1. |
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Running on empty
Disguise wouldn’t work
Do they know I’m an impostor yet?
I’m starting to run out of words
Futures not worth saving
I’m not ready in time
Signature on a testament
A suicide Sunday trial
And I’ll quit trying
Because I’m built just like a machine
I’m picking up the pieces
A car crash inside of my brain
Tattoo says don’t resuscitate
They’re doing it anyway
Pictures not worth saving
Macro eye zooming in
Close up on a thousand yard stare
Avoid staring back into oblivion
And I’ll quit trying
Because I’m built just like a machine
And it came and went
Like the seasons change
Or a page that
I tore down the middle
And it came and went
Just like the seasons change
Or a page that
I tore down the middle
Like a page that I tore down the middle
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2. |
Lost Cause
02:11
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3. |
Giving Up
02:28
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I thought I was awake, I suddenly woke up
From chasing memories around a mercury desert
Lifelong aspirations fading into the background
A 747 crashes into my heart
I’m giving up
She’s stepping down the staircase and her legs are on backwards
I wanna run away, though I know that I shouldn’t
Unfamiliar objects spin around this apartment
Did you call 911?
I’m giving up
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4. |
Queen Of Wands
02:02
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5. |
The Camelot
01:56
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I live full-time
Here at The Camelot
It’s been six months, and this
Part-time clerk isn’t taking any longer
I’ll die right here
Here at The Camelot
And it ain’t much,
But it’s my home
I live full-time
Here at The Camelot
Sixteen months, and there’s
A knock-knock-knock-knocking at the door now
I’ll die right here
Here at The Camelot
It ain’t much,
It’s my home
It’s my love
It’s my tomb
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6. |
Puzzles
02:07
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7. |
Nuclear Horizon
02:56
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Spineless in the grass in the green technicolor
The shadows of our principles our peers and our mothers
A broken solar panel leans against a rusted pole
And Highland’s outdoor playing field felt as big as the world
Now it’s all ash, peppered with black rubber
Remnants of authorities our coaches and mothers
It’s a nuclear horizon
A harrowing subject captured on a black and white photo
A nuclear horizon in the skyline of Dakota
From Minneapolis to Exton, Pennsylvania
Swallowed by the cancer in a zero-sum equation
Technicolor grass that silhouetted our fingers
Still belongs to our preachers and our parents and teachers
It’s a nuclear horizon
October’s amber skies
Clouds of expanding dust
Nature’s compromise for having to many of us
It’s a nuclear horizon and the world is spinning out of control
I saw a window
I saw a street sign
I saw the neofascists do the pantomime
And the more I think about it, the less and less it makes sense
Jesus
His laser sunbeam
Shot a nuclear missile from the regime
And the more I think about it, the less and less it makes sense
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8. |
Egypt
02:03
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