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A Birthmark And A Scar
04:23
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Can I help you with something before the competition
Steps in and sinks their teeth in it until it's not your vision?
These are dangerous games that we play
And I'm trying to teach myself that every day
Catchy tales of the middle shelves
That nobody thinks are worth hearing
Open sores from the private hell that burn like a cigar
Bullets from the smoking gun
That are this close to being endearing
Time, the mere discrepancy between a birthmark and a scar
And the elements are slandering my name
As I lie under the tires of your car
But I'm still so very happy that you came
Like a tie between a birthmark and a scar
I need something more in the spirit of wanting
When the luck runs out
But the source of it remains there taunting
Handy grams that grab your plans
And push them through the wringer
Police trucks that align themselves with the patterns in the stars
Televised queen bee cries, she was born without a stinger
Holy smoke from the holy ghosts
Of the past, the present and the future
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2. |
Whispering Loud
03:53
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I wish I could explain all the things I'm thinking
Maybe then I'd make sense or make a difference
Time is cash all but spent paying out discontent
This is all I have learned, that's my life, now your turn
I'm waiting on awesome but it's so shallow
In the meantime I'll wait for the meantime
I'm coming to terms with diseases and germs
That are climbing up my spinal cord
I'm whispering loud, riding to hell on a cloud
And buying what I can't afford
Open up newer doors, I've got mine, you've got yours
Searching for deeper truth, pudding's here, where's the proof?
Did you flee from the harm with it under your arm
Catching up with your deeds, great, that's all this world needs
I'm waiting for someone who ain't so hollow
In the meantime I'll wait for the meantime
Don't believe in luck 'cause in the end you'll find you're fucked
Somebody told me that, man he was such a crazy cat
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3. |
Battery
02:58
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Good night, sweet prince
It's time to hibernate yourself and
You won't wake up until we're gone
No clues to follow, no trail to navigate
No trace of sawdust on the lawn
Whoa, so marauderous of you
Battery, waste of time and fortune
Why'd you look so mad at me?
Take the honey and run, don't leave it behind
And now the news, tonight's top story
Always good for a laugh or two at your expense
The weapons vary but I can't keep track of them
I don't have time to mend that fence
Battery, waste of time and fortune
Why'd you look so mad at me?
Take the honey and run back to the hive
Battery, waste of time and fortune, always on my mind
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You look like you've been throw back by an ambulance or train
You casually eyeball the world as if they’re the ones insane
You can't stand the eloquence in all of nature's flaws
Well, if your question is why then my answer is because
You know I'd do anything for you
But as of late I'm not sure what to do
And I can't bear to watch you kneeling by the wall
Evaluating everything is not my cup of tea
But in your little corner, there's no place you'd rather be
Writing on your chalkboard, coming up with your own laws
Everybody stares at you, they don't know what to think
You don't explain to any of them, not even your shrink
Hold a little still now while the nurse applies the gauze
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5. |
Fear Itself
03:11
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I woke up missing, I woke up in your room without you
I searched the kitchen for a refresher course about you
There's nothing to fear but fear itself
There's nothing to fear
While you were absent I laid on the living room floorboards
And I imagined that we were voluntary warlords
I suppose I don't know much more than you
About the clothes that I throw in our venue
But maybe you and me could sit down and form a treaty
'Cause there's nothing I'd like more
Than to stay on this side of the door
Come to the window, all of those gnomes and fawns could be for
Parts of our castle, or we could just hit them all with C-4
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6. |
Storms
03:11
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Lucky boy playing in the yard
On the sidewalk where he sometimes draws
Chalk depictions of people he knew
Mom was pink and dad was blue
Then out came the clouds and the storms that would follow
To mess with what he had
Then all of his work was left tackled and hollow
So much for mom and dad
While the radio plays and the TV sets blare
While the traffic jams rise and the tempers all flare
While the football team wins and the stadium screams
