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accel
03:20
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all i want is to chronicle my dumbass reverie
so i can pretend to understand twin peaks
but the hounds sound out post human frequencies
and manifest edward norton out here from venice beach
and rain like missiles on the sheet metal
piercing underneath
man how you fall asleep
when the knife’s out the sheath
so you’ll wait up
they’ll come lacerate the wheels today
your movement’s for momentum’s sake
so the only time
you lift a finger is when
your eyelids fire
kept in silence
all the dreams that you digest
are you underwater
uninspired
incapacitated by the cement
it seems like nothing ever changed
so apathy begins
nothing rids the stains
like bleaching of the skin
so you'll wake up
go and grant their wish of model homes
they’d still invent problems of their own
i just live here, this ain't really home
but i’ll keep your monochrome invisible
posting on twitter with the sunglasses
reflecting the mirror of your utility vehicle
and rain like missiles on the sheet metal
(can you see the light dance before us)
piercing underneath
(why should your life be a performance)
man how you fall asleep
(permanence in all the contortions)
when the knife's out the sheath
(break your legs for a hostile chorus)
so you'll wake up
(can you see the light dance before us
why should your life be a performance)
and tomorrow will be the same as today
(permanence in all the contortions
break your legs for a hostile chorus)
and there's no way out
(can you see the light dance before us
why should your life be a performance)
in the cul-de-sac corralling the blame
(permanence in all the contortions
break your legs for a hostile chorus)
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2. |
muffler
02:53
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say you never leave on time
hypnotised
rolling back again outside
douse your fire
from the inside
scream so polite
doesn’t break the surface
voices in decay
been closed off in your say
its so like you
jousting with your offhand
as i see it
i think you misunderstand
i mean no harm
but its losing its lustre
and wearing off the charm
we oxidise together
like the schemes you never start
mind blending a sludge
of tertiary fog
just an underflow
collecting a mirage
only in silence do we speak
its just how we are
but the quiet seems so far
from the inside
there’s nothing i can find
to break the circuit
say you never leave on time
hypnotised
rolling back again outside
douse your fire
the way you repeat your lines
so dignified
and now we start again tongue tied
just resigned
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3. |
idle
04:04
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if your body is a temple
guess we commit convenient sacrilege
hope you forgive us
like the cast of your favourite narratives
cause all your idols just might be assholes
way too much weight on that pedestal
between the coke, hairline and jaw growth
hide transgressions in footnotes
trust mark wahlberg on pcp
to liberate a french colony
telepathic messaging
shared via encephalopathy
why don’t you
cut the wire
it’s way too late
detonate
so what did you expect anyway
illusory in new fatigue and
chameleons masquerade
ectothermic in the light
leach the warmth
from outside
delusory when you succeed
a future we overwrite
6 feet underneath that limbo pole
all to praise the lowest plateau
i dont know you and i never will
while you bear the casket upon a hill
narcissists go fly their kite
and sneak back in when the timing’s right
with the pr team all by their side
when the same shit happens are you surprised
watch the statue by the one way glass
a layer of separation won’t interact
the scrutiny all lies surpassed
when you’re bronze in your veins with an inscribed plaque
trial by fire you galvanise
to weed out the parasites
collateral set aside
you’ll survive
so what did you expect anyway
illusory in new fatigue and
chameleons masquerade
ectothermic in the light
leach the warmth
from outside
delusory when you succeed
a future we overwrite
your boss is a creep man who could have seen it
hr talking and they won’t believe it
dying authors and they stain the carpet
stench in the tread still lingers after
pylons outline a rotting carcass
in necrosis here you come to bargain
dead the sea of flies
one day that you leave us all behind
how hard is it
not to be
a piece of shit when
you have everything that you want
it comes apart unknown and
i just want no reservations back
guess we’ll have to settle with
tv chefs and wage theft
cardiac arrest
and maybe you’ll redeem yourself
one day in death or ailing health
