1. |
drive
01:43
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i welcome the sickness
i wanna exist as
more than a fist
for them to bang on doors with
there's 114 spaces
and i'm parked up on the sixth
its a Friday afternoon
and i'm feeling sorta sick
its like
no-one i know
really seems to fucking get it
so sick of the routine
i am starting to regret it, oh
but you're concerned about
acquiring the bread (the bread)
i just wanna sit and try to
take care of my head (my head)
why don't we meet and chat about
some real shit instead
we can think on ways to help
folks out until were dead
i hate the dress they made you wear
when you were on tv (television)
this is my drunk driving car
i like to think that it drives me
i hate the dress they made you wear
when you were on tv
this is my drunk driving car
i like to think that it drives me
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2. |
endeavor
00:38
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i used to write with cadence
now I've lost all rhythm
and I'm dying in an ocean
of my own repetition
i keep sayin' shit,
sayin' shit,
that I've said forever
since i was sub 12
and thought that i was real clever
I'm made of old parts
like the space shuttle endeavor
in fantasy dungeons
with switches and levers
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3. |
complacent
01:42
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the way that you deify
the uniforms and flags
like maybe it'll lift you up
put the money in the bag
our kids are our replacements
the fuel of warring nations
they might just grind 'em up
and turn 'em into paste, man.
i know you
know these things
but we have become complacent
with nerves exposed
in a land void of honey
we'll worship the dirt
or build our little armies
to play games on our behalves or something
the enemy approacheth while we were rejoicing
in our lack of purpose
in our happy family circus
in all the ways the earth has been subject to us
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4. |
untoward
01:19
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buckets of blood
to pay off my bills
look at me,
im phillip morris
or maybe someone more...like
famously untoward;
like jeffrey dahmer or something.
i go to the dance clubs
take a lot of pills
thats boring, im snoring
thats bullshit though
i lied again
only took pills after my accident
yeah, buckets of blood
to pay off my bills
look at me,
im phillip morris.
i go to the dance clubs
take a lot of pills
thats boring, im snoring
and lying again.
maybe i'm someone more famously untoward,
like jeffrey dahmer or something.
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5. |
labor
00:54
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they can do what they want
and all you can do is work
they reap all the rewards
and make you feel like a jerk
for all the holes in your socks
with all your time on the clock
you dont ask for a lot
and thats exactly whatcha got.
there aint no otherworldly savior
save your fruit from the rot,
from the rot of your labor
save your labor
for love
yeah, for love.
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6. |
advil m&m's
01:57
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nothing for anyone...
they say 'don't stop!
you cant give up,
keep pushing on!'
and i like it.
yeah, that's the kind of message that i'd like to recite if
ya gave me a second of your time.
i want to be like the coins in your pocket,
but as far as i can tell
you've got...zero pockets,
so im more like the pills
quaking at the bottom of your purse...
advil m&m's
advil m&m's
advil advil advil m&m's
advil m&m's
advil advil
imagine always chasing
the same
feeling from your youth
youth junkie, thats what they'd call you
i felt like a ghost today
and thats called punishment
just who do you think you are?
i think most interaction is shallow
like a sun soaked corpse
in the texas heat
does that really mean anything to you
or are you just more rotting meat
advil m&m's
advil m&m's
advil advil advil m&m's
advil m&m's
advil m&m's
advil advil advil m&m's
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7. |
takeaway
02:09
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i feel surrounded, if not consumed
by something i cannot explain to you
and in my junior phase, i deign to replace
the silk and lace that lay bare on your skin
in winter nights. i claim to feel alright,
but i'm prone to lyin', and hide in plain sight
like 'what's it to ya?'
i wanna be hungry in ways i have never felt
i wanna like the things that come out of my mouth
i wanna feel like Jesus Christ in the south
or maybe like The Devil in the bible belt
if i could take it
i would take it away
if i knew what i wanted
well then that's what i'd say
but i dont so i float
down the river astray
its a river in my mind
and my mind, it is space
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redroot Gainesville, Florida
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