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Midnight Society
02:13
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There was a change in the sound the glowing maze of giants winding down. You are forever that snow
the early kind that falls while ground still shows. Past the chain links to the head-stoned names unknown.
All that was hate in ourselves we cast out upon the rocks.
Life is more tolerable when we share our stories.
There was a change in the sound. Our footprints traced the cobbled downtown.
There was a quiet to break, like a siren, like a feeling you can't shake. Soon our voices lost restraint. We were singing.
All that was hate in ourselves we cast out upon the rocks.
Life is more tolerable when we share our stories.
All that was hate in ourselves we cast out upon the rocks.
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Everyone Sucks
02:57
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There’s a wait at deceptions office. Victims exit painted fresh targets. With all efforts ignored or diminished, they’re part of the bottom line.
This is becoming a witch hunt. They've been gathering their stones to keep at an arm’s length and throw hate on people they don't know.
Lower your sights and feel better. Just lower your sights and feel better.
Because at the same time…
there's a heist on the far side of town and the thieves leave enough to rebuild and carry on.
There's a heist on the far side of town and the thieves leave enough for you to say "could've been worse.”
Now with the tables turned some started looking for compassion. It was nowhere to be found- must have bled out in the square.
A new line is forming at deceptions office.
Lower your sights. Feel better.
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Numbskull
01:28
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I’m so methodic even now calculating you and I’m so pathetic cuz all I trusts in chalk and pen.
My eyes still see you drifting in and out of focus.
I am a safe bet.
All in all it’s just another night's close. All in all a set of empty words. It’s the same old shit that you need to hear.
And I'll be fine, I do what i do to get by. And you'll be fine, just do what I say.
I’m so methodic even now calculating you and I’m so pathetic cuz all I trusts in chalk and pen
My eyes still see you…
I am a safe bet because I’m a good liar and you'll never know.
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Scrape the cynical film from a toxic brain, give me something to fix unsteady hands.
Replace the out of order members of this tired body. Feed me the lines, script all the actions.
I’m still here but I’m tired of their hopeful words- i’m fighting to stay present.
But I'm gifting myself grief again and medicated comas. To pull the plug and allow this metal rust would be a messed up sort of holiday. It’d be a holiday.
I think what I'll give in the bathroom doubled over. Think of what I'll give just to crawl my way into uncertain hours.
What I’d give for some genuine attention. What I’d give for effective intervention.
It’s been terminal for how many years?
You keep hitting the floor just to find that there’s further to go. You keep meeting the eyes of your family and friends with regret, you hope it doesn’t show.
It feels like I’m holding a ghost in it’s shell.
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Death Dealer
02:53
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It’s not my fault. I hate hospitals you come around just when I’m feeling low.
And it’s just like me to paint the whole place black then lean on you for a while. You would take me anywhere but here.
It’s been months of three hours on and half a week off. I feel my sockets wear thin. I have the strength of a skeleton.
I stared out to the abyss and I found something to hold. Clutching my guts determined to shiver my way through this cold.
But it waits for you with a hand outstretched down by black waters.
I’ve let that empty vessel sail. I have declined passage for now. I’ve let that empty vessel sail. I stand with my back to the shore for now.
But it waits for you with a hand outstretched down by black waters.
It’s been months of three hours on and half a week off. I felt my sockets wear thin but I am more than a skeleton.
I stared out at the abyss and I heard a voice call in the vacuum. I was not alone.
It’s not my fault. I’m done with hospitals but you come round just when I’m feeling low.
It’s just like me to paint the whole place black and stand alone for a while.
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6. |
Trash Panda
03:38
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We've gotten used to slowing down. Form single file lines. Caffeine and eyes up- stop measuring miles.
We've traveled far from home and this is far from home. Low we pass those same florescent signs in the dark.
So god damn tired but we can’t say no. So god damn tired but we can’t say no.
So sick of potholes keep waking me up. I'm sick of feeling so dead when I’m awake.
The stereo is my best friend now.
Exhaust moved the notes and riddles, cryptic and left unread. These half assed escapes remind me I’m bound. I morphed into what I dread.
Enthusiasm takes me from time to time, a short lived interest to kill. But I’m no artist and nothing drives past the surface.
So if they asked you, would you do it again? If they asked you would you do it again?
I don’t want this. Fuck no, I don’t want this.
When all i have is distance and all I’ve got is time what else am I supposed to see?
There’s nothing, I’m closing my eyes.
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Bird, Ball, & Chain
02:20
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What a terrible decision born of recruiters in my high school cafe. “You’ll earn benefits and college. You’ll come home with real world knowledge.”
I spent a few years and this routines getting old. The wage just isn’t adding up.
I’ve been searching for a way out. Everyone’s so far away now.
I breathe dust clouds in the morning. I follow convoys to a city I can’t care about.
I try to leave the day with sun down. I try to smile when holidays come round.
Someone tie me up, cuz my head is gunfire.
It’s been a few years and this routines getting old. The wage just isn’t adding up.
I’ve been searching for a way out and my mind’s so far away now.
Everything is strange here and I won’t complain to my brothers in arms. Have I accomplished something? Oh, I could beg for sleep. Exhausted brothers in arms.
Everything’s been fucked up since the day we signed on.
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Forget It
02:27
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Always distracted by my skin, suddenly new though long set in.
Think of me as the boy I was, like the photographs in the albums the present keeps fading. Your house and mind are another time.
I often blame myself for being so distant- get lost in the words that I would say. Now I trade in rewound conversations for single moments of clarity.
But we all want more.
Wherever you go don’t be scared. It’s no one's fault it just happens.
It’s no one's fault. We all want more.
Let the memories come, I’ll hold this moment here only for an instant.
We all want more.
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9. |
Ghost Stories
02:16
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All of us are hollow and so are you. The only demons that are plotting against us- they’re in our homes they’re in our hearts they are in our heads.
I see fate as a comforting means of escape. And then there’s fear a chauffeur with the nickname God. God dammit.
In shadows that played on the walls I saw your insecure need for control. All shadows.
There’s benefits of coin in wishful hands. There’s benefits of gold In desperate hands.
All of us are hollow and so are you. I’ve seen the demons that are plotting against us. It’s been a war since we met.
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Coppertooth
03:42
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I read the warnings and I’m going anyway. Cuz you know these veins are pulsing with opportunity.
I’ll miss the city, I won’t miss the way it made me live. Dead tired, working for nothing till something finally gives.
I know this ceilings gonna cave. Everyday is a giant fucking landslide.
Energy and weight cascade to aquamarine floors, the arcing of this motion is live.
I used to hold machines up high, I used to trust in words, I’m lifting all those lies yea I’ve been lifting like a curse.
We’ll dig out every shining light that's buried underground deep beneath the ground.
Let it hold me for a while. Let em’ call me another midnight son.
When I’m done I can live in the daylight.
Just let me go. Let me sink into these ugly rotting holes. You can watch me from a distance or we can join you for a while. Just let me know cuz I’ve gotta go.
I know this ceilings gonna cave. Everyday’s is a giant fucking landslide
Let it hold me for a while. Let em’ call me another midnight son.
When I’m done I can live in the daylight.
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