1. |
Beg
03:02
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Gone are those days, I'm telling you I've changed my ways.
You can't move upwards by looking up and doing right by God.
Gone are those days, integrity was just a phase.
Sometimes, to make some time you gotta go ahead and hold some heads underwater.
So honey don't beg me now.
'Cause I ain't begging you.
God already made you in his image.
What more could you ask for?
Don't pray no more, when things get hard,
put grease on my arm, rub elbows with God,
sharpen my skills, spit-shine my sword,
cut overhead and chop heads with the Lord.
I guess there was something going on after all.
I guess there was a chance in Hell that I wasn't aware of.
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2. |
Snowflake
03:30
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I sleep on bubble wrap, I scream in the shower,
I chew my cigarettes, I snort cinnamon powder,
I'm eccentric in a very marketable way.
Be careful where you swing that feather,
The modern gospel of self left my ego fragile,
Quick, someone tell me I'm so special.
The product of millions of years of cutthroat evolution, baby.
Unique snowflakes look the same from a distance
There's too many cooks in the kitchen
We can't all be shepherds with no sheep.
Follow me!
Must be a fearless, bold new era!
There must be a brave new frontier!
Must be a revolution stirring!
A new world, we're all pioneers!
I tried to give up my security blanket,
Tried to detach myself from the expected placenta,
But everyone says I won't sell no records.
Late night backseat hijinks
Honeysuckle sickly sweet
Don't try to hide the stink, I can smell you from here.
It's prepackaged bad behavior
I'm your hero, I'm your savior
Special snowflakes look the same from a distance
There's too many cooks in the kitchen
We can't all be shepherds with no sheep.
Follow me!
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3. |
Con Artista
03:52
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Embracing my changeling status chasing fireflies
Dissolving into a pool
My eyes do not reflect do not betray me
My eyes do not show, they do not show me
Anything you want to know, just ask me, just ask I'll tell you the truth.
I'm a con ya, I'm a con ya, I'm a con artist.
Con artista.
Why don't you go be someone else's problem somewhere else?
Ride or die cliche spouting number
Fly through the hooks without a clue
My eyes do not reflect do not betray me
My eyes do not show, they do not show me
Con artista!
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4. |
Once You See It
03:21
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Do you know who you are?
The eye of the storm.
The chaos of the calm.
All my friends are asking me if I'm ok,
I'm barely hanging on.
A shock to the system.
Can you hear me, won't you listen?
Life just ain't a movie with a Hollywood ending,
Are you dreaming or are you living?
Once you see it you won't believe it.
The cat got my tongue.
Am I in this all alone?
You just wait around until your cameo,
But the curtains are already drawn.
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5. |
Lonely Road
03:43
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I've been wondering why for the longest time
I thought for oh so long I lost my mind
I've been wandering through this labyrinth
The good Lord knows I've tried but I can't make sense
Of the monster inside.
It's a lonely road for us.
Why would you lean on me when you're in need?
I'm just as scared as you right now, I can't lead.
Broken plates and hammered skulls.
Your head is empty but your heart is full.
I'm walking on pins and needles here.
All that acupuncture and my head still ain't clear.
I'm diving right into my fear.
And I might sink, I just might disappear.
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6. |
Wyre Hangerz
03:46
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Your tongue wags to and fro.
You're upset and shit, I know.
Come out of the dressing room.
I didn't choose to be born in a closet.
I didn't ask to be born in a closet.
You never said a word before.
You never had words before, no.
You never said a word before.
You never had words before, you never said anything.
I didn't choose to be born.
I didn't ask to be born.
YOU'RE DOING THIS OUT OF SPITE JUST ADMIT IT
You never said a word before.
You never had words before, you never said anything.
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7. |
Veil
02:39
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I need a veil to tear off.
Need a cause to give up on.
Need my face up on walls.
Need my name in giant letters.
I don't see I don't hear I don't know.
I don't see I don't hear I don't want to know.
Praise be to the game.
Why pay attention to the costs.
Go to the bank, hit withdraw.
Buy happiness in shiny bottles.
The resource starved howl right outside the pearly door...
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8. |
Wound Up
03:28
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I need a body to hold onto.
Drowning, need a dream to grab onto.
Self-accosted, reprehended, handcuffs on your eyelids.
What do you even see in yourself?
Well, you never can turn me off.
I'm wound up for business!
Whispered pleas for purpose.
Oh please, won't someone reverse this?
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9. |
TLDR
03:38
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It was a break in the logic
It was a flawed existence
It was a line of bad code that threw off the balance
It was a refused handshake
It was a worn-out welcome
We don't play nice anymore.
In a quantum state
Frozen in place
Dial zero for the operator
I told you so
It's touch and go
Didn't you get the memo?
I hacked and coughed on a wall
I called it art so it was
I waxed poetic license, justice
I think and therefore I am
What I think's shallow as hell
Therefore I am shallow.
So don't dive in
There's no deep end
You'll crack your head, dead man's float
I told you so
It's ebb and flow
How low can you limbo?
GOOD GOD DON'T SHOOT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
You've got nerves of steel I can pluck like guitar strings.
Send you down the river, baby Moses, good luck and Godspeed.
Or whatever.
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10. |
Growl
03:51
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Growl at the moon.
Scream into my pillow.
Content to consume.
Sugarpill to swallow.
I get by mama, don't you worry about me
Let's not talk about what I do with my body
I get by mama, don't you worry about me
Let's not talk about what I do to my body
'Til there's no room left for love.
Is there no room left for love?
Frozen in my room.
Staring at the ceiling.
Not meant to be a groom.
Do you know the feeling?
Is my mind my own to lose?
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