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Poison Place
01:33
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This place is pumping poison in my lungs
And the time that I’m taking is terribly thin
And you bastards are all laughing
You fucking bastards are all tearing away at me
This taste is tearing out my tongue
It’s culturing bacteria in my body
But even Mona smiles
Until you stare too long
I’ll cancel contact with these carcinogens
And I’ll find a face that functions without fear
But no matter how hard I try
I just can’t seem to fit this
Inside all of us, is a shitty human being and
I’ll try not to think of that, with everyone I’m meeting coz
I don’t wanna hate, everybody that I see
And I don’t wanna hate the air that I breath
I’m try a find the good inside myself
And Sometimes I worry if it even exists
Coz holding my breath
Just isn’t working
I don’t want to hate the air that,
I don’t wanna hate the air that I breath
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Predicktor
01:13
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It’s happening again,
You’re reading minds, you’re always right
You’re always right, you’re killing him
And that’s exactly how you like it
So you predict
You see the future, and it’s bitter
and it’s bitter, you make it so
damn hard to be happy
Taking hold of fingers, and now you’re slipping you ain’t gripping them tight enough,
You try hard to swallow, it’s turnings sour, and it’s stuck inside your throat
You are losing your balance, now you’ve talking like it’s something you once had
So talk to me, I can’t hear you fear you’re speaking with two voices
And I don’t think my neighbour was really smoking meth
I think he’s got his own problems and his own way to deal with them
You used fight like you could win
You’ve got your problems and your own way to deal with them
You used fight like you could win
It’s happening again,
You’re reading minds, you’re always right
You’re always right, you’re killing him
And that’s exactly how you like it
So you predict
You see the future, and it’s bitter
and it’s bitter, you make it so
damn hard to be happy
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3. |
Giving Up
02:04
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I’m giving up on myself
I need something else
But I can’t find my mind to realise what that is
Or where it goes when I stop thinking and how I can’t get it back and
I’ve giving up on myself
I’m giving up on this place
And every part of me that’s fake
Because I’ve been making decisions, based on facts that don’t exist
And the walls they have been talking and decided that they hate me
I’m giving up on this place
Well I’m giving up on formulation
and I’m giving up on frontal lobe functions
I’m giving up on, giving up
I’m giving up on my dreams
They’re too much for me
And I can’t fight the monsters when I sleep
Because there faster, and they’re stronger, and I made them myself
I’m giving up on
Every single little thing that causes my frustration
Coz I’m aching, I can’t it and it’s tearing me apart
The world that we’re living in will try to fuck us over
I won’t let it, I won’t let it, I won’t let it
You won’t let it, You won’t let it, You won’t let it
Please don’t let it, please don’t let it, please don’t let it
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I’m a product
Of my own invention
With brittle metal bones that crack and creak and shatter into the earth
These joints are seized and stiff, caught between my ego and self-worth
All of my bolts are coming loose
I need a better design; I need to know what that looks like
Well maybe that’s just hard with my head full of dull sensations
Shorting all the circuits that would program good decisions
Maybe it’s this realisation, that
I need to replace my parts, replace my fragile fickle heart
Can’t you hold my mind?
Just even for a little while
Maybe you’ll make it better?
Maybe I won’t take it back
I’m a product
Of my DNA
Tryna find secret to perpetual motivation
You’ll replace the something and we’ll call it geometry
I thought I’d know better by now
I need to feel inside, I need to feel like I’m alive
Can’t you hold my mind?
Just even for a little while
Maybe you’ll make it better?
Maybe I won’t take it back
I’m a product
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Leaky Lungs
02:50
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You smiled at me when we spoke, without knowing you were killing yourself
I could see that your lungs were leaking, Well I tried and failed to help
With your moving mind that’s melting, and thoughts of itself faulting
It dripped from ears down your neck, and joined your lungs while falling
With conciseness that’s contagious, and diseases of your own design
Find their way through your nervous system, and buried deep in your mind
Where they eat at your insides
Now you live inside wires, while those wires expire,
Down to a grade, leaving more to desire
And your head is shirking, from all of that thinking,
But it won’t compress without a good reason
And the air makes you sick, pressure building in your chest,
Below your threshold, knowing you can’t exist
Well you forget about refraction, And its effects on your position
You saw you were unwell, but not your condition
All the atoms in your body, they are empty, your empty
And you weren’t born with them, you won’t die with them
So maintain your connections, and speak to me, and speak to me
And I’ll mend your melting mind, just let me in, let me into the
All the atoms in your body
They are empty, you are empty
You won’t die with them
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How does it feel?