in the meantime
confront those skeletons
for the day you leave us all behind
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4. |
grid sepsis
03:18
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time hasn’t been so kind to your face
and the cracks in your skin,
hairline fractures, thin displays
leave you unshaped
so you gotta crack a skull or two
to draw attention to the overdue
force-fed concrete for a better view
brittle in your knees as they grew
brace for impact as you fall
through the holes in the fire exit floor
i got a monorail to sell you
for only a dollar
i’ll throw in a bridge too
spinal columns fossilise in cement
where the concrete rises and skyline ends
when you herniate your discs, will you be condemned
i can see how it’d be hell if you were alive
i’ve tried nothing and i'm out of options
so time to put it up for auction
poisoned by your line of business
developers like terminal illness
coat the lungs in asbestos
a quicker death where the neck is
inhaling cartwheels down your windpipe
expanding yet it’s still so airtight
hibernate this afternoon
you might as well cut off your right hand soon
so when your limbs don’t work the same
hope a facelift helps to ease the pain
wheeze and cough up out your lungs
as the impact got you so hamstrung
while you’re paralysed all with a ton
of scrap metal and the junkyard crumbs
i got a monorail to sell you
for only a dollar
i’ll sell that bridge too
spinal columns fossilise in cement (when i look up)
where the concrete rises and skyline ends (clouds are silent)
when you herniate your discs, will you be condemned (they’re on the hunt)
i can see how it’d be hell if you were alive (skyline violence)
hate to be so cynical, hope i live to regret it
because there’s something worse
than being dirt, poetically pathetic
poisoned by your line of business
developers are terminal illness
coat the lungs in asbestos
a quicker death where the neck is
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5. |
reversal
02:42
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found mariah carey
in a cryogenic freezer
as they puppeteer the repossessed
for festive misdemeanours
that’s the only way i know
what week or month it is
because 87-60 hours
passing by, all so meaningless
is this how your year begins or ends
does it matter it blurs the same descent
unless trustees shatter dearly
orson welles and his sled resuspend
is this how you envisioned
living life, astigmatism
the life that you’ve been living
because i see you’re so insistent
with your dollar store convictions
would it be any different
with a restart of existence
doubt it so please for once
shut the fuck up and just listen
the intersections play connect four
as you get reacquainted with an eyesore
for your sake hope you’re strangers once more
because you spend everyday complaints
about your circle, how it drains
the colour off the face
can they be so easily replaced
lament about the few remained
number of people who will take your shit
how long kept sustained
well all of this before you call it quits
is this how you envisioned
the life that you’ve been living
because i see you’re so insistent
with your dollar store convictions
would it be any different
with a restart of existence
doubt it so please for once
shut the fuck up and just listen
the earth’s crust will form a schism
and swallow up your shit opinions
again a child with astigmatism
misaligned in recognition
if you’re a product of your environment
no wonder why you’re so fucking dense
and when you attain enlightenment
will you tear through space and time again
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6. |
dogspotting
04:06
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heat trapping us inside
combining all the same
fusing skin with cheap propane
while you conversate
with the oxygen supply
feeling summer shame
how’d you get this number?
telemarket copy paste
cardboard cutouts
running rampant round the place
exert your breath to make another new complaint
you’ll be diving save that one for the tank
seen the best side turn away into the earth
you and i no better off among the dirt
water rising
oil fire
burns
lesson learned
pack your life inside a urn
we’re all under the waves
enveloped by the tide
can you make it out
its the same archetype
fucking up
shape shifting out the ground
how they swarm out the cracks
well you’ll never figure out
so plot the escape when
you know you’ll drown ashore
wire epigraph
back in season 4
world going one way and
you’re out the other door
don’t bang your head
when you hit the ocean floor
holding out for hope
but the grip is not so sure
representatives
fictitious on billboards
how’d you get this number?
