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Been So Wrong
03:13
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Just recently it has occured to me
I've been living a false reality
The shower stream is still perfectly clean
And devoid of toilet contents post-flushing
How long, how long
Have I been so wrong
How long, how long
I'm just learning I've been self poisoning
Turns out tooth paste is not for swallowing
I'll wait and see what suprise life will spring
And all I know is that I know nothing
In order of appearance doesn't mean by beauty
And islands no matter small are not floating
When crossing time zones it's not time traveling
The little piggy didn't go to market for shopping
How long, how long
Have I been so wrong
How long, how long
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2. |
Send My Disregards
03:07
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Nervously fill silence with a constant dullen drone
Alphabetically list all of the things I own
A recounting of all the times I almost broke a bone
Describing differences within various types of stone
And as I rambled on, she fought the urge to flee
Drop less than subtle hints that I hardly leave my home
And did you know the word detected is a palindrome
And as I rambled on, she fought the urge to flee
And once I stopped for breathe she went and laid it out plainly
To my dismay, without delay, she turned to say
I just couldn't care less
With lightning speed, she turned to me, and then decreed
I just couldn't care less
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Have you thought lately?
Your life needs more flavor
We've got something for you, as soon as you sign this waiver
It's sweet and gum-tingling
With added salt to savor
Go try it yourself as soon as we're done with this palaver
Guzzling red flavored formaldehyde
Gonne be the best thing you've ever tried
Just ignore the serving size, it's never fun to analyze
Guzzling red flavored formaldehyde
Our own research tells us
When consumed constantly
Our product has shown to have the chance to cure moronity
It comes in frech plastic
And has control qualities
Even avaliable for purchase in children's quantities
Guzzling red flavored formaldehyde
Gonna be the best thing you've ever tried
Pass it down through your bloodline, a five ounce is just twelve ninety-nine
Guzzling red flavored formaldehyde
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4. |
Tempicide
03:09
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Never a dull moment whenthe calendar is filled with kitchen knives
Laughing at each minute as they suffocate and break out into hives
Hours fly by having fun while dropping them from thirteen stories high
Passing by the day as it slowly dehydrates in its binds
These are my favorite forms of tempicide
Never a waste when spent here by your side
Only investing in what I surmise will flash before my eyes
Culling out the week with a fireaxe directly to the spine
Reeling in the years as they float face down below the waterline
Watching each decade as their corpses do decay in quicklime
Make the century a victim of what is surely a war crime
These are my favorite forms of tempicide
Never a waste when spent here by your side
Only investing in what I surmise will flash before my eyes
These are my favorite forms of tempicide
Never a waste when spent here by your side
Only investing in what I surmise will flash before my dying eyes
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5. |
Emotional Atlas
02:53
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Every day it's doom, gloom and dismay
Feel decay in every word they say
You can't absorb all their stress
You can't always clean their mess
Lest you stunt your own progress
You don't love them any less
You just don't need the distress
Of emotional atlas
Meekly fray then quickly put away
Can't convey when treated as one-way
Reject bait from mouth of the ingrate
Don't deflate under the whole world's weight
You can't absorb all their stress
You can't always clean their mess
Lest you stunt your own progress
You don't love them any less
You just don't need the distress
Of emotional atlas
Every day it's doom, gloom and dismay
Just belay yourself to your own way
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6. |
Cynicyst
03:12
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Oh, how compliments make the mind fraught
Just buttered up before taken out back and shot
Long been tested in this school of thought
Every stranger's story comes with its own sick plot
High time to drain the cynicyst
Surely to burst should it persist
Try having trust, I do insist
High time to drain the cynicyst
Smiling like a sneering abscess
Even the cure to world hunger would not impress
How could someone enjoy life's recess
When bound to fall face first down the slide, I digress
High time to drain the cynicyst
Surely to burst should it persist
Try having trust, I do insist
I take a look behind my eyes
Start cutting myself down to size
At this rate all of my allies
Will consist of a swarm of flies
High time to drain the cynicyst
Surely to burst should it persist
Try having trust, I do insist
High time to drain the cynicyst
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7. |
Blink of an Eye
03:01
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Gather 'round young grandkin, listen to my story
I can promise to be brief now, so please don't up and flee
Though it's less of a tail and more of a quest for thee
I need you to pick my meds up down at the pharmacy
Ill let you in on one of my various lucrative money schemes
A simple task could be complete before tomorrow's eve
You shall scale the yard most thoroughly, and rake up all the leaves
Your reward a crumples Hamilton, and a packet of sour cream
Trust me, you'll see
In the blink of an eye you too will be as old and decrepit as me
I'm afraid my body simply isn't what it used to be
Though I'm strong in Night Court trivia, I'm weaker in the knees
It's so hard to bend and clip the yellowing nails of my toesies
I'll ask my doctor why they look like their packed with cottage cheese
Trust me, you'll see
In the blink of an eye you too will be as old and decrepit as me
Gather round young grandkin, listen to my story
I can promise to be brief now, so please don't up and flee
Though it's less of a tail and more of a quest for thee
I need a ride to bingo, to quench my gambling needs
Trust me, you'll see
In the blink of an eye you too will be as old and decrepit as me
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8. |
Drop In the Bucket
02:19
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If my arm were to twitch, I'd severe it away
If you were to pull the stitch, I'd let it fester in decay
If you're a glutton for violence, I'll bring pacifistic pain
Just one more drop in the bucket
As time goes on I find myself growing more plain
A run-on sentence gone too long, for the love of god please find the vein
And if you're one for silence, you're just the scalpel for my brain
Just one more drop in the bucket
So if you are my angel than I could be your wraith
A gentle sponge upon my head would be only the sweetest scathe
And if you spit in my face, at least you're acting in good faith
Just one more drop in the bucket
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9. |
Thrum
03:31
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Thrum
Drowned in constant drone
Occupied by tone
Shaking fears of being alone
Thrum
Rejoicing eardrums blown
Content in what's condoned
Distracted from what remains unknown
Thrum
Ceaseless jawbone, so much heard, little learned
Lugging 'round a head like a stone, mossy grey, left unturned
Well adept in smothering fears, thought they seem to hold breath for years
Thrum
Drowned in constant drone
Occupied by tone
Shaking fears of being alone
Thrum
Rejoicing eardrums blown
Content in what's condoned
Distracted from what remains unknown
Thrum
Seizing each lobe, lest attention divert
Pensively begin to disrobe, so naked, so alert
How reflections start to rear, roaring fog begins to clear
Thrum
Drowned in constant drone
Occupied by tone
Shaking fears of being alone
Thrum
Rejoicing eardrums blown
Content in what's condoned
Distracted from what remains unknown
Thrum
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10. |
All the Same
02:48
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Staring down the smoking barrel of your own mistake
Every choice you seem to make merits a double-take
Try not to forget how to breathe in, while drowning out your own headache
Time and time again it seems you never catch a break
I know that it's hard to get through the day
I know that it's hard to not feel the shame
I know that it's hard to hear when I say, when I say we're all the same
Time again just proving not to have the Midas touch
And pardon my French but it always seems that you're in Dutch
Try not to beat yourself up too much, save a little some for us
As a friendly gesture allow me to kick out your crutch
I know that it's hard to get through the day
I know that it's hard to not feel the shame
I know that it's hard to hear when I say, when I say we're all the same
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