1. |
Time Unused
03:26
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don't you feel alone
it sure looks like you're a lonely friend
I sure feel it sometimes
but most times I just pretend I'm loved
take your dry bones out sometime
and soak them wet
feel the room get dim and swallow your sad soul
down with your regret
and I'm drifting through this little life
with little patience
a looming of our exiled smiles
an overbearing sense
of muse and time unused
don't you feel the waste
it sure feels like the years were never here
I sure remember some times
but most times I'm just not aware they ever were
take your wet eyes out sometime
and drink them dry
feel the world get lit and and burn your sad life
before you calcify
and I'm drifting through this little life
with little patience
a looming of our exiled smiles
an overbearing sense
of muse and time unused
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2. |
At the Apogee
04:14
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I have never been so far away
from this blue-green jailhouse
there's not air connecting life
or to keep my fire on
I'm eclipsing where I'm from
everyone's in dark night
a shadow in the shape of man
over endless childhood's land
why am I still alive
it's more than I deserve
or want
or need
and as the mists begin to form
and roll in from twilight
I turn to face the boiling sun
and offer her my eyesight
why am I still alive
it's more than I deserve
or want
or need
from pillar to post I drift and wail
as the earth crescents
and years melt memories of me
like the oceans seep away
the incessant turning of the orbs
and the flares, they guide me
black matter drowns me in this void
as the silence lingers on and on...
why am I still alive
it's more than I deserve
or want
or need
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3. |
My Time is Blue
03:34
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keep checking off the boxes
till you run out of space
don't forget your time now
don't forget your place
I've been writing for a week now
with the room all penciled in
I'm sleeping on the crevice
where the paper ain't too thin
and my time is blue
and running through the cracks
formed in my mind
and living in my back
my crime is you
living in all black
inside my time
and turning it way back
and I'm fucked up on the weekend
just to fuck up something more
this constant droning in me
this constant bloody war
I've been writhing till I'm weak now
where the gloom ain't stenciled thin
and I'm creeping like an heiress
where the piper's piping grim
and my time is blue
and running through the cracks
formed in my mind
and living in my back
my crime is you
living in all black
inside my time
and turning it way back
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4. |
Oblique Eristicism
04:12
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well I took it to the taker
and he thanked me that I had returned
he took me in for an all nighter
so I had all the night with him
thanks, mister man, for all the hard drugs
thanks for the number of the beast
I'll call to talk about believers
and bleeders hanging just like pictures
you ended yourself and then
you gods destroy the world
you play the world and then
you old men destroyed it all
yeah you old men destroyed it all
hey mogul will you be my saviour
will you write off all my sins
I know I'll see you when we die now
we will glimpse you on the move
man I really turned the corner right
when the blue red cornered me
I ducked and rolled and then recovered
bleeding naked on the fissure
I took a cab to where the people
weren't grey and ill at ease
he dropped me off down at the graveyard
and he pointed to my ditch
you ended yourself and then
you gods destroy the world
you play the world and then
you old men destroyed it all
yeah you old men destroyed it all
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5. |
Nothing Matters
04:43
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as the seas rise we go down
into darkness wet and cold
and all the borders that we thought we had
they're just lines drawn in the sand
and all the ashes that we eat
they just leave us hollow
I just had this dream where I thought I had
a future without sorrow
and how foolish can we be
to think that anything matters
well it don't matter much to me
I blacked out somewhere in a town
came out on the other side
I saw all that I could ever see
and never had another night of dreams
and then woke up next to icy sheets
I heard the door creak and click shut
and all the plans I thought we had
we never had so I just breathe in the sea
and how foolish can we be
to think that anything matters
well it don't matter much to me
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6. |
We All Got it Coming
02:23
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I told her
she took it badly
felt sorry for my slow demise
it‘s alright
I told her sadly
I‘ll just wait for my black hearse ride
but its alright
we all got it coming
and there‘s a million little things I want to say
there‘s a million little things I'd rather do
but if it never comes to that I‘m just glad
that I had you
I hid it
dealt with it badly
but ignoring didn‘t lead to bliss
I slept long
was never at ease
my heart just beating way too strong
but it‘s alright
we all got it coming
and there‘s a million little things I want to say
there‘s a million little things I'd rather do
but if it never comes to that I‘m just glad
that I had you
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7. |
Like the Fucking Devil
03:37
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I took some drugs so you took them too
you took some more than was good for you
and you drained away
like the fucking devil
we talked so much all through the night
and all you said, yeah well, you were right
so we made some love
like the fucking devil
what am I gonna do
what am I gonna say
we're going down, down, down, down, down
like all in this tinseltown
I wrote work off, I was full of it
I'd rather wake and then take a hit
I‘m as stoned as a Sphynx
and as free as the fucking devil
so sing a song and sign away your soul
to the lord of rock n roll
and be one with the great red
fucking devil
what am I gonna do
what am I gonna say
we're going down, down, down, down, down
like all in this tinseltown
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8. |
Apathy
04:25
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I've been a long time running
from a longtime friend
it's just so hard to let things go
yeah, it's hard without a home
I've been hard time drinking
in these hard days, mom
it's just so hard to just forget
yeah, it's hard in an wound up head
but I'm too skinny to survive this cold
but I don't mind that you don't love me
please try to pretend for a while
'cause soon enough
I will end and die
I've been a sick time sleeping
in this ragtag bed
that is made of shit an stone
yeah, it's hard sleeping all alone
but I'm too broken to grow this old
but I don't mind that you don't know me
please try to pretend that you think you do
and soon enough I will end and die
and soon enough I will end and die
in the end...
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