1. |
Adult Sentences
03:58
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ADULT SENTENCES
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Arrow of Time
TAKE MY SENSES
Free me from
RECOLLECTION
Aligned with no sign
SIGN OF NEATNESS
Designer of Minds
PICK UP THE PIECES
In theory we just endlessly divide
With every new division we just sigh
Wasting every ounce of energy on
“Why?”
And vague inclinations, we tried
But we don’t own our own intentions
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2. |
Heavy Lungs
02:33
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HEAVY LUNGS
Lungs heavy with defunct claims of love
You can hear the creaking in our bones
Our cover’s being blown
Mama warned me not to take these games to heart
Father warned me “Son don’t take these games to heart!”
Admit
I played ‘em recklessly
Eyes on you right from the start
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3. |
Possibility
02:45
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POSSIBILITY
Suddenly
You know how the story goes
One day you’re fighting that good fight
The next who knows
They’ll ask
“Young man, who goes?”
I’d have to think it through
I’d really have to think it through
Wild world of ample proportion
We are too long in life too short
We could taste sweet honey and sedative venom
Before the end
I’d have to think it through
I’d really have to think it through
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4. |
Sea Glass
04:38
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SEA GLASS
Ashes are all that’s left of this love
Eyes burn in the sandstorm
Your threshold’s not where you thought
Outside your door
I’m stumbling unsure
There’s no one else I’d rather waste away the daylight for
There’s one word that we won’t speak
So I’ll fix my gaze upon your face
And hope your lips unleash those perfect teeth
Sifting for sea glass
Worn out
Waters crash where we’re sat
To remind us that
Even this land could break
And this distance between us can be washed right out
Or would you rather drown?
Outside your life
I’m tangled in my strings bleeding for your knife
A puppet on your hand I’ll speak only on command
There’s one word that we wont say
I’ll just disintegrate
And wait for the haze to break away
But am I too late?
IN THE AMBULANCE
WHERE THEY TRIED AND TRIED
BUT COULD NOT LOCATE MY SPINE
THERE WAS A BRIGHT WHITE LIGHT THAT I CHASED
And at the end I heard the siren sing your name
I’M SORRY BUT THE TRUTH IS THAT I
NEVER REALLY KNEW
WHAT WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO
AND WHEN THE MORNING FINALLY CAME
IT WAS CLEAR
There was one thing left to say…
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5. |
Alone & Adrift
03:33
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ALONE & ADRIFT
A holy man
His face etched out of stone
Wonders which way his wind is blowin’
In the eyes of The Lord he doesn’t have an answer
He may be wandering ‘til he gets wherever he’s going
We’re all wondering
Where we’re wandering
Will we be wondering
Until we get where we’re going?
Miss Patricia sits alone
On a bus bench waiting to go home
In the eyes of The Lord she doesn’t have direction
She may have wandered too far from her front door
We’re all wondering
Where we’re wandering
Will we be wondering
Until we get where we’re going?
The belly of The Beast rumbles beneath
Every footstep marchin’ down the street
How they tread suggests
They’ll never take a stand
And The Beast just wonders if it’s going to starve until the end
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6. |
Tedium
05:42
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TEDIUM
Imperfection and Beauty
Like Melody, Harmony
Paired as they ought to be
It happened so naturally
Well the past it came back to me
In blissful monotony
It was negative actually
A blatant catastrophe
In and out of an anomaly
All things or no things
The strictest dichotomy
Probably vacant philosophy
And we ask this question of you
“Do all men kill the things they do not love?”
And in your response we learn the truth
Your answer is short and concise
“Would you have a serpent sting you twice?”
Waiting and willingly we became
Routine but gently
Forgot what I had at first only seen
A sense of consistency in myself
A byproduct of mental health
Tidings caught idly and nothing else
Would you have a serpent sting you twice?
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7. |
Short & Sweet
04:22
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SHORT & SWEET
Let’s keep this short and sweet
When you like
To talk it out
To the point
We speak the hard words
Stumble on
Just assume
That this place
Will humble you
You’re with your favorite friend
That too one day might end
KEPT IN YOUR BACK POCKET
So you don’t forget
Crushed by a
Sledgehammer
See what is left
Just debris
Cast aside lightly
We are not
Similar
We find that
To be suitable
You’re with your favorite friend
That too one day might end
KEPT IN YOUR BACK POCKET
So you don’t forget
You’re with your favorite friend
That path runs end to end
KEPT IN YOUR BACK POCKET
So you don’t forget
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8. |
Not Necessarily
03:35
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NOT NECESSARILY
You claim
I’m cuffed by my love
And thankful
You’ve thrown away the key
My conscience was once clean
Well, not necessarily
Maybe just momentarily
It faded away with my memory
I’m just a dog
Ashamed
Of how long I’ve obeyed
I’M JUST A DOG CHAINED IN PLACE
Patiently waiting to be released
My conscience was once clean
Well, not necessarily
Maybe just momentarily
It faded away with my memory
You think that I bow willingly
But your magnetic crown is draggin’ me down
Down
I’m just a peasant in disbelief
Of how long I’ve obeyed
I’m just--
I’M JUST A PEASANT ON MY KNEES
Begging to be released
My conscience was once clean
Not necessarily
Maybe just momentarily
It faded away with my memory
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9. |
Garbage Bags
05:02
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GARBAGE BAGS
From your bed to mine
All signs point toward a need to leave
So we say “It’s been nice.”
We never lose sight of what’s behind
We still find each other right
Signs point backwards through time
While we’re laying side by side
We’re going home
But from there
Where do we go?
Garbage bags increase
The insignificance of the items they contain
So we fill them with what needs to be thrown out of our minds
We still find each other right
Signs point backwards through time
As we’re laying side by side
We’re going home
But from there
Where do we go?
From your bed to mine
Back to back and side to side
We say goodbye
Bags packed and set aside
We’re going home
But from there
Where do we go?
We’re going home
BUT FROM THERE …?
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