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Pretty On Paper
01:40
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I feel like the world isn’t mine like it used to be
Bordering on thirty-nine, it got used to me
I’m not the target demographic
Suddenly everything’s tragic
I feel like the world has been pretty on paper
Floating in space
Seeing it straight with no chaser
But getting up close makes the blemishes shine
Once again I’m reminded it’s no longer mine
Hand me down the world
Don’t hand me down the worry
That comes from the world
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Crosshairs
03:22
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When man first crawled out from the sea
Sprung forward headfirst into calamity
All the problems pile up over centuries
And we’re left to sift through the debris
Now alive but just barely on par
With the goals that have been set for us so far
And left barely aware of who we even are
Who we even are
If you want my opinion, well I’ll give it to you
It’s getting worse, the bubble’s burst
Still the saga continues
All the fallen terrain
This hurt all upon us, we’re asking in vain
I don’t mean to complain
But the birds and the forest are shirking the pain
When my family first laid down their guns
Set a course for their daughters and their sons
Reactionary, default on the run
From the jump we were not the chosen ones
Followed endlessly, day into night
Kept it moving if just by candlelight
There is no better time than now to make it right
We’re making it right
We’re in the crosshairs now
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3. |
Karma You Don't Have
03:28
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I never thought that I would live to see the day
When the rising tide towered over us all
We band together trying to teach one another to float
But we don’t
Meanwhile, as captain of the ship
You’ve been commanding each lowly crewmate
Who approaches you to fall upon the sword
That you’ve polishing for just such a crowd
So be proud
You tour the planet thinking everyone’s a martyr
A failing future built on ruins of a circular past
But disconnecting from everything is harder
When you’re closing all your deals
Using karma that you don’t have
The work you put in to antagonize the blackened
Almost impressive from an overhead view
Fighting the urge to call it in
When the going gets tough, it’s never enough
It’s like a game where you’re controlling all the pieces
But still a tantrum quickly overtakes you
So now dismantling remains the only option you’ve got
Give it a shot
It’s not bragging to say I can’t imagine
All the demons on the brain
As you’re circling your wagons
And you try to lie to yourself just one more time
But it’s never just one more time
As the horizon of our fate draws ever nearer
And all the plans that we concocted
Will have shattered like glass
It might be time to start looking in the mirror
And stop closing all our deals
Using karma that we don’t have
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Take The Lead
03:53
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Take the lead
There is nothing to be afraid of
Hit the town and we’ll show them all
What you’re made of
And the fire keeps melting, the longhorns stare
Sugar in the mountain to breathe the air
If you threw me in the pit I wouldn’t even care
I believe in the power of open season
When we dream, a society without reason
You’ve got a lot of nerve to spare
And you might do well to learn to share
A howl from the west in reverie
A patchwork of the love inside of me
Take the lead
Everybody’s been waiting for you
Oh my god, what a miracle to implore you
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5. |
Oh Where Oh Where
03:12
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Oh where, oh where
Oh where you going?
I wanted to believe you’d stay the course with me
You veered off track at the first opportunity
They couldn’t diagnose your looming mental state
Upon request, you told them you’d been feeling great
Now I don’t know what to do, who to run to
And everybody I knew isn’t half as everybody as you
I tried to pull you back into my radius
You shrugged me off as if you didn’t know who I was
How did this come to pass?
How could I have been so wrong?
I dared to blink and in an instant you were gone
The uphill battle laid before me
Is a testament to how
I failed to see you don’t adore me
And the glory halts right now
I still don’t know what to do, who to run to
And everybody that I ever knew
Wasn’t half as anybody as you
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6. |
Born Agnostic
03:28
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I’m getting nervous like a waiting child
Can’t find my purpose
And you say it’s only natural
I feel like I’m headed for the fall
If I count success amid all this mess
Then I might get too hung up to hear you call
Good lord, where is this coming from?
Good lord, where is this coming, coming?
Good lord, where is this coming from?
Where is this coming from?
