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Nov 95
07:25
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I was raised by seven mothers, missing faces but paying rent
Times of fighting all concluded by atom bombs and governments
My paleness dotted by red, a head filled with sisters
And now I blister my headlands knowing that I miss her
A voice cries, begging not to squirm when you're fucked
From children to Klansmen, all want to be sucked
You are the chosen one, walking through the valley
Looking for a demon to pleasure in every sacred alley
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Kosmonaut I
05:14
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Your voice is a-singing
A sad song I once heard
When my head was fully submerged
Muffled sounds out of the bathtub
I told you to stop knocking
Stop talking and leave me alone
Just let me make this phone call
It'll be my very last one
Don't let me fade away
Don't let me fade away
I thought that I was nothing
But I heard a voice
And it was calling me away
Records I once heard - And yours was the first
I shattered it when I hit the walls - And I hit the ground at once
Seconds until collapse - You gave me your methods
I used them up but couldn't make a change
Your voice is a-screaming at me
And I don't know how to respond
You called the cops on me
And let me sink into my pond
They knocked twice then knocked down the door
Everybody still wants more of me
But I don't want this anymore
Don't let me fade away
Don't make this mistake
I thought that I was reeling
From a lack of any feeling
Then I heard your voice and broke
You said something to me
I lost all language to speak
I simply fell to the ground
And let out all this bullshit
ad infinitum: I wanna come home soon.
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3. |
No Identity
02:17
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Until you walk into my world
I'll have a throat made of candy
And a heart of paste
Until you see me as I am
I'll be stuck in this body
In this mind, what a waste
Until you feed me berries and nuts
I'm gonna make you a martyr
And turn you into dust
Until you see me as I am
I'll be stuck in a body that I cannot trust
I see you; I'll be you
I'll make no change for me
My comfort won't register
I have no identity
And when our bodies fall to the ground
We're gonna grab them
And set them upright again
And when there is a hell in this earth
We won't deny anything
And embrace all our sins
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4. |
Symptoms, Bullet-Form
04:58
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I feel so disrespected
Don't you feel the same
My body's getting over me
And I'm not allowed to complain
I don't want to make you mine
I just want to waste my time
I don't want to drive you away
But my body's driven to decay
I am sinking into the ground
I'll hold your hand and drown
Gone searching, gone fishing
I feel so disenchanted
All my lessons don't apply to me
I want to be the insurrection
And find out what's wrong with me
I don't want to make you mine
I just want to waste my time
I don't know how to say
This will end the same damn way
I'm just an article, symptoms bullet form
This is just infatuation anymore
Gone searching for answers
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5. |
Stairway
02:44
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I thought I saw your face
But it was not your face
It was filled with rage
For a different place and I don't know your place
I thought I knew your heart
Before you made it mine
But now I find
My friends are assholes and so am I
So when you tell me to breathe
I won't give in or leave
Your soul turns black and you can't see
The light at the end of the stairway
I thought I knew your kind
But I don't know your kind
And sometimes I find
These Nazi fucks are a different kind
I thought I was your one
But now I'm no one
And before you rest
I must confess that they're no ones
Before you rest
I must confess that they're no ones
So when you tell me to leave
I won't give in and breathe
Your soul turns black and you can't see
The light dimming on the stairway
If I give up on my music dreams
I'll fall asleep laughing
And I'll wake up in the morning feeling great
Cause the birds will chirp cacophonies
And I will scream triumphantly
When hopelessness will never fucking fade
When feelings of inadequacy stay the same
When loneliness conspires with fear again
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6. |
The Coastal Shelf
03:40
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You're the only thing keeping me alive
I know it's pathetic but it's what
You would've wanted to hear before you died
I don't know what to do with myself
All my plans were with you at the coastal shelf
And I would've followed you
But they finally caught up with me
I visited you every week and kept you safe and warm
I know it's pathetic but you have
No jacket or coat within your permanent dorm
There is nothing to be said
Who was the one that found you dead
I know you don't want to see me
In this house with all these memories
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7. |
Kosmonaut II
11:36
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I cannot rid myself of my paranoia or anxiety
Instead I'll cherish them and let them guide me to a last defeat
I'm ashamed of all the flaws that are self-made
I'm ashamed of all the people I may not have saved
Happiness and comfort are separate and very fickle things
Feeling one and feeling both are counteractive to my poetry
I'm ashamed of the person that I am
I'm ashamed of all the friends that I will no longer have
So you can take a ride on a train and head out to the coast
I will stay here with a book and keep all of your things very close
My name never leaves your lips but deep down I know you can feel me
If it comes to lack of skin and lack of shelter I hope you can feel me
Counting down the days inside my calendar until I won't return
Treating all the people that I know I'll miss with nothing but scorn
I'm ashamed of all the thoughts still killing me
I'm ashamed of all the thoughts not telling me
That this isn't a way to an end, it's only a way to delay your heartbreak
But I'll soar into the stars and find a second route onto the highway
I'm ashamed of all the choices that I've made
I'm ashamed of all the loved ones that ran away
So you can take a ride on a train and head out to the coast
I will stay here with the tools to keep you out my heart and out to roast
My name will never leave your lips or anyone's when I am gone for good
If it comes to lack of skin and lack of shelter you know I wish I could
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I can't even hang out with anyone I call a friend
I don't even know who I am anymore and yet again
I will try to fix a problem with no solution there to prove
Space shit is fucking cool but I wanna come home soon...
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They surrendered their guns in a forward motion
Nobody would be saved
Against the wall and tumbling into the ocean
They flew into a watery grave
Drunker than any human should be
Their vision blurred as they saw the Great Concavity
And in a boat on the sea
They would be nothing more than pigs to you and me
The lights got dimmer and the weights grew heavy
They fell into a cycle of mediocrity
Without a way to reach into the levee
We couldn't make the incision necessary
Drunker than any fucker should be
They laid down their arms and raised their white flags in the sea
And without any beauty to see
They resigned themselves to being pigs to you and me
The highway surrounds us with problems
None of which we can solve on our own
The highway surrounds us with problems
None of which are our faults
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