1. |
Other
03:25
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Flicker of an ash
Fingers stained like grass
Haven't been cleaned in days
Haven't ever been another way
Don't want to be other
Like our overworked mothers
Like our racist fathers
But we still never bother
To change
To change
We other you to this day
We other you to this day
The soil gives us away
We don't toil we don't pay
Where did I come from?
It doesn't change the way
Don't want to be other
Fetishize all our lovers
Objectify all colours
Convinced we've all changed
We other you to this day
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The Good Book
04:09
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Do you dream
Do you dream?
Of the time before the good book
Encompassed everything
There was a personal
Spirituality
Not poisoned by a man's
By a man's perverse needs
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
It's a travesty
Do you scream
Do you scream?
At all the words on the page
The rules someone else made
Filling you with rage
Filling you with rage
Is there rhythm in anger?
Is there wisdom in the sage?
Oh I've got so much pain
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
It's a tragedy like your empty nest
Do you feel
Do you feel?
Like we've given up on hope
At the end of our rope
Our personal vendetta
Turned into a bitter trope
Is a plucked wing a blessing?
Is it your mechanism of cope?
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anyone's best guess
Do you dream
Do you dream?
Of the time before the good book
Encompassed everything
It's a nightmare in disguise
You've pardoned it with lies
But we can't hide our fears
In the hymns we sing
I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks
Why we made it our darkest fantasy
Cuz we never spoke aloud about it
Our own blasphemy
It's anybody's best guess
It's a tragedy
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3. |
Dream Country
03:43
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Green and blue
The dream is true
I could have whatever I want
Dressed in green
You had a dream
That we spent our lives apart
But technology
That's all but free
Brings us closer to the heart
We've known poverty
Yet we feel free
Something others cannot
Could we dream of a meeting
The last day of our lives
On a precipice that overlooks
Our past mistakes in disguise
We have a picnic and discuss
Our regrets and our loves
We get to choose
The moment that we die
Space and time
The dream is a lie
I could never have what I want
Dressed in black
A birthmark on your back
The shape of my favourite font
An analogy
A likeness of you and me
Your words tied me in knots
We've known fear
A shade of our queer
Gets too ripe and then it rots
Could we dream of a meeting
The last day of our lives
On a precipice that overlooks
Our past mistakes in disguise
We have a picnic and discuss
Our regrets and our loves
We get to choose
The moment that we die
Up and down
A dissonant sound
Etched in my inner ear
It echoed loud
Be careful what you found
You wouldn't want it to get too near
Could we dream of a meeting
The last day of our lives
On a precipice that overlooks
Our past mistakes in disguise
We have a picnic and discuss
Our regrets and our loves
We get to choose
The moment that we die
Green and blue
The dream is true
I could have whatever I want
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4. |
Embrace the Devil
04:45
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Every day I had a ritual
A comfortable embrace
It wasn't about beliefs
No
Living in the Devil Age
Intolerance of uncertainty
Pulled me to each pinch
I still convince myself it was necessary
I'll never give that inch
There is beauty in disaster
I grew from my pain
I painted you this picture
I can take it away
From a habit comes a comedy
It's not a funny show
It's up to you to see the worth
I smoked it long ago
I don't want your pity
In this Devil Age
I want tolerance, acceptance
For the choices I have made
There is beauty in disaster
I grew from my pain
I painted you this picture
I can take it away
No one is illegal
For objecting to the war
A box, a light, a paper
Lying on the floor
I embrace the Devil
Bringer of the light
First to question status quo
My wrongs don't make you right
No
There is beauty in disaster
I grew from my pain
I painted you this picture
And I can take it away
There is beauty in disaster
I grew from my pain
I painted you this picture
And I can take it away
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