1. |
Debtor's Prison
03:08
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Fortune favors an arrested state
and a prison wage
Circumscribed body politic
Gun to your back
Not a call to make
A debt never fully repaid
It’s getting harder to swallow the pill
When they’re at your throat with a knife
Making rounds to settle the bill
Paid it back so many times
Red flash a warning shot
Ringing out like an iron bell
In the soil the barrels hot
Before the body ever even fell
It’s getting harder to swallow the pill
Tell me that ain’t true, Doc
Just take two and tell me
How do you feel?
Hand in hand descend down the primrose path
Unaware of that the walls are closing in
They can sell you a lie
Make you sign on a line
And confiscate your promised half
It’s getting harder to follow the plot
It’s harder just to locate a vein
By quarter three if the percentage drops
Another stone with a name
Can you tell me if anything’s right
Penitence from the less than contrite
making rounds to settle the bill
Paid it back one too many times
No time to sound the alarm
We both know what’s right or wrong
No time to sound the alarm
I think it’s time to swallow your pride
We both know what’s wrong or right
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2. |
The Fly
03:02
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Seeing the death, from the distance
I will admit, I’m against it
Seeing the breath, it’s oblivious
I will admit, I'm against it
Bleeding the sound through the void, I crave it
I’m alone and you know, it’s my will.
Are you dead? I will admit, I’m transfixed
Are you dead? Phenomenon, I can’t quit
Are you dead? I’m not a self, it’s tedious
Are you dead? Phenomenon, it’s meaningless
Unnatural states, I can’t equate
It’s self-contained, effectuate
There is a way to hope
There is a way for those that will atone
There is a way to hope for those that want to be alone
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3. |
Carbon Sink(ing)
02:54
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The world is burning, and we are out of options
Political, cyclical and I am responsible
Step down, your ignorance is killing us
Transient means will be the end of us
Step down, your ignorance is killing us
Transient means..
The world is burning, and we are out of options
Political, cyclical and I am responsible
Don't want to be a part of your post war comfort
Your hope in the afterlife will make us suffer
Imagine a world without suffering, I can imagine anything
We will, not cause, prehistoric
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4. |
On Sale for Nothing
03:13
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Gift of elocution (former disparity)
Or recitation (measure of vanity)
Glorified institution (seeking polarity)
Predatory invective salesmen
It’s no surprise
Play acting like a big shot to weather the shit storm
Your own worst public enemy
Talk points, spin dry
Two mouths, one each for the left and the right side
No limit of duplicity
No future vision (former disparity)
Just a small incision (measure of vanity)
No future vision (seeking polarity)
No wasted incantation
Relive past lives
Simulated existence to resemble the offline
Obedience mission critical
And when you die alone in the cloud for prosecution of thought crime
Internet research agency
No matter who you are
On sale for nothing
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Palaces
03:01
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Gnawing on the separated hand that feeds
Insulation from doubt breeds under cultivation
And over consumption
Nefarious silence passive violence
But who am I
I know who am I
To find flaw in design with the pride you describe as your creation
Parasitic attachment
Commodification and over extraction
Look what you’ve done, look what you’ve done
You’ve done it
Stripped to the bone world of abundance
Infestation
Attacking the host until it dies
Outsource your demise
Negligenocide
Who am I
I know who am I but who are you
To nail to the wall every future generation
Perilously close to a change
Every campaigns end and all for personal gain
Palaces are burning
(Hubris is winning, can’t you cut it)
Feeding your flames of immolation
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6. |
Threshold
04:51
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The crisis wanes, incomplete
It will not abate
Something will tip the precipice
It’s far too late to reset it
I don’t know, what’s at stake
Our collective hand has its fate
Intertwined and deepened still
I don’t know what conceals
The crisis wanes for us, it’s not too late
It’s like we have given up, it’s too late
The crisis wanes for us, it’s here
The tourniquet has left us clear
Let’s rinse our collective hands with the seeds of our ignorance
The threshold tips, paradox of individual action, stifling
The crisis wanes, collective action, collective problems, collective solutions, collective destruction.
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