1. |
Hidden Message
03:53
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You've got an awful lot of bees in your bonnet
Sell them to a reservation, build an Applebee's on it
There's a tic within your system, but you just barely missed him
You might as well keep chugging on along your infinite wisdom
Stop looking for the message
There is no hidden message
This is what I write when I can't sleep
The time drips down the pipe, whatever that means
The hour is nigh for you to dust yourself off and
Buy the planks of cedar so you can assemble your coffin
Clinging to the edge of reason while you act like you're breezin'
But you can't decipher whether it's duck or rabbit season
Stop looking for the subtext
There isn't any subtext
I've never been the patron saint of emotion
But I'm paddling in circles in my own private ocean
You know there's nothing wrong with telegraphing an object
But it's slightly less appealing when you're caught in your project
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2. |
Found
02:18
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Ahem
Well I would let you know if this Sunday's worse
Than next Monday, I feel so unrehearsed
Fragmented sentences abound
Whenever you or your photograph hangs around
But I'm cannonballing into a Nile-sized file
Of trying to make you smile
Well I could take you out or you could take me out
With one well-placed shot to the mouth
Well I'm fine with flying high but my wiper fluid just ran dry
I need another training day
For more ingenuous ways to make you found
The morning after your laughter still projects
The fragmented song of the fairer sex
I'm small and feeble and undermined
And generally unaware, I find
With two minutes left to hear your chime
One hundred and twenty seconds' time
I gotta hold on longer, fake all my powers
Whenever two minutes becomes two hours
I'm hell bent on getting this across
But my vocabulary and I are lost
Behind the bangs, they're at an angle
Now I fear that I'm becoming tangled
I could take another look into the stars
And maybe find a constellation that would tell us where we are
And I could draw a picture of it on a napkin at a bar
And give it to you as a gift so you could wipe away your scars
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3. |
Comic Sans
03:25
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Remember the time that everybody decided
To hate on Limp Bizkit?
Well this is exactly like that, except we're doing it with you
You used to be fine, a little bit out your mind
But it was mostly amusing
But as all the days have worn along
Your true colors shone through
And now everyone knows the decisions you chose
And the allies you didn't keep
We flew off on a tear, now with dirt in your hair
You're future's looking bleak
Goodbye, so long, you're dead, you're gone
I'm done with you
I gave my trust, you let it rust
Nice knowing you
Remember when all the people
Started to call Comic Sans annoying
And through no fault of its own, it became a pariah?
It's a little bit different
Because your whole existence is basically voided
But you traveled faster down the path and you blew your own tire
Your revisionist history blames all your misery
Squarely on my spine
But the real caveat is we're right and you're not
So you edit one more time
Goodbye, so long, you're dead, you're gone
I'm done with you
You hit it big, then flipped your lid
Take care of you
Can you imagine having such a low self image
That you're only tolerated by the kids who pay your taxes?
I suppose I want the best for you, your problems to be solved
But that's provided that in no way will I ever be involved
Goodbye, so long, you're dead, you're gone
I'm done with you
You're a cliché in every way
Three cheers for you
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4. |
Bring The Body Closer
02:30
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Rolled in the cover, fill it up faster
I want something better
Stuck in the motions that became apparent
I found your letter
Time stands still and there's a cog in the system
That's holding it all
Someday maybe you'll feel brave enough
To pull it down off the wall
Later that morning
Two cups of something make me feel stronger
Easy to press on
When you don't think you'll press on much longer
Deep in the valley, time's running backwards
Things are moving slower
One looks away and glares at the other
"Bring the body closer"
Time stands still and there's a cog in the system
That's holding it all
Someday maybe you'll feel brave enough
To pull it and let it fall
Bring the body closer
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5. |
Reach
02:38
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This wave will bring a lot of room to climb and jump
They say I'm late, but it all works out when I show up pumped
I find this in a bedroom living in my shit
Fine and candy and wired, tired
Try this to puncture right through it
So what if I'm slightly ashamed of them?
