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don't get yer hopes up
02:46
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families discuss all sorts of matters
some leave out just one thing
forgetting the many sorts, shapes and sizes
of debauchery
we've all been led to believe
success will hard work bring
ignoring the many sorts, shapes and sizes
of debauchery
would you like to spend your waking hours
hurling on the floor?
picking at your mental scabs
laughing with the whores?
screaming at the cloud so loud
yer ears begin to ring?
these follow opportunities for debauchery
she's fine in doses you see
it's the finely titrated psychotic in me
abusing the many sorts, shapes and sizes
of debauchery
it's god's well-designed catastrophe
though ingenius we must agree
these urges to play with
the sorts, shapes and sizes of debauchery
would you like to spend your waking hours
curled up on the floor?
tearing off yer mental scabs
collapsing with the whores?
screaming at the clouds so loud
yer ears begin to ring?
these follow opportunities for debauchery
seems the time to draw the line
just let the good lord win
join the fold and hold hands
but there's that urge again
to relieve myself just one more time
let consequences be
and pursue the many sorts, shapes and sizes
of debauchery.
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pilonidal disease
04:45
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well it's a shame look the other way
ignore the signs of who's to blame
picture screams instead of dreams
anymore they're all the same
call yer dogs off the legs
of the crippled woman who begs
on yer street just below yer suite
did you know that she could care less?
snort a line just to pass the time
engaged in other sorts of crime
cuz now the wise seem to tell the lies
to the children in our minds
well it's a sign of the times
let's watch the death toll rise
holding school for the fools
before we pluck out their eyes
so slap yer child instill the drive
install the fire inside
then watch the pain fan the flame
in a search for a place to hide
it's pilonidal disease
pilonidal disease
so yer tongue has lost it's way
it's unfit for the day there's no time to rewind
and learn how to play the game
so say goodbye to the golden boy
the one smashing his toys
with a gun just to have fun
no more dreams to destroy
then for laughs throw the kicker
and just go sicker than the one before
in this carnival now it's so much bigger
some wonder why beneath the lies
there's no control over wind and tides
there's just this fog left by our god
and the people are taking sides
pretending they've had a taste of
feeling each way
i'm on the floor i'm on all fours
you would think i was praying.
it's pilonidal disease
pilonidal disease
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4. |
stomped
03:20
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detailed accounts of a crucifixion
five of seven for a number
scaling mountains of this affliction
upsetting the moods of the others
little orange bottles we can't remember
seasonal affective disorder decembers
poor sleep esteem hygiene posture
social anxiety visine lost words
and i promise you it won't let up
in lieu of leading you astray
today will stomp you so don't get up
it's been designed this way
reasonable bouts of self-medication
the weekend's additional slumber
seasoned doubts of yer congregations
upsetting the moods of the others
it's sunny outside i find me alone
a storm's brewing inside my unorganized home
overpriced doctors they're sicker than we are
overlooked factors it's a healing disaster
and i promise you it won't let up
in lieu of leading you astray
today will stomp you don't get up
it's been designed this way
and there are droves of our long sour faces
we litter yer streets
droves of us suffering in phases
yer herd of bitter sheep.
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this process
02:17
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if we could only know each other
and gaze eye to eye
we could do away with this whole number
you'd know my insides
but there's an evil bitch called money
and more chores than rewards
the face on my clock laughs at me
swinging its arms forward
well if you didn't order
one cupful of my soul
what are these waves coursing through
these speakers for?
or have you been conditioned
by a lot that just don't care?
those tossing coarse judgements into our air
well this is a mere diddy-jingle
and the stretching of few fingers
for those who confound works of art
with mathematical dilemmas
yes there's a burden to this process
yes it exacts a toll
but the reward is this process
not the end result.
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the pain of others
04:02
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it's no small request i understand
i'll ask you gently and only once
i never mean to be a bother
but i'd like you to notice the pain of others
it might consume your time each day
or take only a few moments
it's such a small price to pay
when you feel the woe of others
nor is it uncommon to become depressed
one can't predict yer reaction
to yer first taste of another's distress
throe, malady and maladaption
their misery can put yers into perspective
their discomfort addictive
but at the end of each day yer reward remains
as you become a better organism.
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control array
03:14
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there's an overpass i know
where that weeping willow grows
and a noose gently swings
down below
and then there's this bottle of pills
oh how they rattle the will
against this warm blade of steel
folded neatly down below.
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roll it under yer tongue all over yer gums
now cover the sides of yer cheeks
then just relax and let twenty minutes pass
you'll discover in that time sure relief
pure pleasure creeps while yer sick conscience weeps
discard those sticks and wrappers
cut lot control numbers
before you morph under
to find what yer lunatic's after
and understand
it's much warmer than a womb
its embrace is much stronger than you
before long you'll know how many micros
composed this analgesic tune
so sorry to annoy you this feeling is transitory
can't match the strength of yer body
enjoy while it lasts soon a thousand more pass
but the pain won't match the length of yer party
but you'll suffer nonetheless i love spasms
the best next to insomnia and chills
but good times weren't they sure had in that
dead center of sadness
relief from a source distilled
and understand
it's much warmer than a womb
its embrace is much stronger than you
before long you'll know how many micros
composed this analgesic tune
wherever these dollops of joy are conceived
peddled, carried, sold or received
employees should always be armed properly
and ready for those our great god wants us to be
i'm afraid you won't catch or dissuade me
of me and the same are simply far too many.
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nowhere, faster
05:19
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what's wrong with this
slowly admitting we do not know?
instead of moving
faster each day than before
we are moving
faster than each day before
and where are we going?
nowhere
we are spinning in almost circles going nowhere
why head there faster?
nowhere, faster.
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10. |
an american scream
05:24
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i often feel a little hell inside
and beggin' for more
there's nowhere to go on the other side
i've been there before
that bridge ain't nothin' but ash & smoke
those smiles they're dreams
yeah that bridge ain't nothin' but sooty ash and
smoke in this american scream
when our flag's not burnin'
or covered in blood
oh yeah when ole glory's not smokin'
she's flappin' halfway up
well i guess you noticed things aren't how
they're made to seem in this american scream
i ain't got no money
i'm losin' hope
i's just thinkin' i ain't got no goddamn money
the lord made me broke
and where's that rascal when you need him anyway?
there's no beam to shine
yeah where's that messiah when we needed him?
i'd say it's way past time
i thought she could heat this sadness
soaked in our ground
i was hopin' she could
trip up this madness dancin' through our towns
or maybe he carries most the blame for
this american scream
i'm so happy we're marching into other lands
to show 'em how to live
yeah it warms the deep black chambers of my heart
we have that to give
too bad our uncle turned out to be a rapist
he seemed so kind
and now we get to ravage all those other lands too
it's reason to smile
on our way to hell in a red, white and blue basket
i'm looking forward to it
some days i'd swear i's already there now
wading through it
until then i'll just wait and watch them paint the scene
this american scream.
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