1. |
Sycamore
02:51
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Woke before sunrise
In the darkness and cold
I could hear the branches sigh
Scraping in the snow
This is the lonely time
I get a lot done
Before the light arrives
With the morning sun
Notes and research
On the Sycamore
Nothing to besmirch
The layers at my core
The panic pain persists
A manticore inside
Could never conquer this
Manic energy I hide
Slivers biting at your soul
Little did you know
Persistence rarely pays
Enough to make ends meet
Licentious lies the ways
To get back on your feet
But this is the lonely path
I carved on my own
And nothing feeds the wrath
Like throwing a dog a bone
Slivers biting at your soul
Little did you know
You could gnaw the marrow
You could squeak on by
Shoot fish in a barrel
Make it if you try
Or give up trusting God
For all the good it did
It's not the Sycamore's job
To bend to your whim
Slivers biting at your soul
Little did you know
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2. |
A Common Sin
02:30
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There is nothing original
About suffering for your sins
All limbs are vestigial
If you're out you're in
The hammer is blunt
And may be overkill
Words are just a grunt
A guttural spill
There is nothing new
Under the sun
Ecclesiastical few
Or less wonderful fun
I read a book once or twice
It laid down the law
The pictures were nice
But the story was flawed
There is something rotten
In the air tonight
There is something rotten
In the air tonight
There is something rotten
In the air tonight
Something rotten
In the air
There is something rotten
In the air tonight
It tastes like ill begotten
Kisses, but not quite
It feels like sinning
Without any guilt
I could be winning
If I didn't always wilt
The screw is loose
And the driver is cracked
I cooked your goose
For an evening snack
I could be powerful
If I didn't even care
I just go sour though
So buyer beware
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3. |
The Trinity
02:31
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Nothing is as holy
As a prayer gone wrong
The hymns don't bring a peace
Just shitty songs
Bowing down
To imaginary friends
I've got three kinds of lovers
And none of them pretend
A cold shoulder
Could cool you by degrees
Turn your back on God
But don't ignore me, please
I've gotta go now
I got someplace to be
Don't ask me how
I'm walking in my sleep
Purpose driven
You've got three kinds of faces
You carry them with you
When you go out places
Each mirror true
To your multiple facets
When the carnage ensues
The mirror just shatters
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4. |
Fruits and Labours
05:20
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Apple of my eye is rotten at the core
Loving something broken is normal
No one questions why anymore
The proper answer is so formal
No one is an island but the expectation
That you furiously carried yourself up the ladder
Lives on in the gloomy grey of the nation
For all that it just makes you madder
I can toil through the doubt
This mortal coil we all get out
There is nothing new on this earth
But the notion that we can change
The neverending gospel search
For a pathway out of the cage
Fruits and labours make us whole
The party line is idle is evil
All the wealth can't be stole
If it remains so big and inconceivable
I can toil through the doubt
This mortal coil we all get out
Corporate parties pat themselves on the back
For inventing nothing, investing nothing
But promoting hybrid and giving us flack
For caring ourselves, caring about something
Care about something
Care about something
For caring about something
I can toil through the doubt
This mortal coil we all get out
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5. |
Popular Mechanics
04:00
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Tanks and multiverses
Thanks for all the service
Words and glossy pictures
Nerds and philosophical doctors
Popular Mechanics
From Pacific to Atlantic
Gifting your science
To a world audience
This is how things are done
This is how to fix em when they all break down
This is carved in our bones
This is what we own
Quarks and quirky behaviour
Technology is our saviour
Future machination show
Nuclear grifter crypto
This is how things are done
This is how to fix em when they all break down
This is carved in our bones
This is what we own
Advertisements
For antimatter cars
What the lies meant
In a billion shooting stars
This is how things are done
This is how to fix em when they all break down
This is carved in our bones
This is what we own
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6. |
669
02:44
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Book of spells
Full of dreadful power
You conjured Hell
Hour after hour
Salacious claims
Don't faze your demeanour
Hazy days
Getting dirty but cleaner
Numbers feel so nice
They count every little vice
They itemize the dead
Oh yeah
In a catalogue of previously-read
Unh
Climb inside with me
