1. |
floating
00:47
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there is nothing here
the sun is dead
the moon is hollow
just winding tunnels of empty space
spitting out and back again
infinite continuing cycles of desecration
hugged by machines I'm comforted to sleep
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2. |
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we keep trying to make peace with it
knowing its all going to be for nothing
tote tags will hang from our feet like welcome signs
wasteland laid barren by greed and stupidity
keep on breathing
keep on choking
descend
there is nothing
with there lack of empathy
making them feel happy and whole
they will consume the earth
they will they will
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3. |
wart
01:47
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please stop
you're not fooling anyone
with your new found fake sense of compassion
A perfect simulation of decent human beings
you'll never be anything
you'll never love anyone
If this is what community is then set my body ablaze
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4. |
you're here forever
04:09
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Im destined to die
amongst the fading dreams and broken memories
Toiling away in mediocrity
Pining for something more
But this hell is home
Its all ill ever fucking know
Maybe someday I'll get out
Maybe someday we'll all get out
Get to prosper and find joy again
Find the time to make the art we can all live in
Take the comfort in knowing that we're growing
And finally be fucking happy
Tell me this isn't some Disneyland fairytale
That I won't still be here at 50 waiting to die
I know that I'm better than this place
I won't let it take me
For now I'll dream
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5. |
no funeral
03:06
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can't find the strength
to keep going on
these mistakes and regrets
follow me around like an apparition
a shadow without a future
tethered to a lingering void
millions of dangling threads
grasping for something real
I see a silhouette in the corner
hanging from the ceiling fan
it's swaying back and forth
like a ticking clock
sometimes I have this dream of a beautiful place
where i become perfectly weightless
a spectre floating to one room to the other
a comfort I often visit but hope to never realize
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6. |
tack
02:29
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complacent in your apathy
turning away as we all sink
deaf to everyone's cries
charmed by trash
we're all drowning and you don't give a shit
fuck you
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7. |
annihilation
04:34
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circling the drain
searching for clarity
pinned down and made numb
struggling to breathe
a week a month a year
it's all the same
pummeling my self worth
I hide in plain site
These shifts in me they keep destroying my every being
Relationships and my drive to create
Any former facet of joy is gone it keeps
Snuffing out any good feeling
I can't keep this up
A black shroud consuming everyone and everything
Maybe things will just always be this way
I can keep trudging on but this is the only thing I'll ever be
One with the dirt my feet become roots
twisted and buried forever sealed inside a dream
Branches of a time once in bloom now forgotten
The yearning to be set free
I will not self immolate
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8. |
the end
06:32
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