1. |
Thrownness
03:51
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How thinly can one spread their attention?
What level of honesty do you require?
Now, the only irredeemable irreplaceable substance substrated, mitigated, by the sun
A commodity of time, this modicum of space
All these comings and goings, what a waste
Is this the lack Laçan spoke on?
When will it hit me? When I'm gone?
Did Debord make you feel bored?
Is it the situation you abhor?
Vital juices and bodily fluids, lame logic and overblown excuses
What am I doing? They said "you better be careful"
Where am I going? I just want to be useful
In the Spectacle; Behold!
In the Spectacle; Conform!
In the Spectacle; Rejoice
Calm Calm Calm Calm Calm Calm
Is consumption the answer to all these iconoclasts we're sifting through?
Haunted by my inhibitions, the limits of my significance
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2. |
Cold Circle Snub
02:21
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Apply pressure goddamnit I'm bleeding
Sick with these pessimists I'm pleading
It's okay, the pain will endure
But it still makes me feel demure
This pure and perfect Eden
Set up from the very beginning
I'm embalming my aggression with asterisks and lesions
I can't believe after what I said you're leaving
Well, What are we
But these lists of unfinished business?
I'm stuck weeping, theorizing
when it's wisdom I'm seeking
Moments slipping away, awkward actions kept at bay
Am I dead? Ghostly
Were you listening? Mostly
And the typical guilt
And the usual panic
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3. |
Altruism By Proxy
03:45
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Slowly or suddenly get punished by your heart’s desires
Any length, every cost
These cravings are from hell to follow you home
They will nag you forever
This irritation – I’m scratching raw but I’d rather not be here to itch at all
Innovative ways to tear up this junk mail, dispose of elucidation
Don’t ask me about free will again
Drink from the stream
It's your thoughts I mean
Half Love, Heavy Lust
Breaking chains made of rust
simple smile
Cantankerous
Underhanded
Adversary
Decisions made in escrow
Can't you read the writing on the wall
Half love, heavy lust
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4. |
Strabismatic Amblyopia
05:13
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Focus, focus, it shouldn't be that blurry
Hidden in plain sight, the art of the flurry
The scramble, the mix, hokie Hamlet clues
Square press, ordered some clones, we’re all abused
Despair finds a new home, tonight at 8
He can't stop grinning, this network of hate
Questions Answers the arguments in between
No reason to be confused, it's all on the screen
Wearing my consternation thin
Proper angles of light when we sin
Furious unless revered
Furious unless revered
Fitting clicks of acceptance, I enjoy it way too much
These thoughts in my head, they manifest in all red
Amidst the commotion, proselytizing, and stats-
I forgot my facts
It's in my eyes again,
the pressure,
It's gone on far too long
It's gone on...
the dust of stars, of viewing stares,
Of oblong hooks, and human cares
I thought I could see clearly
But apparently it's not duty
Focus
It shouldn't be that blurry
The dust of stars, of human cares,
Of oblong hooks, and these viewing stares
I thought I could see clearly
But apparently it's not my duty
Focus
Furious unless revered
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5. |
Playing Enemy
02:39
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Every cough a productive one
Every look a seductive one
I'm thinking of ending things
What are thoughts anyway?
Inside the Lie of It All
What are thoughts anyway?
Introductions inside revolving doors
Intervening schematics and alms for the poor
But what is a rose without a name?
Not important enough to fucking remember
You're just not important enough for me to remember
Side eye at the object of failure
I'm squeezing my skull
With both hands
The threats make me nervous
Because it's all on purpose
Impersonal circus
I know that you're hurting
But it's all your doing
To feel something
Apart from ruin
It's the Failure to Thrive, isn't it?
We steal your peace of mind
Just keep pushing
This tremendous burden
Below the surface
Rip back the curtains
Hopelessly heavy
Defeating the purpose
Just keep pushing
Because it's our purpose
To feel nervous
Tremendous burden
Hopelessly heavy
To feel something
To feel something
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6. |
Equinox
04:49
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Finitude is drinking from polished skulls
No need to judge it's just what we had lying around
Flattery as dead currency
Fatigue is a factor
and leads to common sense
Randomly paid in pain
A ransom, your slave
Bedside manner
Curb appeal
Roadside attractions
Cheap souvenirs
The road forked and we’ve made our choices
This tongue is licked by various broken voices
My cheerfulness has given way to unconsciousness, yet another mistake
Pulverized into a dust fine enough to sprinkle on your raw meat
the whole world is risk
As a balance, the fulcrum is my head
It’s a pain, and something I can’t explain
But I'll keep this brief, it's-
I'll keep this brief, it's-
Not for me, not for me to decide
the best place to hide
It's just what we had lying around
Not for me to decide
The best place to hide
Crestfallen
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7. |
Retention Pond
06:39
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Enlarged to show texture and detail
How quickly we begin to fail
Only a slight twist, alter my bones
Myriad visions reflected
Over and over again, awful and cloned
Death drive rejected
Retroactively denied
Retroactively denied
Only a slight twist, alter my bones
Perpetual visage
Myriad visions reflected
Death drive rejected
Retroactively denied
Retroactively denied
A sole inquiry
A soul inquiry
Worth the search
Worth the search
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An eroding sense of limits
A stream of vapid lies
Metabolic incapacity for contentment
This false rubric for hope
The once-civilized
But it is a war both by and against static
But it is a war both by and against static
The sign, the signified
In your constant demise
A metabolic incapacity for contentment
This false rubric for hope
Pharmaceutical
But it is a war both by and against static
But it is a war both by and against static
The sign, the signified
Something less than divine
This false rubric for hope
This false rubric for hope
The once civilized
But it is a war both by and against static
But it is a war both by and against static
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