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King Insignificant
02:47
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Countless deeds
have blessed me like a sneeze
I wipe it on my sleeve
I’m grateful
Waste not want not
Find me at the haunt
I’ll talk you til you’re gaunt
I’m graceful now
The next round is on the house
Turn up the jukebox loud
But you won’t see me twist and shout
Cause dancing is for better men
It’s no coincidence I’m unsolicited
And on the frontier of ignorance
I am a vanguard
King Insignificant
When every pep talk
Is a put down
I order the swill
I put it to my mouth
And left for dead
I’d wish you well instead
Of dying with a grudge
Cause when I’m at my edge
I could use the nudge
Everyday’s a trying of my faith
Of which I can’t relate
I’m groundless
Morning wake to find my body ache
Another’s mistake of countless now
Daydreaming of an out but how
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2. |
The Waning Moon
01:32
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Valley of the unfortunate dead
I arrive with my hands upon my head
Rain come down let it wash away my dread
I wish, I wish that I could find a way
To lift you up when you’re in pain
I feel so weak I feel so vain
Habits formed in a life of debt
Set intentions as well as can be set
The waning moon comes to collect
I wish, I wish that I could find a way
To lift you up when you’re in pain
I feel so weak I feel so vain
I sense the source of disrepair
The pain is here you’re barely there
You fight to bury the despair
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3. |
Threadbare
02:23
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Can’t get myself off of the couch
Can’t get myself off of the couch
But I’m grateful
Right place, wrong time
Which habits define
The methods that refine
What’s mimic and what’s mine
The gravity of what’s at stake
The gravity of what’s at stake
May fluctuate
Right place, wrong time
Which habits define
The methods that refine
What’s mimic and what’s mine
The hanging plant
dances to the fan’s lead
This pale blue dot
Every rant every good deed
Self contained
The veil between resolute
and destitute is threadbare
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4. |
Not Like You
01:37
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Feelin’ better up in my head
I’m drinkin’ less, I read instead
Where did he go? I dunno
Feelin’ better up in my head
Not smokin’ less I get upset
Where did he go? I dunno
I wanted to not like you
I wanted to not like you
Feelin’ better up in my head
Still, body’s stressed, I keep it fed
Where did he go? I dunno
I wanted to not like you
I wanted to not like you
Not you
I wanted to not like you
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5. |
The Itch
02:13
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Do we ever meet our expectations
Or do we just keep
Making new lists
Scratch this one to bliss
Or some perversion of it
Do we even need our aspirations
Or will we just be
Content to live
But scratch that fucking itch
Or some perversion of it
And so we will it away
as best as we can
At best in a matter of days
We’ll feel it again
Creep in
Fear not nor swoon
Pour that salt into the wound
Seek no cure for self-induced
Agony
Lest you long for atrophy
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6. |
Chowderhead
01:38
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When it’s over
Will the gods be kind to you
I doubt it
World turns over
Indifferent to your breakthroughs
I doubt it
Absent recourse
Comfort sought in solitude
I noticed in my eye
A twitch began to cry
Myth of an independent life
All myself is tied
To a people and a sky
An arbitrary web of light
All myself is tied
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7. |
Death of an Empire
01:56
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Maybe we should be lighting things on fire
It’s not enough to simply call someone a liar
When hypocrisy is no disqualifier
And forgiveness leads to driving on flat tires
All the wrong people love themselves
See only mirrors, poison wells
Left to reason out the death of an empire
It’s not enough to hang your shingle out for hire
Feeding flames and bearing witness to the pyre
Let forgiveness wait for rebirth in the fire
All the wrong people love themselves
See only mirrors, poison wells
A matchbook burns in short sustain
But shows in turn a brief refrain:
“You can’t kill me”
All the wrong people love themselves
See only mirrors, poison wells
A matchbook burns in short sustain
But shows in turn a brief refrain
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8. |
Answer To Hell
03:31
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Suffer awake now
How long today
Realize an exit
How far away
How I thought about you
I was so nervous
In my sinister value
Brain pays lip service
We all need now little reminders
I’m alive, I’m alive
When the flies get past our blinders