While the movies premiere and the theater lights beam
There were silly cows on the old man's farm
Thinking that they're gonna be safe outdoors
But the sky had other plans
Man upstairs turned on his fans
Then the wind bearing down with its cruelest demeanor
Swept right to where they stood
The bitch sucked them up just like a vacuum cleaner
And took them out for good
While the postman delivers and the doctor takes out livers
While the new baby cries and the dying man withers
While the scientists study new species and forms
Everyone you know has his own storms
I don't want to go to work today
I'm sure I'll have to go to work anyway
So while I dine on leftover fish
I offer my solitary wish
That the rain turns to snow and the snow turns to hail
And falls to four feet deep
And then I'll have an excuse just to bail
Stay home and get some sleep
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7. |
Crash, Bang, Bam
02:59
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The likes of you wouldn't have phased me before
But I broke down and taught you everything
And bought you everything
And the drivers and debtors all found at my door
Just a sad sound of passion in the making always for the taking
I was your experiment, just a toy with which you could play
A floundering guinea pig
The likes of which drove you to madness at the end of the day
Crash, bang, bam
I sniffed at the notion while down on my knees
With the feeling that there was something missing
Maybe I was missing
Through all your one hundred and eighty degrees
Bottled up all the senses I was feeling, never once revealing
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It's hard to get to work when the world is crashing down
This apocalypse is messing with the commute
The charts don't ever lie and they're hanging on the sly
Fresh from machines so there's nothing to refute
Well here comes a warning, an early detection
This could kill you if you aren't careful
There's always a warning from every direction
And the message here is unbearable
There's a girl behind the desk and her blouse is royal blue
Somebody there will fuck her during the coffee break
It's nothing but the best, all these tales of interest
There's never enough time to run through another take
But let's take another look now at the topographic map
The winds shooting from the west, all falling rain
The south is drying up and the north is all snowed in
And the east is suffering through another hurricane
And you don't like media tension
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Umpteenth Time
03:57
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Dead from the neck up, going over in my head again
Bland to the outdoors
Windows glazed over that can't be looked in
And all I've found is the same old fake
And each time it looks like the same mistake
And it kick me out of my home
I was lost, you weren't mine
I'd been waiting for a sign
Damned if I don't, damned if I tried
I'd been waiting for a sign
Waiting for the umpteenth time
Dead from the neck down, security tapes all on rewind
Waiting on your call, standing by for the umpteenth time
And all I've found is it's all my fault
And I'm licking my wounds while you're passing the salt
And it sticks me out on my own
And all I know is the same old thing
It's a simple story replenishing
And it pulls me back in my hole
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10. |
Milk
03:00
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Whole milk comes in crates and trucks with carrier names
They won't let you down
Flavored piles of tripe and hash and trash and hype fly
Spilling on the ground
Seasons wasted and gone
Mixes up with the labor on the lawn
Fog is carrying home
Raving mad, only scared that I'm alone
Whole milk comes in files with khaki fax machines
Put the seven down
Catered to the rope licorice to be ripped off
Of the muddled ground
Milk falls in the saucer
But I can't escape the fact that I've lost her
Built like a bulldozer
But the machination only draws closer
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Heterozygosity
04:40
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I'm a volatile chemical, I'm a bag of enzymes
Don't think you have any hold on me
Did you think I wouldn't adapt?
That I wouldn't get what I needed to survive?
Were you praying the traits wouldn't stay recessive?
This evolution was long coming
And at last these particles are combining
These traits are forming
I'm a volatile chemical, I'm a bag of enzymes
Don't think you have any hold on me
Did you think I wouldn't evolve?
Are you hoping those traits recess?
That I wouldn't get what I needed to survive?
It's been said before, "I need to get things straight"
The instructions call for this
Don't think your grip is so tight
I needed to get things straight and at last I have
Can we open a window?
The tension in here is suffocating
Are you choking on this?
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