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Hello Hell
02:14
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The voice in my head tells me what to do and who I am
One thought to the next, relentless chatter back and forth it never ends
It wants me dead it won’t relent it soon will send me to dissent
The person that I am never seems to meet the needs or connect
So I rage and I rest and I do what you’d expect but I must confess I believe I am possessed
Hello, Hell
Hang your hatred on me
I’ll harken to your hungry hollow hymns
Harnessing harm with your harmony
I hail to your holy lonely night
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2. |
Toxic and Fragile
04:29
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Well if I can’t afford a lesson then how will I learn
If I can’t quench my thirst then my desires just burn
If I can’t come clean, don’t be concerned
Just tidy up the mess for me
If you don’t tune in then I can’t get off
If I can’t get my way then I must just turn soft
You can lead me on but I might get lost
You’re all dolled up and dressed for me
You can love to death
But you might get killed
You can love for ever
And never be fulfilled
You an love so unconditionally
But just leave a little love for me
If I can’t sell my soul I’ll just give it away
If I can’t live forever what’s the point in a name
If it ain’t perfect it must be a shame
So take it all out on me
You can call me crazy, I’ll call you insane
You can call me out it only adds to my fame
You can take a spin on this cyclical pain
When you need a friend don’t look at me
You can love to death but you’d be a killer
You can love forever and still might forget her
You can love so unconditionally
But leave a little love for me
It gets a litte scandalous
If you can’t hear me then read my lips
You can whisper a curse, blow me a kiss
Which devil am I dancin’ with?
Quick wit, handsome smile
Good guy with that charming guile
Twisted tango, sweet denial
Testify without no trial
Give me your heart, give me your hand
Attention, affection, a song and a dance
Give me some sugar, that’s a command
Satisfaction, supply and demand
Love me, oh please!
Love me it’s all I need
Love me, I’ll never be free
Leave a little love for me
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3. |
Sick Sixth Sense
01:12
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Am I sleeping
Am I dreaming
Make believing
Let’s play nice
Am I lonely
Am I holy
Will I loathe the after life
I despise my insight
Can you see me
Can you hear me
Can you feel this discontent
Can you fake it
Can you break it
Can you taste this toxic flesh
I’ve got some sick sixth sense
Empty laughter
Constant disaster
Fucking up faster
Feign remorse
Try much harder
Fall much farther
Made up martyrs
Shit discourse
Suffering is a matter of course
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4. |
Apres Moi, Le Deluge
03:53
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Replace all thought
With witty remarks
A progressive march
A proper parade for a rainy day
Download and save our slippery souls
Invisible hands with the pipe of pan
We sing and dance for the fat of the land
Histories we’ve made
Fiction we create
Frame rate of our fame
A tricky task, a phantom’s mask
Will make us mad and lonely
A king of fools to break the rules
And bend the bones to jewelry
A desperate parade is leading the way
Beating the humdrum of god’s awful grace
Quiet violence normalized
Such a mundane suicide
Our saviors consumed
Orchestrated doom
What now shall we do?
Just laugh it off, a hollow cost
We’re weak from weeks of purging
A gentle nudge a little love
Salvation must be lurking
Were all alone
All knowing and stoned
Impulsive control
Reverse the curse
Rev up the hearse
Cadavars are cavorting
Embrace our fate
And fade away
the great decay is holy
We must take comfort in mankind’s demise
A spitting thrashing sacrifice
Our blood will boil with the sea
Our homes ride of disease
Our bodies without needs
Our flesh will feed the trees
Our nerves finally at ease
Our stories will make a glorious read
Our spirits finally free
Our love finally decreed
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5. |
WTFWJD?
04:29
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Christ was crucified for sedition
Not for your sins
One among many zealots
Who refused to obey an oppressive state
A failure in his plan
These holy lands all market place
All this hallowed ground
Has been hollowed out
No kingdom to come
So we impose our own beliefs
And build a god that thinks like me
Who do you serve
A Higher Purpose
Or authority?
Who do you worship
A Higher Power
Or powers that be?
I’m trying to be Christlike
But I’m frightened of sacrifice
It’s easy to compare if you care to fantasize
I am conspiring in a collapsing empire
With the meek and the beaten ‘round a dying campfire
We’re searching for a world worthy of salvation
Fighting for faith among the deprivation
We refuse to fund a violent empire
While paradise is colonized by liars
We travel the land in roving bands
Gathering our followers on Instagram
As all these sinners cast the first stone
The state surveys with all seeing iphones
Evil men thread a camel through the eye of a needle
While we become like children free and feeble
Spreading the word of apocalypse
The good word of the gospel always on our lips
Warning the poor of the end of days
Praying heaven is our if we just rise up and claim it
The first shall be last when we feel god’s wrath
Through collective psychosis and climate collapse
The fires of hell will be felt on earth
Money exchangers tables finally turned
Oh Christ, good god, how could I compare
This savior complex is a cross to bare
Chris hangs his head in shame
For the horrors done in his name
We project holiness
The burden rests on his throned crown
Screaming to an empty sky, crucified
Crying “Why?”
