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Superlative Oceans
04:45
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Knuckle sandwiches
Pound cake, bundt instruments
All of this macho shit
All of this misplaced ambition
Insecurities
Clueless conspiracies
Bolstering theories
Of media-illiterate times
21st century alphabet
Hell of a time
To get lost in it,
Lost in superlative oceans
Just repost it
Again, and again, and again
And again, and again
For the two thousandth time
Just repost it
Again, and again, and again
And again, and again
For the two thousandth time
Wait, her thoughts
Are on the amber sky
You couldn’t follow what she said
So you’re just gonna wave goodbye
You could do us all a solid
You could do us all a solid
Hate, I heard it
On the morning drive
It doesn’t matter what you see
You’re certain that your king is right
You could do us all a solid
You could do us all a solid
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2. |
Run Circuses
03:27
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Janice got to see light in it's rarest form,
And watch the sun disk fade away,
And the moon reborn
But the sky fills up with the state we're in
And the state's twice as grey as the city is
With this fuckwork orange and his nonsense nurse:
Have an instrument mouth and a brain that did
Do the Montana Mumble and record trip
Jesus Christ! I'm afraid for us all.
It's not the 6'3" monkey, it's that we're so fucking small.
We've got a confident lean, and a confident tie.
We follow confident boys who tell confident lies.
Got an insecure filter for personal trust.
Insecure reasons to be carved out as a bust!
Emotionally, we've got nothing to lose...
The streets are all dead with these confidence blues.
Don't get righteous babe,
Don't get righteous baby, no!
Stormy weather, instant pleasure;
Dilettantes collide. We lost it all,
We're still alive.
Shut down the lies!
Turn up the night!
I've got a patience to build.
Gotta waste my time.
Got a fire to sell,
and a major crime.
I run circuses well.
I run circuses well.
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When opportunity comes in your sleep,
Will you want to be awake anymore?
When your reality files (a) defeat,
Will you want to bend the knee anymore?
Well, if the truth is what you make,
Then you’re making out with shit in your teeth.
If the truth is what you make,
Then you’re making out with shit in your teeth.
When opportunity comes in your sleep,
You won't have to be awake anymore.
You can roll up and hide from deceit
In your blanket of obscurity.
Well, the truth is what you make,
And you’re making out with shit in your teeth.
If the truth is what you make,
Then you’re making out with shit in your teeth.
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Certifiably numb
Objectifiably so
Get your hands out of my mouth
Get your hands out of my mouth
You’ve got your gallery on your phone
It doesn’t matter, it still hurts to be alone
You’ve got your gallery on your phone
Just Instagram it, or you’ll feel all alone
You’ve got your Karma on your phone
It doesn’t matter, it still hurts to be alone
Fans across the globe, it doesn’t matter
You’ve got your fans across the globe
It doesn’t matter, it still hurts to be alone
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5. |
The Context of a Shadow
01:38
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6. |
Tom Kinkade
02:41
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Imagine the desperation
Of abandoning inherent, apparent value
For the superficial value of power and proximity—
Not being able to discern the two.
A pit of humanity climbing and crawling over one another
To escape a sinkhole of their own design,
Unable to cure the consumption which will eventually devour their souls—
If they were anything but withering consumption to begin with.
Buy me a Tom Kinkade,
He’s the greatest painter of our age.
Tom Kinkade!
Was the foremost model for our age.
People keep running,
People keep hiding from themselves.
Running,
People keep hiding from themselves.
Make it rain!
It’s the way truth is made.
The cascade
From the top
Where it’s safe.
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Get yer fuckin' funny money.
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8. |
Retrograde Christmas
04:20
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Lazily lying in bed for a retrograde Christmas
Lazily lying in bed for a long, long winter
Patiently passing the time through a hole in the carpet
Pixels arranged in the way I imagine I’m feeling
Give me a feeling that cannot be packaged and sold
Give me a way to unpack the unpackaging mold
As long as I trust my ideas to the market of being
I’ll never have any reality worthy of freeing
It’s not that the meaning has gone, it was always inside us
But now it’s the cliche instead of the tyrant that guides us
Standing and raising a voice is surrendering truth
The words you authentically said will become something new
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Alone
But the thoughts that you have aren’t your own
Just the fabric on which you’re sewn
So you just can’t conceive of yourself
And you just can’t believe in your
Self
Some meandering words in time
A great mound of these tools of mind
At the bottom is where you’ll find
At the bottom is where you’ll
Find
How you want to describe yourself
For the mound is your source of wealth
And it all crumbles in on your youth
And it all crashes down on the
Truth:
A recursive, reflexive idea:
An exertion of power and fear;
What a shattered debate we’re in;
What a careless collection of
Skin.
What a careless collection of skin.
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You thought that you had found a believer
But nothing you could say would deceive her
You thought that you had found a believer
Nothing you could say would defeat her
Nothing you can say will delete her
Nothing you could say would deceive her
The violence of the Sun
And the temperature’s begun to deplete me
As if I needed loss to reheat me
They thought that they had found a believer
But nothing they could say would deceive her
When justice is afloat
And the power fetishers guide the pieces
As far as we can see that the reef is
We thought that we could be the perceivers
But no one there would hear or receive us
We thought that we could be the perceivers
But everyone instead misconceived us
I felt alone so long but now I feel again
I just wanna be with you here, now
I felt afraid so long but I’m still me again
Let’s just go and hide from the Sun
I just wanna hide from the Sun
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11. |
Gestations
02:36
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Failure
It’s what you want to do
It’s what you’re gonna do
It’s what you wanna do
Well, do it to it now
When advertising shapes how you see
Success through insecurity’s means
Now monetize your reality
You could be
Comfortably
Dumb
You put your hand on her shoulder, hold her
With all the lies that you told her:
"Don’t be genuine, girl
That’s the way of the world
Surrender"
I don’t want to fight any more
I want to lay it all out
And put it all on the floor
You know I’d rather be poor
Than pissing into the wind
You know I’d rather be meek
Thank overcome with chagrin
Finding my worth in a grin
Instead of whether I scored
Don’t want to fight any more
It’s only your pride that;s sore
Don’t wave your dick in my face
It’s only your pride that’s sore
This “proving shit”s a disgrace
Don’t wanna play any more
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12. |
The Least of These
04:27
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I was the silent type
When the moon came down to say hi
Your zero-sum and all for one:
If you have some, they must have none
The least of these, you did to me
The least of these; do they really have to earn your love?
Forget your smooth-skinned sophistry
And leave the scarred and roughed-up to their lives
Give them a little bit of hard-earned love
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13. |
Bottom Feeder
05:20
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Bottom feeder
And you can't get a job
All your life
You're consumed by a pelagic creature
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