see one
and a solitary sap sleeping on his side
how can you burn a fellow man?
collect the drippings then discard ‘em later on
then piled wax is all that’s left
a soft and weak foundation to build weak houses on
I never thought I’d be abused by you
harmless and sweet mistook for truth
you said that you suffer, too
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i thought i used to be in love with you
i used to think you loved me too
a puppet dancing don't know there's a string
he says it really feels like i'm moving
well i hope it turns out my cynicism's right
about happiness and other folks
i hope your feelings turn out not all right
i hope regret fucks up your nights
most houses don't get built whole
but i thought your presence patched my holes
i hope your mouth is full of broken teeth
i hope comfort stifles your soul
pulling on strings getting yanked around
misinterpreting feelings
it'll always be a thing until it's figured out
but we'll never think there's no meaning
i hope you feel like you can't breathe
every time you think of me
i hope your life is cringing gritted teeth
oh i can't stand the thought of you happy
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7. |
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this is a valid option: shut up, put your head down, and play
no rules, no prize for winning; that's the best kind of game
hard fast action and pliable definitions make for fun
stressed with black and white rules set makes for a boring someone
let's see if we can increase handcuffs on human brains
let's see if we can minimize the ways to live outside constraints
to do what's been seen without knowing why, this is an act unclean
unaware of idiocy (the dumb man's destiny)
no difference if dumb men decide to flex or to ignore their brains
no matter whether movements earn respect or stand as acts of shame
for every one change six-thousand stupid sound bites stay the same
no distinction between win or lose, that's our kind of game
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8. |
Busted Beauty
02:44
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today I heard a mommy teaching her boy math
with a furious cringe, perhaps a teeth-gritted grin
I can remember how it feels to let a genuine laugh slip
well then last night I thought that maybe things had just gone to bullshit
but I honestly can admit to stories now and then
at the passing sight of lovely proper feminine fashion
here's a way to wait out fate in miserable state
tomorrow morning I'll see a big black sun greeting me
the light of the day blocked out, opaque stony sun rays
so now the question comes: what's this thesis mean?
so explanatory nets mundane neutrality
and so this talking block slows to crawl in quick-setting concrete
I've been known, y'know, to take a beautiful thing
and to start smashing
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9. |
The Resonator Is On!
02:33
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popped before sunrise, but light’s gonna shine today
we’re warming up to sprint and pitchfork through the hay
now we can perceive things been brushin’ at our face
now men and monsters can fight each other for the common space
throughout time they’ve been here unseen
now someone’s flipped the switch on the Resonator machine
now we’re digging fingers deep into the itch
now we’ve gone stark mad, we’re making Science our bitch
hacking down deep exposes the blood well deep within
obsession produces progress while Sloth is a sin
now we see the treachery
been swimmin’ ‘round and snappin’, been shielded by invisibility
to see them might mean that you as well maybe might get seen
must hump in ample gear, we must dig our trenches deep!
must tuck oneself into bed with the blind amoebic beast
Awareness shows us things not-so-fun to believe
all these weaknesses can lead to sacrificing flesh
violation might be vanquished with driven stubbornness
one kills one’s own beasts with one’s own head and one’s own hand
or maybe one gets eaten like a gingerbread man
always all around, they’re proliferating now
must attack the ones we see to keep their numbers down
every beast is mortal when its weaknesses are seen
we have tools in our hands, Awareness has been unleashed!
the Resonator runs itself, this battle is half-won
shine the spotlight on the lurking things and slay ‘em one by one!
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10. |
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loudmouth boasts protect frightened fragile guts
she seeks the spotlight out most of her words don't rat her out
she'll say what it seems she should say
mimicry's the easiest way
weak and thus imperative to display a front
too weak to weather the sting of a scoff from anyone
so she shuts herself up and gives just what they claim they want
so she worked out the act learned it's tough to discard the mask
(she's got some thoughts but got no guts)
and easier to weld the mask on than to discard the act
(adoption's easy, giving birth is tough)
different loyalties avowed depending on surrounding crowds
but simply mouthing words just ain't the truth
the uttering of honesty has proven to be quite daunting
unless all your peers agree with you
the soft little girl is weak pretends tough but I'd love to see
vulnerability bravely embraced by the weak
weakness: what a powerful thing
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11. |
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two victims of Circumstance with no one to blame
upbringing and internal drives all came to play
I stared across a table into blue-eyed stone dead end
I sprinted 'til halted by a looming monolith
how dare you, Circumstance, deprive me?