Why have you forsaken me?
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All will be for naught
For Christ on the cross
Weeping and Bleeding
His Word futile, his gospel justifying
The highest of crimes, crime in the highest
All Faith fuel for the pyre, flames among the fire
We dance along to Nero on the lyre
Embrace absurdity, squaller and obscenity
We’re living in the street philosophically
With a stoic rejection and a worthless perfection
And a search for honesty, a polite hypocrisy
So spit in the rich man’s face
“Don’t stand in my light”
We’ll find our happiness, but only out of spite
All will be for naught
For Diogenes on the cross
Laughing madly
All will be for fun when we all become holy bums
Mumbling our revelations
A whole book’s worth of revelations
When the sea at last swallows me
I’ll finally be free
Of this ridiculous fantasy
Of what created me
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7. |
Impermanence
04:32
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If I were denied these trying times
How could I find my own worth?
If I can’t decide that I’m ready to die
How could I begin my rebirth?
If I come to find my own freedom
I may seek comfort in the cage
When I follow the fear I’m feeding from
It seems like I’m running away
The moment I wake up
The dream I was weaving which once seemed so real
Reveals itself as made up
When the time does arrive for my timely demise
I’ll writhe with regret and remorse
I’ll surely replace any tasteful disgrace
With pleas for an easy recourse
If the time comes to pass
That I’m actually asked
What the fuck I’m fighting for
A brief relief of pain won’t quiet my brain
Which seeks immortality and more
The instant I die
I can finally recognize
that I had in fact in alive
When the time comes for sustanence
When needs need met
And the pressure is felt
I doubt some insufferable wordsmith
Will be able to offer
Any semblance of help
When our time are defined by violence
Some poetic prophet won’t due
I’ve learned my aversion to impermanence
The pen is not quite as mighty as the truth
That a Big Man With A Gun
Will do what he wants to
So do as he says, or he’ll shoot
My story will not live on with you
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8. |
Zen Tanks
04:19
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9. |
Fake Embrace
02:39
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Life goes by
Drained of life
Decadent deception
Distracts my eye
Taking turns
With worthless words
Reaching out always
Turns inwards
Cycles spin
The cage we’re in
Cavorting, contorting
Shapeshifting
Bitter sweet
Sweet release
Empty rhetoric
Expect, repeat
Fading faith
Fake embrace
Fear the fate of
Falling grace
All we know
It’s all for show
Blinding brightness
Great Below
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10. |
No Thing
04:38
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Identified, Defined
Through cyclical separation
Deep breath, slow death
A hole in my chest
An empty severed head
When vision’s an outward gaze
Focas fades and blurs
Reflections tend to lend themselves
To the rippling of the water
Travel en masse
Vast and wide
Just to be all alone again
Internal hurt, eternal thirst
We must learn to earn ourselves
An open weeping wound
May be used as a healing tool
But the blade may be removed
And wielded as a weapon
Will we wander our whole lives
Wondering what could be
Will we ever be set free
From this tension and release
The gap that passion strives to bridge
Sets the same flame that makes it burn
And extended empty hand
Holds the holy nothing to be learned
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11. |
Indifference
03:25
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We’re all livin’ on the brink of a breakdown
Navigating the spaces in between
Life cycled and death spirals
Solipsistic sense of sacred certainty
How can we feel so empty
When all we do is consume?
The emperor is nude
But we find meaning in meaning’s pursuit
We don’t wanna be enlightened
We wanna be in love
We don’t want to wait for redemption
To reign from above
But as above so below
All that’s left is a solemn sense of solace
From which to grow
We need darkness to see the stars
But our resistance mimics the orthodox
The truth is we must give up on truth
Embrace a beautiful, brutal paradox
So drink now of the blood
From the sacramental wine
Dine now on the body, but what of the mind?
All is in a constant state of becoming
Everything perpetually coming to it’s end
Fulfillment in the face of futility
Omnipotent indifference forgives us of our discontents
So if it’s worth dying for
It’s worth staying alive to find out
How we can take faith in our doubts
Forsaken futures fuel a flame
Within and without
We find fellowship in the fight
Despite the inevitable ending
Find redemption in connection
Meet the reckoning with reverence and affection
We don’t want to be enlightened
We wanna be in love
But everythings perpetually ending all the time
Laughter in the face of suffering
At the forest’s edge we can sense
A lovingly indifferent divine
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12. |
Memento Mori
03:05
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Average Joey Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Poet with a banjo!
Writer of Songs
Livin' in a Van
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