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Seesaws
09:03
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Am I the comforting sound of locking doors?
Nothing less, nothing more
You can’t wait to save your kin
Only a matter of time ‘til the latch wears thin
A choking whimper
Lulls this seesaw
Leaves my feet to sway
Looks that derail hips
Connecting timid lips
Tender, flaking, shrinking callous
You’re a mighty psychosis
I’m a bridge in foresight
A sullened sensation and glassing eyes
Caused by cracked imagination
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Cheers, Gloryhound
07:58
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Hear the squeeze
Money grips
Clenched hands in fists
Compress and avoid the sulcus
Void, dead-locked grins
Schooling fish
Silk, mono caress
To the waveless sea republic
To win the war and ascend
That is our privilege
I’m the everyman’s bitter seed
Growth through your murder spree
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Revolver
05:36
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An endless stumble
Feel the world turn sick
Malignant journeys
Feel the world turn sick
Crippling awareness
Motion sickness
Crippling
An endless stumble
Every cause, a carcass
Malignant journeys
Every cause, a carcass
Crippling awareness
Motion sickness
Crippling
My cynic tide
Making your ankles cry
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Shred dark pasts
And walk through to me
I’m washed with you
Sore screen eyes
Open wide to mine
And fall in phase
I wanna feel your ghosts
Show them what they’ve been missing
Creak and crack of new unions
Deafen the blast of shattered defenses
I gave up in a dream
To find you on the other side the fences
I wanna feel your ghosts
Show them what they’ve been missing
I gripped your lungs in hand
Flexed them to match my pulse
I’m gonna take you to the streets and show them what they’ve been missing
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Hellish Form
07:29
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A hellish form
Cursing blossoms and pastures
Tearing petal after petal
Dirtied your seed through
The earth: laid out flat for me
And I curl up
Still
Failed capillary theft
With signs of draining craft
Plenty gone wastebound
A shame
More a sham
The earth: laid out flat for me
And I curl up
Still
Stomping your seed out
Gone wastebound
Wasted
On me
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The Scenery
05:12
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I’m over it
Bare chested flare
Spaced, cold, and speech damned
I’m over it now
Our heroes die so fast
(Business is business and business is fucked)
Infants yearn for less
Devouring novice wits
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Philadelphia
09:05
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A fleeting year
I’m planted deep
The highest of flashpoints reached
Cause my gut is soaked
And I can’t ignite
A fleeting year
I’m planted deep
Drowning in the gene pool feed
Cause my gut is soaked
And I can’t ignite
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