1. |
Worth
01:03
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If I put words to this song
This is probably how they would sound
What are you waiting for, something to happen?
Just stupidly standing around
I'm with you, I don't know what to do
Expending all of my resources hoping this is worth it
I'm with you, don't fucking know what to do
Flushing all of my money
Down a shitty/pissy bar toilet
Searching for a reason
Hoping this is worth it
If I put worth to my life
I would not still be passed out on this couch
What am I waiting for, to be discovered?
Just drinking and fucking around
I'm with you.....
Watching all of my money
Go up in clouds of smoke
Searching for a reason
Hoping this is worth it
Knowing that it isn't
But it's all I know
Fcking motherfucker
Won't somebody help me down
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2. |
Gaze Internalized
03:15
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Maybe they really do know what's best for me
They always advertise exactly what I need
It pops up, it's right there on my screen
It's in my feed
It's almost like they're listening
Raised under watchful eye
Gaze internalized
Raised under all seeing eye
Gaze internalized
I'm surrounded by sycophants, tattletales, narcs, and suspicous plant
But my presence hardly seems to warrant a glance
Cuz I've fallen out of algorithm
My citizen score is so frightfully low
Consumer profile has got nothing to show
I'm nothing, I'm no one, that's what they know
And I'd really prefer to keep it that way
Raised under watchful eye
Gaze internalized
Fear the electric eye
Gaze internalized
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3. |
Gravel Clouds
03:55
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The stars are out over the fields tonight
Flooded cuts shining in the pale moonlight
I've been dancing with the devil on the levy by my chevy
Jamming heavy metal sloppy drunk
Waiting on the sun to rise
And the air is so thick with evil you can taste it
And the air is so thick that you can cut it with a knife
Watch the night bleed black into that muddy soil and leave not a trace
So I can breathe it all in through the mouthpiece of my pipe
We're picking stools for toads
Cop car rolling down a gravel road
With the paper man riding shotgun with the shotgun
Shovel in the back
Looking for a spot to dig him a hole
I walk the gullies and the ditches with the devil by my side
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4. |
Cornbread
01:00
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What you gonna give me for my piece of cornbread?
You better get your hands off of my piece of cornbread
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5. |
Ants Vs Locusts
01:30
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Call me crazy I won't give up
I'll fight a losing battle and still stand up
Won't stand down, no we can't stand still
We are out of line, live or die on this anthill
Work, pray
All day
We do
They say
Eat, sleep
Don't think
Don't fear the brink
Cuz it's ants vs locusts
Numbers vs size
Serving kings and queens
Working for our lives
We march in line
We're biding our time
We're building kingdoms out of dirt
We march in line
We're biding our time
We'll own the products of our own work
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6. |
Knowing
03:29
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You can't see through the gaps in your walls
No one true reality binds them all
You're looking through a hole that only you can see
(Your) perception is the key
Cuz knowing isn't half of the battle
It's all so much more complex than it seems
Knowing isn't half of the battle
They're selling you the substance of dreams
Do what you do you know what you're doing
Do what you do you know what you've done
Do what you do, you don't know what you're doing
What have you done?
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7. |
Gimme Space
01:26
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Don't wanna hear what you think or what you've got to say
Cuz I hate the stupid shit that just fell out of your face
It doesn't matter who you are or what you think you're supposed to do
You can't get space from yourself, I can't be close to you
Gimme Space
Now slow your roll, you know that's no way to behave, you need to stop
Lower your voice, put down your hands/the knife
Before they call the fucking cops
The problem is you, and you is me
Cuz I hate myself inside of everything I see
It doesn't matter who I am or what I think I'm supposed to do
I can't get space from myself, I can't be close to you
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8. |
Twists and Turns
03:36
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Gray apartments litter the landscape
Concrete's an uncomfortable blanket
Square shaped strip malls have escape on sale
But the air inside tastes stale
The light dances around the corners of vision
The patterns emerbe and seem implicit
Twists and turns
It's a maze in your mind
Reality resides
Beyond space and time
Silent streets empty for the night
Alternating shadows with flourescent light
Unknown portals beckon all around
Listen closely and you'll hear unspoken sounds
(There's) A whisper inside a quiet mind
There's a wrinkle in time, mistaken crossing of lines
Now the signals been lost and we're all on our own
Yeah we're all on our own
Yeah we all die alone
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9. |
Thought Crimes
03:25
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Everywhere and I go and everyone I know
Everything I see embeds in memories
Little files in my mind that I can go and find
Among the secret little places I hide all my thought crimes
Thought crimes
But can they see in my mind
My mantra becomes my crime
Love and hate on the same line
I love myself all the time
I love myself all the time
I function in society
Got a sense of self-propriety
I wade through this anxiety
To function in society
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