telemarket copy paste
bunch of sycophants
fucking up the pace
exert your breath to make another new complaint
melodies grow stale when anachronism stays
seen the best side turn away into the earth
when’s the last time you could say that you were
drawing lines up
in the dirt
in concern
skip your turn
and now we’re stuck in gear reverse
we’re all under the waves
enveloped by the tide
can you make it out
its the same archetype
fucking up
shape shifting out the ground
how they swarm out the cracks
well you’ll never figure out
cut the nose off to spite the face
rhinoplastic with the breaths you take
living life so anaesthetised
one step further, desensitised
there’s an ocean with your number plate on it
and valet will take your car to the water edge
don’t you worry it won’t be far
just an inch and ten years from where you are
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7. |
earfbound
03:48
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switching cadences around difference faces
are you ashamed of the occasion
root decay
confess that i don’t know your names
all grey
concrete calling
stay all silent now
in drought
chain smoke, red knot through
garden bed gangrene hue
and it just tangles, twisting
uprooting your consciousness
this sameness, still life
contained in quarter acres
it won’t kill you
to try a little harder
when the obvious comes through
trees could use some water
growing tiresome basement dweller nihilists
playing interference, there’s no need to listen
cause from afar
it’s half a life
purgatory at shoulder height
follow up claustrophobic nights
the door’s still open
stay outside a while
please try
but i don’t know what else to tell you
no-one lives your life for you
so what can i really do
but play the tape all the way through
you can’t run
so you phase out
when you turn around
while words caught nearby
i’ve said enough
all to no effect
in the sun here you are
again
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8. |
coast
03:09
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motor mouth, the engine roars
talk so loud to disguise the bore
hide your pulse behind the door
lifeless bodies in accord with
john wayne gacy synonyms
and all the notoriety we give to them
we’re not as interesting as we thought
and maybe that explains all the true crime podcasts
so are you going to be the same thing that you were
in 5 or 10 years, still self-saboteurs
self preservation never made sense
caught imploding in the present tense
you’ve never really known what you want but
you know what you loathe and that’s enough
so if past recollections makes you nauseous
well it just means that you’re making progress
skimming scum off the top
see your bones sink in the pot
falling down on something sharp
the ones surrounding as you are
so scissor, fist, paper cuts
thoughts compounding into rock
believe me when i say
the lines are painted straight
why would anyone ever lie
on the internet
interstate
silence early
the lights are crumbling
into dust and
you can’t get up, its what you wanted
to stay here and be ever constant
but tell me were you ever honest
since all of the plans that you concocted
were just spent housing the time ill squandered
believe me when i say
the lines are painted straight
why would anyone ever lie
on the internet
have some faith
so are you going to be the same thing that you were
in 5 or 10 years, recounting tabulas
the voice in your head is just an amateur
backseat driving, you know better
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9. |
crash / loop
06:12
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you could be anything
but chose this
birthday party mike j burry
nightmare reoccurring
hearing about currency
man i wish
i wish i was out of body
i dont think its too much to ask
it’s a three hour task
you’ll get them back
but what were you gonna do
with them anyway
you’re here with your friends
talking shit
and you’re entertained
and you know by the end
you’ll never see these people again
who the hell still has 100 friends
can’t comprehend
just hold on
its not long
we’ll be done
won’t be long
just hold on
its not long
we’ll be done
so, so long
this conversation separated
by a metre underpass
generate compression artifacts
you’re breaking fast
dragged into this monologue
about hank hill and his hotdog
emergency exit on your left
but it never spawns
maybe something good will come
you never know until you try
you can always get up and just leave
but what’s the worst thing that could happen
but i dont think its too much to ask
it’s a three hour task
you’ll get them back
and what were you gonna do
with them anyway
you’re here with your friends
talking shit
and you’re entertained
what more could you want man
awfully similar
are your plans
acting out comedians
so why do we pretend
that we’re out of place again
you might not know it yet
but this could be our final breath
//
everyday’s another rerun
season seven, episode one
bald man from the amazon
finally covered up the sun
so when i burn up one last time
run those magnets through my drives
a petty protest i’ve devised
insignificant in rhyme
and there’s nowhere to go
in the depths of downhill throes
gather speed, clutch or choke
forget that we even spoke
but there’s nothing to say
from stale communique
impressions by the eyes
like cataracts from monet’s lines
so if i die an early date
there’s no value to extrapolate
underneath the surface
sunken costs, they seem so worthless
complaints remain the same until the sun retires
remember yesterday as we go recycle all our lines
work that job to afford your art
now too tired and depressed to even start
same shit, a different day
the blanks i draw when i’m entertained
suntory, punxsutawney
exorcise misanthropists
of rodent weather warnings
and there’s nowhere to go
in the depths of downhill throes
gather speed, clutch or choke
forget that we even spoke
but there’s nothing to say
from stale communique
the impressions from the eyes
like trash slashed by monet’s knives
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