I've invested precious years of misery
return to me some point of profit, lest I lose faith in a creed
that alternates a cold chaos with serene mercy
well I accept, Circumstance, your challenge for me to defy you
to not give in, to walk through the flames with grace
events converge with no solution in shoehorned blame
conflicting pasts and presents all came to play
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12. |
In-Flight Anxieties
01:42
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lips aquiver brain afraid to spit the wrong word out
irrational fears 'cause I've been speaking for years
right when you stutter is when the jukebox goes dim
spotlight's on he's prompted now the countdown begins
plane going down elicits not a feeling
a couple of thoughts but nothing worth jotting down
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13. |
After Getting Drunk
01:41
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after getting drunk and punching you out you know I knew that I'd miss you
I gotta get my foot back in the door so I can touch, know, and kiss you
well there's nothing wrong with me
except disturbed morality
I'm nothing but silly and sweet and broken personality
and it's disturbing, too, the way you say yes to me
hingeless doors leaned up against walls don't provide much security
and you're a little hingeless, too
and love's all tangled up with abuse
the hope for warmth in bed balanced by me stomping over you
well what's a couple punches betwixt lovers and addicted friends?
and where's the harm in repeating mistakes and making honest amends?
the imperfect should be quarantined
dumb blunders may not be redeemed
the demons among us must never be allowed to breathe
well we walk amongst normal men
we show our fangs and claws now and then
I'll see you in your bed tonight, baby, and tomorrow again
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14. |
Dry Town
02:47
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rolled into town with thirst deep in our bones
we were parched 400 miles from home
we walked into the first watering hole
we laid our $50 down but the bartender said no
cute brunette waitress showed a lot through her clothes
she cracked a bottle held it under my nose
said look and smell but you may never taste
and laughed as disappointment crept across my face
big bald bartender kept his eye on the booze
said, "I'll guard these gates and be goddamned if I lose!"
he invited us to parties all through the night
his caveat: our promise to keep our whistles dry
that was our short trip through a dry dry town
the fix we searched for never did get found
highway, please take us far away
well I've seen it in Watford, ND
seen it in Douglas, WY, too
I found myself stuck down in NM
thank God these dry towns are far between and few
at the city sign dry town behind in the mirror
we all looked back when we heard a crowd cheer
they drank and sang and spilled out into the street
we exited that dry town in utter sober defeat
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15. |
Feral People
02:33
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what am i capable of being?
the truth comes out at night when I can't sleep
dark garage feral people are creeping
they somehow stole in now wait for sane eyes to gleam
all throughout the neighborhood windows are black and sleeping eyes are closed
somewhere out in lonely countryside a madman puts his thumb up when headlights approach
canvas comes to life but only in dreams
reality is slicing open girls at the seams
dog food to dogs as people to feral people
but only if we grimace can we lend it meaning
pitch black night down stairs i creep praying that i only heard an old house creak
awakened from dreams filled with agonized shrieks praying that the truth will be proven less bleak
some things were truth but true things seem to be changing
we softened ourselves assumed we'd always be king
obtained what we wanted now it seems we got greedy
then Nature pulled a fast one and she swept out our feet
sun coming up a body mauled in the street even as it freezes it continues to bleed
she once was a wife a beloved woman now bloody and dead the bite marks clearly human
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16. |
Bite-Size
01:13
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drunk and puking, dizzy in the dark
it was hedonism but it sure smelled like a heart
I got mixed up, confused by pretty parts
some kinda bullshit attracted me close
Mademoiselle, je veux un plus
brown curves in bed, yeah they made a nice design
against white walls and a barren home
so stupid for thinking I don’t belong alone
you know first-hand the plight of over-thought
maybe pukin’ lines I force-fed you
you swore that you’d tell the truth
now I lock my bedroom door at night
and when I dream the demons they sneak over the line
they know a crack when they see one
and a solitary sap sleeping on his side
how can you burn a fellow man?
collect the drippings then discard ‘em later on
then piled wax is all that’s left
a soft and weak foundation to build weak houses on
I never thought I’d be abused by you
harmless and sweet mistook for truth
you said that you suffer, too
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17. |
Pay For Damage
03:30
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well it's been a third of my years now I've been cutting off little pieces
they seemed like extras like little black flapping diseased bits
maybe there's a blade out there for all of us who don't get relief
maybe i accidentally killed a part of me that i needed
but i spent a day now not feeling bad
it's okay i feel crazy today i feel just fine knowing i'll never see my day
maybe i just got used to the sound of drip drip drip drip drip in my ear
or maybe i just found out the hurt is in the blow not the bleeding
maybe we don't know all there is to know about these humans
maybe we'll never know why we do what we do
maybe it's better to never know how bad things could be if we knew the secret
perhaps long after bafflement there turns out a reason
well now there's plenty of proof to show that things ain't stopping getting steeper
i'm chain-smoking fucked-up phases chugging twelvers of fear
look at all these weapons around
look at these violent hands with nothing to do
well now a third of my day is gone lost to clutching tight the times i've been burned
and taking inventory looking for more little pieces to excise
maybe in the morning all these screaming wounds will only be sore
maybe that ache will remind me just for today
maybe just for today the knife can go back in the drawer
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18. |
That Distant Ring
01:46
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strong is the feeling against which i rebel
i know i'll still be standing still when the bell begins to move
we'll all be standing still until we start to move
we'll all be standing still when the bell begins its move
locked between long legs and locked in a cell
everybody's pitching questions nobody cares what all the answers are
people all commit to their cards
they all seem possessive of their bets
too many people locked in their hearts
too few locked in their heads
strong are the madmen who control one man's will
eyes can't see through windows when they're fixed on the sill
stronger grows the virus, deceptively still
but driven the injection that will realize the kill
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