I can fall forward into the wall and bounce right back again
I will dream of wanderlust to reach the crystal ball
So that maybe I can find you when you call
Don't think twice about playing with your smoke signals
I can only hope there will be formulas and wooden nickels
I've spent the past two thousand three hundred and ninety-seven
Minutes on my back counting the tiles on the roof of heaven
I don't know if I'm running out of time too fast
Being who I am, I forgot to bring my fucking hourglass
I won't stop rocking out at three o'clock on the dot
I swear it
Let me see this Ica Capade, let me join the masquerade
Because if nothing, I'm afraid that everything will be deleted
And I will wait for eons and not criticize at all
So that one day I will find you when you call
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6. |
Gadgets
04:13
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Once I was staring at the floor
While the mouse hole told me riddles
To make up for my lack of vision
And an incomplete CD will become the death of me
Then upon my back there snuck a decision
So much for third person dialogue and parent traps
I had set myself, devoid of anybody to help
But the slot car jumped the gun and so nobody won
And now I'm stuck from wall to wall with boxes full of
Gadgets are breaking into my house
Getting ready to fill the void of all I asked for
And I can't get rid of the mess
But it's my own fault, I guess
My mineshaft bore too much for fruition
While I can only stockpile
My finger on the pulse, the extractions from my new tradition in
Gadgets are trying to wear me out
Adding up on the hour and I can't take much more
The man in the light blue lab coat said
That I really ought to take a step outdoors
And my only stumbling block
Is that I won't possess a home to crawl into anymore
With all these gadgets
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7. |
When The Weak Get Weaker
03:14
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Country-fried hair and a grown-up mask
You got a green caravan to take to task
But it's slim to none and slim skipped town
Gotta hold all the calls or they'll take you down
Strep throat, ready with the piece of ploy
Those Constantinopleans jump for joy
Got the attitude of a pissed off feigner
With the drunk complexion of a young John Boehner
She's tall and blonde, falling out of touch
With the Vicodin she never really cared for much
She's staring down the barrel of an empty head
'Cause his cheese brain blocked all the words she said
She needs five new mindsets, one at a time
With a ferry from the carrier pigeon line
Fitting in with everything just like taupe
But the eight ball speaketh and it says "nope"
This is what happens when the weak get weaker
Peel out, leave the city in flames
Look the devil in the eye and then call him names
You get a sheik veneer and a crooked grin
As you fall into the same trap over again
Quiet in the alley in the fishing yard
Got a dollar for your neighbor on a Metro card
With the sleek breeze carrying a tune
That's been everywhere but it's new to you
Meanwhile, she's covering the database
Blacking out each page with her rollerblades
Stop whining, you say it's fine
And you looked at the chart and bug's benign
Dream big, collar that criminal
Super-amplify the superliminal
Ready as a ranger with a razor cap
But the horoscope reads "stay home and nap"
Call me exceptional, call me irreparable now
Call me forgettable, call me regrettable now
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8. |
Ampersand
02:52
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Fingernails spell out words in the dirt
All the while fumbling aimlessly
And raining on this parade we brought to town
Soaked in dark permanent marker and stained to the crown
Wall to wall, smokescreen sad passengers
Lingering, waiting for something new
To grab a hold and then knock the control from their hands
Shouting to no one their deepening list of demands
To the west the sun droops in the sky
Bored to death, as a man picks up a paper to read
And the wants and the needs and the climb
We parade on 'til the daylight is gone
We list out our dreams while we muffle our screams
But the tunnel will bend and we'll float to the end in due time
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9. |
Only The Beginning
03:47
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I think I might have a lump under my arm
I should probably get that squared away
But if I drive I might push myself too far
So I guess that I'll stay
I promise this is not the end
This is only the beginning for us, my friend
And if you ever are in doubt about the life that you've been living
This is only the beginning
Used to like to go running after dark
That was back when we weren't petrified
Of an unwanted hand or coarse remark
Now we huddle inside
No matter how the documents from yesterday
Are blacked out and slathered
Well, they can't take away the promises we made
They're the ones that matter
Are you dreaming of summer where you are?
Back before all the statues broke in too
If the masses had not trampled my car
I'd come looking for you
I'll come looking for you
When the flags have fallen down
And the mortar dries up and the cracks are old and thinning
You will link your arm in mine
And we will fight our way to the front line
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10. |
Hold Me Back
05:11
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We gathered in the open court
Following a trail of pebbles Devon picked up at the lake
Youth is wasted on the young
The rest of us were stuck there
Clutching at a feeling we couldn't shake
They said the seas were choppy at best
A wiser man would stay at home
The flagship planted on the bow
A million miles away from anything resembling paradise
We rocked for hours, maybe days
The whirls so brutal that a hot deserted island sounded nice
And then the cannon fire from where, I couldn't say
Too busy buried in my bed
Hold me back, hold me back
Hold me back, don't let me get 'em
Hold me back, hold me back
Hold me back, hold me back
Hold me back, I'm gonna get 'em
Now is the time when I attack
Now is the time when we attack
They took my wife and took my son
They took my wallet
And they emptied out the pockets in my shorts
I wondered where the captain went
"He's all but gator food for now," the leader managed to retort
It seemed so fruitless then to make for anywhere
There wasn't anywhere to be
You're probably scratching at your scalp
You're thinking to yourself
How could this man have gotten out alive?
His family standing by his sides
Based on the parable I told, there's no way that I could survive
A tale deceitful isn't what you signed up for
Tell everyone I said farewell
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