1. |
war of extermination
01:57
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war of extermination
blind leading the blind holding the cash
collection plate out, give me your stash
invest all you have and all you make
follow me, we shall exterminate
wagons, horseback, walking or on boats
men, women, and children; slit their throats
if you leave us, you'll die apostate
us against the world, exterminate
July 25, 2019
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2. |
little blue pill
03:56
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little blue pill
I wanna be your man of steel
I wanna be all that you feel feel
i wanna be the best you see
i want to do it without chemistry
truth be told, I'm not a hero, I don't want it to go downhill
but I can't help but feel like f*ckin Superman with that pill
i wanna be what you deserve
don't wanna be what you observe
i wanna be the best you've had
don't wanna be your average lad
Forever sold, I'm broken without the aid of medicine
It's a mistake, it ain't real, and I should never do it again
truth be told, I'm not a hero, I don't want it to go downhill
but I can't help but feel like f*ckin Superman with that pill
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3. |
neutralized
03:48
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neutralized
secure the light, and blow out the candle
reach through the smoke, place it back on the mantle
it's been a long time since the flame was lit
direction change, it seems legit
but we'll burn that bridge when we get to it
seems like it was yesterday
cold war youth and nukes on the way
the feeling ain't here just because
the missiles roar and bullets buzz
seems like yesterday, because it was
(chorus)
whoah, here we are again
take em out, just to put em back in there
watch the news, and make little kids scared
dark skies, better spend and be prepared
it's all on you, it's all on you
run around, and you still end up nowhere
chemicals seep through cracks everywhere
negative pressure just to breathe some clean air
can't join the coup, it's useless, too
(chorus)
whoah, here we are again
no money can make you safe
unless you're friends with the State
stay down, just duck and cover
in that old 50s bunker
you saw it, but did nothing
and now bombs make your ears ring
we're pawns and we're so helpless
clear target if you're selfless
just make yourself hard to get
to neutralize the real threat
and so we come down to this
we can't stand, we can't do sh*t
lock and load, and stay quiet
get ready for a riot
be the ultimate disgrace
with a smile on your dead face
(chorus)
whoah, here we go again
we'll burn that bridge when we get to it
Feb 7, 2019
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4. |
gods are falling
02:37
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gods are falling
from the mud and rocks all the way to the blood-filled cup
all my gods are falling, and I can't seem to keep up
promises of protection, like sins, are washed away
examples of ways to live all change from day to day
relics have been proven by the scholars to the dense
forgeries by murderers no discernment could sense
modern errors copied and passed off as word of god
settlers all rounded up, killed by the iron rod
all my gods are falling and I watch as I progress
money and influence exist if only to impress
petri dish sits around to draw from the same virus
following the patterns of the old ones' papyrus
all my gods are falling, and I watch them turn to dust
swirling vortex by my feet, they dissipate like trust
lost time and integrity has wafted out the door
pristine surfaces and angles simply are no more
July 22, 2019
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5. |
joe
03:47
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Joe
I can't believe she's a harlot when
I was lead by a charlatan
so many decades of exposure
has lead to my soul's foreclosure
now the research has been done
your story of the father and son:
how can I believe again
the story has been blown open
(chorus)
from prostrate to apostate
Brother Joseph, we weren't born late
time and money down the drain
supports the claim of the insane
it's no wonder people said
the world'd be safer if you're dead
all the stories that were told
efforts made to fit the mold
all those prayers to the wrong god
gold-edged pages in the quad
profits to the prophet Jo
they won't question, they don't know
(chorus)
from prostrate to apostate
Brother Joseph, we weren't born late
decades of my family, gone
but hypocrites will carry on
I'm betrayed, I'm betrayed
so I fade, and I fade
it's a sin, it's a sin
depiction is fiction
no Nephi, Moroni
no Lehi, Abinadi
no Mormon, Helaman
no Ammon, no amen
May 6, 2019
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6. |
in vain
03:16
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in vain
there's science in being
there's a world where it all falls into place
it's the road never taken
that distracts us from what's right in our face
in another dimension
lies the only path that should have been
like it was already written
if only we could all begin again
(chorus)
it's in vain
compare life to nothing, can't you see
it's in vain
what should have been was never meant to be
our focus is stolen
even though we're all writing our tale
and it ain't preexisting
blank pages are all up for sale
(chorus)
it's in vain
compare life to nothing, can't you see
it's in vain
what should have been was never meant to be
July 30, 2019
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7. |
cockeyed optimist
03:39
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cockeyed optimist
you're inexperienced, son,
so I ain't gonna listen
this time, things are gonna change here
we'll put on our reeboks
and head on down to detox
there ain't nobody in danger
you know, nothing compares
to all my hopes and prayers
though I'm present 24/7
things will change for your sister
if she dies, sure, we'll miss her,
your mom just needs her up in heaven
(chorus or whatever)
my efforts have been tabled
and my kid's being enabled
and the place is so unstable
but it's mine
so after all the lies
and after 57 tries
this time I will surmise
things will be fine
I'm a cockeyed optimist
all infractions are dismissed
I've just got too many cheeks to turn
a thousand times she's slapped
a number that won't be capped
I'm sure that one day she will learn
I know it might sound funny,
but it's worth it to save money
and I won't ever have to leave my chair
I've got no balls to speak of
so I'll let this whole house wreak of
alcohol and piss, shit and despair
March 24, 2019
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8. |
i hate my mouth
02:26
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I hate my mouth
two weeks ago I had a major distraction
which lead up to a molar extraction
woke up with symptoms of dry socket
now I can't even eat a pepperoni hot pocket
(chorus)
cause I'm sensitive to the hot and cold
I try to be tough, but my tears are hard to hold
my dental integrity's on a train headed south
I hate my mouth, I hate my mouth
went to the dentist, he said it ain't so
said it's healing, but come back the day after tomorrow
I go back home and take an aspirin or two
and think of a meal I can drink, 'cause I shouldn't chew
(chorus)
cause I'm sensitive to the hot and cold
I try to be tough, but my tears are hard to hold
my dental integrity's on a train headed south
I hate my mouth, I hate my mouth
so, I'm out eating ice cream with my baby for lunch
on the side of my jaw that doesn't hurt when I munch
feeling a hard chunk my incisors crunched
spit it out on my spoon, confusion solved with a hunch
"it must be a piece of a plastic spoon
or the waitress' nail that broke off around noon
maybe we shouldn't leave a big tip"
but then I felt it rub on my lip
The other side of my jaw from the pain,
My molar broke, I'm gonna go insane
how it can break from eating ice cream,
I have no idea, but now I wanna scream
(chorus)
cause I'm sensitive to the hot and cold
I try to be tough, but my tears are hard to hold
my dental integrity's on a train headed south
I hate my mouth, I hate my mouth
April 2, 2018
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9. |
stagnant
03:19
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stagnant
it don't seem like you care
because you weren't there
It don't seem like you know
because you just won't show
It don't seem like you mind
because look what we'll find
It don't seem you're in pain
when it happens again
10/03/2017
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