I have my reasons for taking it to heart
Stuck disbelievin’ in this
Avalanche of superpowers, baby
If you were to tell me that it’s all inside my head
Well, it’s so severe I can barely hear
And the noisescape locks me out until I’m dead
I can’t keep track of the rules been flipped
I had an idea but I think it slipped
An animal living in my veins
But I don’t know where its soul remains
I cannot pinpoint the source of my uneasiness, love
Resigned in disjoint and you know that’s right
I speak to the heavens as if I’d hear a word in reply
I don’t believe in any afterlife
So this’ll be my only opportunity to try
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7. |
The Bronx Zoo
03:22
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Day trip to the Bronx Zoo
All your colleagues and friends were going with you
Everybody ran late, but you beamed with excitement
As you strolled through the gate
Cut a path by the lake
All the pictures your Polaroid camera could take
But when the day was done
You looked all around and couldn’t find anyone
I would have picked you up
And I would have held your hand so tight
Until you knew you weren’t alone
And you’d never worry again
You look back in a haze
A stiff, frozen form of contempt on your face
Maybe years have gone by
But you’re jolted right back
As the tears fill your eyes
This is your stop, time to get off, don’t you worry
This is your stop, it’s time to get off, please don’t cry
This is your stop, you need to get off
But they won’t stop moving
We were nothing back then
I wasn’t your colleague and I wasn’t your friend
I wish I could amend
All the time that you’d wasted with any of them
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8. |
Crusted
02:42
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Come play a song, come play a tune
We promise we won’t hurt you
It’s not the life that you deserve
Oh yes, we don’t deserve you
I feel the fool the moment we’re allowed to crash
Please take the heat from off me
Lie and say you’re never leaving
A dictionary filled with words and phrases
That you made up
Studied religiously in hopes that one day
We’ll be paid up
It’s like a mystery the world don’t wanna solve
So back beneath the floorboards
I go hunting for more sleep and
Not everybody wants to think about it
All of the time
Not everybody wants to do it
To do it just to do it
Not everybody wants to think about
The weight of the crime
Not everybody can do what you do
You fucker
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I saw you standing with the crowd
Standing against the progression
It started small, it always does
But grew into your obsession
From dawn to dusk you’re out there
Busking for the hate you believe
One day you’ll find the book you based it on
Was built to deceive, what a reprieve
Lift your spirit up to the sky
Can you imagine no autonomy considered your own?
Well, the automatons you glom upon are calling it home
Undoing everything that makes this a remarkable place
You might as well just stamp
Repressiveness all over your face, what a disgrace
You know you own it
All the pushing down you been condoning
From the cradle to the top
The other shoe’s about to drop
And everybody gonna charge in your direction
So you better stand down
Give it up, give it up, give it up, hey
Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up
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Eggplant Emoji
03:51
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Can you feel my heart beating?
Can you feel my heart breaking you down?
I wish nothing but kindness
‘Till the moment when you come around
Otherworldly, beneath you
Pray for striking a commoner’s gaze
Only longing to speak to
For a body I’d cherish for days
Beyond control, “Boys will be boys” you say
But you’ve made me a man today
When you return, a madness I can’t contain
I’m aching just to circle the drain
I admit, I have faltered
On the road to your neck of the woods
Just a bite of an apple
I proclaim, turns the tables for good
Lust, divided and conquered
Always dreaming of your paradise
Far too much to convey now
On a modern-day handheld device
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11. |
We're On Fire
03:56
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Guess we’ve had a good run
There’s a looming fate as if civilization’s done
Every lesson we’ve learned
Only sought to fall as the bridges all get burned
It seems played out like the L is in the bag
We’ve been laid out but there’s no white flag
Everybody knows our losing streak is done
Everybody knows it’s high time that we won
Everybody knows the fight has just begun
But we’re on fire
Everybody knows our losing streak is done
Everybody knows it’s high time that we won
Everybody knows we’ll be on top for once
And we’re on fire
It’s admittedly bleak when the news gets out
All they squawk about each week
But it’s hardly the end when the powers fall through
‘Cause it’s our world to defend
And they can take that all the way right to the bank
We’ve got a save strat and we’re making rank
There is no point in not shouting
There’s no success in not rioting
No belief without reason
Until the day when you’re dying
You have an anger in you, I’ve got the same within me
With all of us banded together
We’ll aim straight for victory
Don’t get it twisted, it won’t be an easy climb
I’m optimistic that in our due time
Everybody knows it
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12. |
Island Life
03:05
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I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this before
At least the memory of the wounds
Vanished like an evening sun
Now there’s a space upon the mantle
Where there once was housed a war
But I much prefer the emptiness that only proves I won
From the bottom of my heart, I don’t believe we’ve met
If I can’t contain elation then I must apologize
But you won’t be there to hear it
A dove that’s speeding toward a window
And it doesn’t realize is the closest to a metaphor
I can conjure for your spirit
The other shoe will drop even if you can’t feel it yet
From the bottom of my heart, I don’t believe we’ve met
When all is said and done, there’s more to do and say
My world was incomplete until you went away
I’ve never been the best at mixing metaphors
But I’ll press on with my day as you fuck up yours
When you wake up in the morning
Still hungover from your twenties
Small decisions that you never made
Still catching up with you
I’ll be living island life drinking from my horn of plenty
Ever blissful, unaware
Of all the grime you’re trudging through
And your pale and sullen face
Flushes crimson with regret
From the bottom of my heart, I don’t believe we’ve met
From the bottom of my heart
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