1. |
Ruin
04:09
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in my deep nest i saw the vein
it closed from purpose
and this rot, this rot, this rot
is glossy on the surface
but the marrow of my work
has been sucked by design
i steal this piece of life
i thought it was mine
it's owned, it's owned, it's owned
and the words are chosen they flow
and it breaks my strings
makes a mold of my body
replacement it stings
everyone everyone
just accept your part in it
onto frail walls a weak applause
marks the beats, formed easily
and they're a, they're a, they're a
creature made of teachings
with a fragile dimming image
of days in the green seasons
this dreamer's now a ruined human
it goes, it goes, it goes
the husk is shaped and it grows
and it breaks my strings
makes a mold of my body
replacement it stings
care for nothing, care for no one
and accept their part in it
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2. |
Blush
05:22
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the clock strikes noon
cars crash and feelings bloom
and it's only you and me in this room
and your hand is shaking on mine
as we walk by the graves
we'll never get inside
and the wind cries
the name of a daughter
the water stops
we climb painted rocks with words of worry
and these houses are empty
these houses are empty
the sky is coming down
so we write our names to the underground
the light is fading around
the sky is coming down
so we write our names to the underground
the light is fading around us
it's the great equalizer crashing
it's full sharp lashes
these dilated eyes their laughing
and the new believer waits for the new sun
i agonize to fill this cup
the sky is coming down
so we write our names to the underground
the light is falling around
the sky is coming down
so we write our names to the underground
the light is fading around us
diamonds rust, crimes and blush fall to blood
diamonds rust, crimes and blush fall to blood
time erupts, but mines had love
the walls have vines, the heart has ties
and i had mine
the sky is coming down
so we write our names to the underground
the light is falling around
the sky is coming down
so we write our names to the underground
the light is fading around us
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3. |
New Ground
03:53
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he birthed a seed in a sun
a runner hungry for the feel of new ground
and on this watermarked world
i'm searching for the sound
and it comes with tongues and guns
the smell of the grave
and the chance to be human
when the rupture comes
will i be for sale
shed my savior shed my vulture skin
and be pale
gilded, featureless
surrounded on all sides
i saw the world through new eyes
gilded, featureless
surrounded on all sides
cries and crimes held back
with a binded knife
quiet coward wasting hours
a broken house on a rotting base
just going where the water takes me
have the words sunk deep like john
a believer, a figure, a picture, a martyr
when the rupture comes
will i be for sale
shed my savior shed my vulture skin
and be pale
gilded, featureless
surrounded on all sides
i saw the world through new eyes
gilded, featureless
surrounded on all sides
cries and crimes held back
with a binded knife
i am one of a thousand
and i make up this island
i'm a million hands
i'm a weak tree branch
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4. |
Who Affects the Sunset
04:55
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who affects the sunset?
sick man in a mask flies a white flag
i see crystal cup
i make dirty fingers
dig out the books and lungs
under this theater
whose mark is on today,
who alive had a say
a prisoner a leech of history
so who affects the sunset
who affects the sunset
i'm a citizen, a machine, a machinist
in this head there's a compass
but where's the rose
and which road is it leading towards
who knows, who knows
these creature habits keep our hands open
wrapped like a flag on a hammer
i shook glowing sand through paralyzed fingers
and i grasped at a chance
to bring about a real civilization
here's a sutured smile
here's a dispossessed mile
it's a building on fire
there's a working hand tired
so who affects the sunset
who affects the sunset
i'm a citizen a machine a machinist
in this head there's a compass
where's the rose
and which road is leading towards
who knows, who knows
where’s your comfort coming from is it alone?
i'm a citizen a machine a machinist
in this head there's a compass
where's the rose
and which road is leading towards
who knows, who knows
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5. |
Unprocessed
05:03
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sterilize this connection
made a copy of myself
find substance in my head
i'll leave nothing on the shelf
passing through
my brighter side lives on behind
and it came without a line
see that view
there once were rivers
say we tried
and there is nothing there
there is nothing there
oh i saw this night
oh i saw this life
two tongues locked in amber
the searcher has been lost
pale scenes forgotten
the caverns filled with rot
give me more
i saw the water once before
and it hid behind a door
bite my hand
watch the body bulge and form
and there is nothing there
there is nothing there
oh i saw this night
oh i saw this life
oh stranger lie to me
say you know my name and face please
oh before we’re forced to sleep
oh stranger lie to me
say you know my name and face please
oh before we’re forced to sleep
calm words coming
the signals in your voice
what’s the time where’d i go
the boys reaching towards the void
in the fire
the light you know is locked and burned
designed within the world
ear for hire
sheds the weight until it’s cured
and there is no more there
there is no more there
oh i saw this night
oh i saw this life
oh stranger lie to me
say you know my name and face please
oh before we’re forced to sleep
oh stranger lie to me
say you know my name and face please
oh before we’re forced to sleep
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6. |
Clarity
03:39
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the collapse has brought me here
surrounded by words to ease my fears
so what's that floating in the water
serpentine the sound of an author
and there’s shins in the streets
i've been green
i've been sleeping
clarity
clarity i see
what comes out when the light sprouts
through a wall it finds its way down
all i've got is fading
it's failing its draining
all i've got i can't hold
it blows away the ragged clothes
and shows the bones inside
clarity
clarity i see
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7. |
Song 8
04:57
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overprocessed and under prepared
in the poison cycle
how we breathe in the air
as it wears away our legs for the new day
i would’ve sheared the shepherd
i would be the sheep
but the field was dry
and cut by dead creeds
and on this red hill
stood a headless machine
the narrow gambler
he doubles down
and in this time tried pattern
holds a pale face to drown
and there’s no honor in these hours
symbols for meaning, symbols for self
but i know i'll be standing still
wedding in a wasteland, a new birth
end of progress please take my thirst
dine on rotting crows
where was the worth
scowling faces, they're covered in dirt
where's the connection
condition lost
the wheel of growing and growing
is grinding on
i can’t see the sun
i can’t drive the ash from my lungs
i wake up and whisper
the same old song
when the sun fell
and gold drained away
all the grinding in the dark
it bled out from the rain
with private trains passing
cages and new names
i was there
by waves and romance
now with hollow promise
as the years flow in to weigh on my wrists
as i wait slowly and still watch the drift
new growth on a barren aisle
as a pile of rust builds on bitter signs
as i sleep through it all
i sleep through it all
where's the connection
condition lost
the wheel of growing and growing
is grinding on
i can’t see the sun
i can’t drive the ash from my lungs
i wake up and whisper
the same old song
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8. |
Silhouette
04:56
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cigarettes and sanitizer for sale
save the label
a child's sock next on the table
and the heaters on, the cups on fire
i scream into nothing
try harder, try harder
we have nothing to give you
except all that behind the wall
and a club on a skull
and a club on a skull
absorbed, it's all absorbed
take in spit out made a part
of the path forward
forward
heaters on the cups on fire
what goes on all day
letting the blood pool on a seat
never finding the sea
the cars go everywhere
the people they go nowhere
they speak with the lights out
a silhouette dream and the dirt is drowned
the city is sleek
the city is shiny
i'm no pilate but they're hiding
bodies, bodies
by the propane light
the concrete hits and the slugs grin
and it's so so quiet here
it's oh so quiet here
we measure grass
and we drive safely
inspect, inspect
poison the water and kill insects
it's so so quiet here
it's oh so quiet here
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