Find a different place
Somewhere underneath
Along the inner space
The dinner of the beast
With a few extra seats
It's what I do to win at least
While wandering these streets
Numbers feel so nice
They count every little vice
Unh
They itemize the dead
Oh yes
In a catalogue of previously-read
Unh
Cloak of lust and desire
Twice the burning fire
As a twisted yin to my yang of sin
And sing it for the choir
Numbers feel so nice
They count every little vice
Unh
They itemize the dead
Oh yes
In a catalogue of previously-read
No
One time
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7. |
Seven Days
04:52
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I could cleanly sever
After seven days
But it felt like forever
In a thousand small ways
On the last day we spent together
Your attitude was aloof
You pretended it was never
But your pulse was pounding proof
Only a week went by
Tangled up in the heat
It's never enough to answer why
I ended it so neat
I could cleanly sever
After seven days
But it felt like forever
In a thousand small ways
So I picked myself up
Brushed off the shame
Enough is enough
Everything was the same
I could spend each day of the week crying
Crying crying
Or thinking about death
I could always think I'm dying
Dying dying
Well that's not wrong
But what about the rest
I could cleanly sever
After seven days
But it felt like forever
In a thousand small ways
And that's the last we touched
Though we still keep in touch
There wasn't much a fuss
There wasn't much of much
I could cleanly sever
After seven days
But it felt like forever
In a thousand small ways
On the last day we spent together
You wouldn't look me in the eye
Your sullen attitude
Made me wanna cry
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8. |
Spirits
03:06
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Everyone you love and lost
Are waiting at the finish line
Imagine you could have that closure
Somehow in another time
Wouldn't that be nice
But it would fuck you up
To see a poltergeist
Interrupted
But wouldn't that be nice
Spirits don't exist
Spirits not haunting this
Spirits are a tryst
With every lie you miss
I miss my dog the most
I wish she were waiting for me
Imagine I could get back what I lost
I'd be filled with joy and glee
Her ghost always haunts me
Her name is on my tongue
Her face I always see
When I think about having fun
Spirits don't exist
Spirits not haunting this
Spirits are a tryst
With every lie you miss
I don't want to die
I like being alive
Even when the dark consumes me
And I've lost my drive
Like I'm not even here
And this home torn down
The debt has been cleared
The safe is empty now
Spirits don't exist
Spirits not haunting this
Spirits are a tryst
With every lie you miss
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9. |
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There is a frame on the mantle
A print behind the glass
A carefully reproduced sketch
Of a small grey bird
I stare it down for hours
I don't even realize
I become the picture
My wings are made of paper
Real life soundtrack
There are no drums
There are no rhymes
We don't talk about the rest
Real life soundtrack
There are no drums
There are no rhymes
We don't talk about the rest
There is no reason to fear
Real or not, it's moot
The things that used to matter
Just sorta fade away
All that's left is questions
About the fundamentals
I'm not a big believer
In long goodbyes
Real life soundtrack
There are no drums
There are no rhymes
We don't talk about the rest
Real life soundtrack
There are no drums
There are no rhymes
We don't talk about the rest
Real life soundtrack
There are no drums
There are no rhymes
We don't talk about the rest
Real life soundtrack
There are no drums
There are no rhymes
We don't talk about the rest
I log on each morning
I log off each night
It's a carefully structured routine
And I don't want to change
Real life soundtrack
There are no drums
There are no rhymes
We don't talk about the rest
Real life soundtrack
There are no drums
There are no rhymes
We don't talk about the rest
There is a frame on the mantle
A print behind the glass
A carefully reproduced sketch
Of a small grey bird
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10. |
A Tree
03:18
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I'm someone else
I'm not me
I'm rooted self
I'm a tree
I'm a tree
I rest in the forest
Reaching for the sun
Photosynthesis
For everyone
Wind in the willows
Rustles the leaves
Feel you on my pillow
My heavy heart heaves
A single tree stands
Alone in the cold
The clapping of one hand
The branches unfold
Nature in the bark and branch
Frozen like a stone
If you didn't get the chance
You'd go it alone
Wind in the willows
Rustles the leaves
Feel you on my pillow
My heavy heart heaves
I'm someone else
I'm not me
I'm rooted self
I'm a tree
I'm a tree
Wind in the willows
Rustles the leaves
Feel you on my pillow
My heavy heart heaves
I rest in the forest
Reaching for the sun
Photosynthesis
For everyone
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