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Clean, Without Dirt
03:36
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In the worst parts of this city, the streets of gold have cracks in them
When love’s without its counter, everything feels fake as shit
The night, it has its walkers, but they have all been born again
A man deserves vacation, go roll around and shed some skin
I just want to…
Go find myself a girl, give her my heart to break it
Get my hopes high as hell, so I’ll be disappointed
This life goes on and on, but it’s not really living
Inside these padded walls, I just can’t feel a damn thing
I hate to sound ungrateful, this city suits my every need
Yet somehow there’s a hunger that nothing pure can seem to feed
Without a single calice, my feet slip back with every step
I know I’d find momentum, if I could only break a sweat
I just want to…
Go find myself a girl, give her my heart to break it
Get my hopes high as hell, so I’ll be disappointed
This life goes on and on, but it’s not really living
Inside these padded walls, I just can’t feel a damn thing
I wanna taste a kiss from terra firma
I wanna feel her dirt inside my mouth
An autoclave is not a sanctuary
It cleans my every inch of life right out
I just want to...
To live well
Love well
Die well
And all in all, just do it all for me...
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Salvation
04:48
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A baby pup
He loves his life to death
But doesn’t grasp
The endless depth of it
See the world before bed
I try to rest
And strum a simple song
But dissonance
It tends to come along
I wanna try to inhale the gentle breeze
And so I go and void my lungs
As always hope, it's left to wait another day
As I inhale that wind is done
Salvation comes
To those with ignorance
Their minds at ease
After their penitence
Place their bets before death
In moments when
The noise is laid to rest
A child dreams
Of joy still unrepressed
I wanna try to inhale the gentle breeze
And so I go and void my lungs
As always hope, it's left to wait another day
As I inhale that wind is done
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3. |
Temple
03:37
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They told me my whole life
There was a god shaped hole
And now I know there's not
But I still feel like a bleeding fool
In my heart
They taught me not to play
All sorts of naked games
Said it would cause me pain
And nothing else
Yeah, they were right 'bout that
Because they made it so
Two minutes tunneling
Into that festering hole
In my heart
They locked my friends away
They say it's for the best
He smoked a little grass
He must atone
I know another friend
Still free as birds of flight
His dealer ran all out
Of potions safe to try
For his heart
His veins got thicker with
Each dose of medicine
He couldn't share his pain
The heavy weight of sin
In his heart
There will stay a god shaped hole
As long as they still keep that muck and filth around
By sending heavy hearts into the underground
The great society of old
Will still be there to promise if the poor abound
Send the Haitians, tweakers, homos, bleeders as a sacrifice into the underground
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Soldier, teach me how to sleep
Surgeon, how do you still weep
And how do blissful plutocrats forget their dreams
I wanna know
Oh Teddy, history it smiles upon
The hawks for all their mercy
One rabbit in a hole still left alive
Now evil men like you may know
It’s safe to bring their misery
Your holy face upon a mountainside
Giants love the six-foot, bigfoot, meant to do good laws
They clear out all the paths they love to cross
And leave all of us little men with more land lost
I wanna run
Sinners write the holy books
They turn their deepest scars into a noose
And hang up men as effigies that share their wounds
I wanna live
History it smiles upon
The fools for all their knowledge
Their simply ordinary prose make sense
While men who dig down in the dirt
To solve our greatest mysteries
They know it’s wise to speak softly without a stick
Drum those drums of war with the people on your side
And sing their songs of peace when their consciousness revives
Oh Teddy, history it smiles upon
The hawks for all their mercy
One rabbit in a hole still left alive
Now evil men like you may know
It’s safe to bring their misery
Your holy face upon a mountainside
Soldier...
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The drums keep the beat at the tops of the trees
Their warm melody softly covering me
Their chorus line reminds me that the world it bests both fantasy and fib
The world sometimes, it blows my mind, it seems almost imaginary
Line ourselves all up
By utility
Break off paired in twos
Share some dopamine
It seems fleeting though
So I never sang
Songs of love or of
Tenants of my dreams
On a flat top roof
Our hands came undone
Freckled sky called me
Like a siren’s song
The drums keep the beat at the tops of the trees
Their warm melody softly covering me
Their chorus line reminds me that the world it bests both fantasy and fib
The world sometimes, it blows my mind, it seems almost imaginary
Vast distances
Just out of reach
One girl’s phenotype
Just one puzzle piece
Water CO2
From my tail pipe
Left behind with the
Curio cacti
Read of Necker Cubes
Seems like real life
First love, fantasy
New love’s quantified
Saw a painting of a wood
I’d describe it as sublime
And at once I felt at peace
With that concept in my mind
All I need's a little garden
A place to occupy my time
Sit and watch the comedy
The violent mysteries of life
The drums keep the beat at the tops of the trees
Their warm melody softly covering me
Their chorus line reminds me that the world it bests both fantasy and fib
The world sometimes, it blows my mind, it seems almost imaginary
The stars gave me some meaning
And she showed me the reason
That all those god damn songs are about love
And so this god damn song is about love...
...for the stars
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