I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m a decomposing shell
I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m my own answer to hell
I’m alive, I’m alive
How I thought about you
I was so nervous
In my sinister value
Brain pays lip service
Tension all around you
Drown or break surface
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9. |
False Prize
02:00
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Struggling to keep
My heart beat down
And my eyes
Off of your false prize
I am at ease
A better me when
I let me see
The muck and thee grime
Of our time
Sim city left to rot
I wouldn’t trade my spot
Time spent starving for entropy
I’d just like to eat
Sim city left to rot
I wouldn’t trade my spot
Time spent starving for entropy
I’d just like to eat
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10. |
Three Jeers
02:31
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I’m up to my ears in beer
And we all cheer
For the dumbest shit
What’s left when you reach the bar
So low it leaves a scar
As you trip over it
I dunno
Why am I here all alone
I have my plants my home
We made plans to give a dog a bone
Now I am my own
Three jeers for the people with
A sense of diligence
A firm grasp on time
We’ll stick with the plan for now
Pack up and leave town
When I can grow a spine
I dunno
Why am I here all alone
I have my plants my home
We made plans to give a dog a bone
Now I am my own
I’m sorry but I just
Couldn’t take myself
So seriously at all
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11. |
Fail Big
02:13
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I’m trying to rattle around
What’s left of my head on the ground
My brain falls out my ears
And it’s clear
This body is past its prime
Controlled by an ailing mind
As I piss away the years
And it’s clear
This year ain’t the first to get bad
Will you help or get sad
Snake oil or extant bliss
Each vice in the search endless
Leaves a mark on the veneer
And it’s clear
Abundance of evidence
Malevolent resonance
If I stow away the fear
And it’s clear
This year ain’t the first to get bad
Will you help or get sad
Every day know I mean what I say
That I try to pick myself up out the way
And if I fail I will fail big but that’s okay
Make every effort to resist the day’s malaise
And maybe clear
This fear
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12. |
Coward
02:30
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Me a no good middling coward
I oh me oh my
You an all too true power
Of the cynic in my life
Wouldn’t it be nice
Tear it from the hands of time
Whose very structure binds
The words with which we can define
You an empty booth
Reminder of
A grotesque loss of youth
Me afraid to bury
My friend
We a broken family
Wouldn’t it be nice
Tear it from the hands of time
Whose very structure binds
Dull knife twisting inside
Daylight fading
Stop gap
Jerry-rig my fucking heart again
Dull knife twisting inside
Daylight fading
Stop gap
Jerry-rig my fucking heart again
Stop gap
Jerry-rig my fucking heart again
Stop gap
Jerry-rig my fucking heart again
Stop gap
Keep the burial dirt
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13. |
Blammo
03:00
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Time ripens and time rots
And blows away
An old man with nothing
To prove or say
I’ve lost my way
The past it lies in front
And slowly fades
What comes, comes from behind
A creeping snake
Shake you awake
In time you’ll find
Its touch just right
Oh god I wanna feel it slither shake and writhe
Past my eye
I wanna feel it slither shake and writhe
Past my eye
I wanna feel it slither shake and writhe
Past my eye
It’s how I ease the doubt
That I’m alive
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14. |
Grift On Repeat
02:00
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I feel no weight off my shoulders
For this lack of belief
As they’re left warm in their comfort
I rack my brain counting sheeping
I take my time and throw it away
I take my time and throw it
And there is no bliss in realization
No sense of relief
Just the unpleasant knowing
Of grift on repeat
I take my time and throw it away
I take my time and throw it
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15. |
Cheap Therapy
02:52
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I’m no good
on my own
I can’t focus
escape to my phone
Move through the day
One task at a time
Cause hands put to purpose
Can quiet the mind
But when it’s cold
And when it rains
I hope it rains
For the whole year straight
Something’s wrong inside my mind
And I don’t know how to talk about it
Something’s wrong inside my mind
And I don’t know how to talk about
Picking scabs and trading stories
Equal parts profound and boring
That’s all this needs to be
Cheap therapy
Something’s wrong inside my mind
And I don’t know how to talk about it
Something’s wrong inside my mind
And I don’t know why
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