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Drowning Victim
02:29
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Broken hollow bones, my only hope it slowly floats away
Another drowning victim I watch her ghost it float away.
I'd love to go the heaven, it feels close, but I don't know the way.
Float away, float away, sweet jay slowly float away.
Numb the pain, take your gains, lay down beneath the rain.
Dream of the day when you and all your comrades slowly float away.
I'm okay, for today, at least I have a place to stay.
I awake, from the haze, and start to slowly float away.
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2. |
The 'O' Horizon
02:48
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Day 1
Air's thin.
The buds are still closed but my heart is open.
I lay down.
In the moss.
The 'O' horizon is my only boss.
The dead Leaves needles and twigs,
Are not just litter they're my everything.
And I'm home. I'm alright.
And till they come to get me I'll do what I like.
We stay gold!
We stay bold.
We never really do what we're told.
Perfection always seems to stay close
They want us to enlists, we say no
Say no! Say no!
This helicopter gets a bit cold.
The boreal air is good for my soul.
I don't even care, I never do what I'm told.
And now
Been here a month
You don't know where I am but you know where I'm from.
Now What to do?
This is a pretty big moment for you.
You act like a child in a horrible mood.
Whenever there's an issue "we are going to sue"
But every lawsuit that you file you lose.
I do it for Johnny. that's why I'm in the group.
You either go with the pain
Or dream of floating away
I never really learned how to show that I'm brave
An awful lot of Land, Thunder, and fun
I'm Wandering through the paths where the ungulates run.
I'm a loose cannon and a son of a gun.
20 hours a day but I'm not done with the sun.
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Lycopodium clavatum
02:31
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I'm lost I'm lost and I won't be found
Club moss club moss it's on the ground
A fashionista grabbed my hand,
I'm the prisoner of Azkaban
Don't forget about the robins
Or else you'll be forgotten
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Evangelicult
02:07
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I don't know what to expect.
A last-ditch effort trying to prevent despair
I don't know what happens next.
But I know that I don't want to see you there.
They preached A lot of hope
A lot of faith
A lot of us have walked away.
A lot of rules
A lot of hate
A lot of us are in disarray
A lot of faith
A lot of hope
A lot of us
Are awfully broke
You can't take your money to your grave
So why not give it all away?
But now the pastors got
A private jet.
And a yacht but he hasn't even tried it yet.
He gets volunteers to clean his pool,
Doing to lord's work helping to keep him cool.
all these questions... man, why can't you just let me live?
You preach healing then you go and try to get me sick???????
I wonder if he still just walks right past you
I wonder if she still can't talk to Matthew.
He's your cousin but you two couldn't even talk
Your dad's an elder in the church so he speaks for God.
At least that's the kind of shit that he says to you.
I hope by now that mf is dead to you.
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5. |
Capitalistlessness
04:14
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You're all wrapped up in masking tape, yet you're the one that laughs.
As "operation: austerity" is implemented fast.
The second-place perimeters are pretty well relapsed.
This castaway could use some help from all our favorite maps.
Nothing much for us to do, and nothing left to say.
Pajamas that your grandma made, you left them at my place.
A headlamp and waterproof clothes. Enough to make you cave.
A Pensacola city planner with an extra place to stay.
I'm George Bluth, building homes in Iraq.
I'm the new kid on the soviet block.
If you want me back well that's too bad
I'm a plastic straw in a can of TAB.
There is nothing about you that I like.
When I go for broke, that's when my confidence starts
You're broken up, but a lot of us are.
There is nothing about you that I like.
I got a lot that I want
But I'm sick of just wishing it
It's Probably cuz of my Lack of initiative isn't it?
Now I'm waiting waiting waiting just wishing you'd fix this shit.
But there's no such thing as a business that's innocent
I'll take your tract and throw it away
It all went wrong and you're to blame
A church that runs internment camps
may need more than a coat of paint
You fucked me up since childhood
It's time to put you in your place.
Go on get out go away.
It all went wrong and you're to blame.
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6. |
The Axe
04:19
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Just let me go
And if you take me to lunch we can talk about the truth.
How we would be much better off without you.
I'm abrasive as hell
But I'm taking my pills
Your hand is no help
And this place gives me chills
I'm broken
And broken people aren't profitable
So your software is probably telling you to just let me go.
I'm tired of being awake, babe.
I'm tired of being a wage slave
I'm tired of being despised.
I'm tired of being alive.
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7. |
The Scorecard
06:15
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I used to have a scorecard. That I'd carry around.
I used to have that scorecard, and I'd write that shit down.
When I used to go to Bible college at prbi.
I would often find myself fantasizing about taking my own life.
I never talked about it, cuz that's not something you talk about.
I stored it in the compartment, with all my ever-growing doubts.
Do I still have value even when I misbehave?
Am I someone who has value or just somebody to save?
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