02:19
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I swear that I see faces
hiding in intricate little spaces
and they’re filled with hatred
But It’s okay because I will erase them
But now I hear ‘em talking
So loud that my ears are ringing
I don’t like what they’re saying
and I can’t ignore them
Why won’t you speak to them clearly,
and get out of your head?
I know it’s not that easy!
But you’ve got sensory functions
And you know what’s real
At least I hope that you do
Well their faces are all staring at me, with eyes that tell me what they mean
Their odd looks unsettling, but it’s okay because I will displace them
and tell them a joke, that turns to piss inside my throat
And they can see that I’m stressed, and they can feel it in my chest
Why won’t you speak to them clearly,
and get out of your head?
I know it’s not that easy!
But you’ve got sensory functions
And you know what’s real
At least I hope that you do
I just want to be no one, a function of slow hands
Just a brain inside a body
But you’ve got receptors in perception, firing without sensations
Not based in reality
It’s really bad this time
You’re saying things just in my mind
But I know they’re not real
At least I hope that I do
Know they’re not real
At least I hope I do
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Operate my
01:40
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Crack open my skull,
ask your questions take your answers and leave me
Pick my brain for parts,
examine them send to the correct collectors
Because lately I’ve been feeling worthless
So won’t you break my bones, to operate my body
Open up my chest,
Crack my ribs and remove my vital organs
Crawl inside of me,
and you can live here
It doesn’t hurt as much as I expected
So won’t you break my bones, to operate my body
So kick me in the stomach
Because I’ve been thinking too much
And punch me in the spine
So you can you ease my one track mind
Break my bones, to operate my body
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8. |
For Orlando, Forever Ago
00:14
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You’re a waste of fucking space
And you’re a waste of fucking air
And you’re a waste of those god damn shoes that you wear
Down to nothing, you wear my down to nothing
Fucking wear me down to nothing you are not worth a thing!
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9. |
Hundred Minute Hours
03:22
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I need you under my skin
Like my bones and muscles and you’re pulling me in
While my shirt is getting tighter, and my collar is getting looser
I need your eyes, I want your sight
Because my eyes are made of sand and my anger will melt them to glass
And when they shatter you will see the evils inside of me
Coz I see worst in everyone, and you see the best in me
You need me like gravity,
Negative accelerations driving you straight down into the ground,
Well it’s pulling me down and it is too strong inside my head
I need your brain coz mine’s not willing
And It’s been spilling out through my paper skull
ButI can’t hold it, so I’ll get a new one for you.
Coz I see worst in everyone, and you see the best in me
Words of concern pass your through lips,
Regarding my balance
But I’m fine, I’m ok and everything’s alright
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Tonsilitis
04:23
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You crawl down my throat
Make my brain explode,
And dry all the liquids from my body
When I am sleeping
You’ll be busy working
To make my morning into misery
The lights are too loud
I can’t put my head down
But it won’t hurt if you don’t make it
If I maintain my distance,
Find some kind of balance
Well maybe I can maintain my existence
If you think you can take what you want, well you’re right
And if you think that I won’t stop you? Well you’re right
Coz I can learn to taste again
And I can learn to hear again
My fingers will bleed
When you take what you need
And I’ll be left without my hands
If I try to fight you
I won’t know how to
Because I don’t have the concentration
When I try to resonate and
Force my mind to fixate
You cough up blood into my mouth
So you don’t want me to hear and
you pack bricks into my ears
But I know exactly what you are saying
If you think you can take what you want, well you’re right
And if you think that I won’t stop you? Well you’re right
But I can learn to taste again
And I can learn to hear again
You wanted an asshole, well you found one
You wanted all of me, so fucking take it
You’re hatred is infectious, but so is mine
I won’t let you dream, coz you keep me awake
If you think you can take what you want, well you’re right
And if you think I won’t stop you? Well you’re right
Just let me fucking sleep
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11. |
Blue
02:21
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The air in here is getting really thick
I’m struggling to breathe it in
It’s full of atoms with electric energy
That forces everything apart
I can’t breathe in, when I need to
There’s no existence, in this room
I’m separated, and I am blue
The lines behind my eyes have gotten faulty
They must have crossed somewhere back in my head
Now my vision’s blurred and I can’t see a thing
I’m afraid I won’t find love
So I’ll cross out lines, if i have to
Coz I can’t fix this, like you do
I’m isolated, and I am blue
So I’ll live lonely, and you won’t have to
I’ll split atoms, without explosions
Coz I am empty and I am blue
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