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Mercury and Concrete
01:42
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Exist barely breathing. Living your life between a swing and a miss.
Resist barely breathing. Keep it together for the sake of the kids, but the sweat on your brow speaks more of the why and how you can and you do.
You can go on beating back against a tidal force, but the sweat on your brow speaks more to the why and how they can sit and watch you bleed.
It becomes hard to embrace when open arms are responsible for tearing apart another home another heart as we watch the mercury rise.
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Sick
01:36
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How much of a martyr how much of a moron? Maybe just insane maybe just sick. Hearts and heads are fooled by the beats but your brain should know better than to name the disease.
Cells expand and grow and grow, feasting on the meal but the meal grows cold. It grows old.
Punk rock and pot smoke couldn’t save your soul.
Took it in, spit it out when you’d had enough.
Had your fun had it all, then it was time to go.
Blaming me blaming you, but it was all our fault.
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One of those Guys
00:58
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Join! Come support the cause, be part of the crowd, make your ego proud.
Join! Be part of the crew, just one of the guys.
Enlist! It’ll make you rich fulfill your needs. Sign on the dotted line.
Back! Back against the wall let’s measure your man. Let’s assess your worth.
Join! Do you wanna die? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna represent me?
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Monsters
02:41
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Perforated with thread and needle bounded by thin strings of flesh a collected volume of experiences smashed together and smashed apart as you
Make me out of crudest elements
Change me from a basic parasite
Raise me with sparks of arrogance yet
Hate me for what I become
Make me out spectral evidence
Change me from spec to spectacle
Raise me from myth to man yet
Hate me for when I become
Paralyzed at the sight of what’s been done, can’t define or defend actions.
Locked and loaded into a smoking barrel, on target through crooked crosshairs.
Lately I feel I’ve lost the grip.
Entrusted completely with a precious existence. We’ve bickered and squandered oversimplified and see it now through shuttered eyes.
No way to fix this form when the blueprint’s broken. Tear it all to pieces and build up from the remains. Break through borders and broken glass.
Making monsters seeing through shuttered eyes.
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