1. |
What They Pay To See
02:53
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There’s your one
Laughstock to the feral money
Dream of ways to be tethered to the inside out
Brother’s alright, give it ten
Still staring in a backroom clutching at his sides to the dead television
It’s what they pay to see
Incensed
My word
Now put it down
Local head read scheme used a tambourine to kill the offender
Brother’s alright, gimme ten
Not staring at a backroads clutching at his sides from a different aim
This feeling, so steeled, backstabbed, feels like
It’s what they pay to see
So shut up
Any despisers
My life staring at a distance
In the name of it adorned skin of confidence and got it made
Brother’s alright, give him ten
Not staring at a backroom, staring at a vision
Excision on the docketing
This ballast is a bit strange but may do
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2. |
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Lesson: ACTIVE
Aggravate
We attack transmission
We ameliorate
We exist outside the new aggregate
New haircut new album rollout
Regardless of what it says
Always turn it on its head
No matter what the comfort says
Always turn it on its head
It’s dangerous new way of approaching existence
But he likes it with no assistance, religion, or interests
So regardless of what it says
Always turn it on its head
No matter what the corporate says
Always turn it on its head
New ego
New ego
What kills ego
Everybody be prepared
Be very prepared
Regardless of what it says
Always turn it on its head
No matter what the christian says
Always turn it on its head
Regardless of what it says
Always turn it on its head
No matter what the “.......”
Always turn it on its head
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3. |
Cut Twice
03:51
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First they sent him a package and Administration song
This might mute your h. campus, but we’d never steer you wrong
Package covered in plastic, so how does memory respond
Don’t measure once, just cut twice
But make sure you got it right
Over, under, straight through
And if you can’t do it we’ll find someone to do it for ya
Once they tried it with stressing and a douse of alcohol
It’s called amygdalar stretching, but it never quite took in the long run
So they sent him a package and Administration song
Don’t measure once, just cut twice
But make sure you got it right
Over, under, straight through
And if you can’t do it we’ll find someone to do it for ya
Don’t measure once, just cut twice
But make sure you got it right
Just make sure you got it right
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4. |
I Feel Electric
03:12
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I feel electric shocks in my brain storm in the temples I feel electric I feel electric
I feel electric
It’s coming in waves
It’s actual like cement
I feel suscepted
I feel electric
You get the twitching
You hear their bitching
You get to thinking if they ever heard the chants
I feel electric zaps in my brain storm in the temples I feel electric I feel electric I feel electric
Selective
Selective
Selective
Uptake! Uptake!
I feel electric
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5. |
The Question
01:17
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There seems some restrain
In take-in-my-words
In a tone-down big kick
In peeling back another verb
And it feels so fucking strange
A keep-me-off keep-me-off
In writing around the same words
It hurts in an assert of self-poisoning
And I feel like spinning
And I feel this sweat
And it keeps me scared quite too well
A big city big kick tell well alright alright alright alright
Let’s get this fucking straight
Mechanical voice asks me
What’s the difference between an artist and an advertiser
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6. |
Anthropocene Blues
03:37
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Oh what shame, see you must’ve just missed him
This mannequin with circulatory system
Plastic organs somewhat like the original
With claims that he’s coming here to replace the inimitable
I should say that he appears to look just like me
Perhaps the reason why I feel so siliconely
Concerning vocals pour out from its mouth
While prior iterations kept sleeping safe underground
With manner convincing feel pressured despair
Its inefficient gait ostensibly in disrepair
Bought and sold and adjusted until everybody's got one
And they have the audacity to call me a simulacrum
My computer says...
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7. |
Locks Fasten
03:34
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My vocation
This is the way it has always been
My life in cycles
Pleasant day but evening haunts
With my companion I fasten locks
And once the laughter has subsided
I’ll know it is safe to come out
And once the laughter has subsided
I’ll know it is safe to come out
A sharing of trivialities
Are they deceivers?
Are they oblivious?
Do they struggle the same?
Evening returns this nightly ritual
With my companion I fasten locks
And once the laughter has subsided
I’ll know it is safe to come out
Though brittle newly this I can fix
Companion warns
I just need a little more time
Another break
Laughter echo
Companion warns
I just need a little more time
This piece goes here
This I can fix
I just need a little more time
I just need a little more time
Laughter echo
This I can fix
I just need a little more time
They’re here
It loops it loops it loops it loops
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8. |
Working Evil
02:18
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Put me down
Put me under
Put me down
Put me under
We don’t need we don’t need another intellectual
Put me down
Put me under
Collect oneself in dingy basement
Suffocat dust
Tumor temporal
Constructing miniatures
Scales
In comparison
Pales
To what you already know
Fails
To alleviate the pressure in your brain
Truth speak would render any person insane
Luckily for you you’re of them new special stock
Put me down
Put me under
Put me down
Put me under
We don’t need we don’t need another intellect
Put me down
Put me under
In true spirit of new age
Gain fame forgetting all but name
The creatures hail their messiah
Their famine
Their celeb
One shudders
Filed under
Of having been a heretic, soothesayer, a slayer of innocents, an idolator, an apostate, one who is working evil through deviation of the faith
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9. |
Phthalate Mates
03:14
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Phthalate mates are in bed by eight
Mr. can’t help the repopulate
Shorten the gap tween youth and age
And certain distance in development stage
In walks brink and it’s moving fast
Go for a walk, go home, collapse
Made tightrope from plastic bags
None could’ve seen such a righteous snap
Phthalate mates can’t keep it together
Coffee on the balcony in nuclear weather
Dull of the senses, slow decline
Good stimulants are hard to fine
Good stimulants are hard to find!
Real cool swelling of the toxic mess
Folks got the uniform new depress
Apologies not looking like the pictures
Looking out the window at disformed figures
Phthalate mates got this funny thing
Prescribed something fucking with the endocrine
Balanced sources of plastic mass keeps one healthy and moving fast
In walks brink and it’s moving fast
Go for a walk, go home, collapse
Go for a walk, go home, collapse
None could’ve seen such a righteous snap
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10. |
The Delivery
06:23
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Man of interest covertly moves across state lines
Objective: DELIVERY
Radio news relays information on rising deaths in hospital, primarily of ailed, poor, minorities, and dissidents during treatment of urban edemic disease
Such heat found south both in degree and enforcement
Delivery: substance PBMidazolam
Puncture yields unwanted halt
Time ticks as assistant struggles with replacement
Time for man to contemplate delivery, as he had never heard of substance once used for lethal injection before it was outlawed
“I heard you can’t kill yourself in Chicago
They stop you before you try”
According to contractor now used for cutting smack to increase profits
Contractor does not seem bright enough to conceive such business endeavors
Roadside wait approaching unbearable
Encroacher doppler
Pitch rising
Assistant incompetent far from completing task
Must stay cool despite heat
Encroacher arrives
Silver tongue had served interest man well
Pseudo-friendly doppler ends
Interest man plays cool as arrived party pressures for search
Large swallow then man acquiesces
Encroacher sifts through cargo mundane
Man makes way to arrived vehicle with nonverbal directive aimed toward assistant
Assistant complies, invites blow from tire iron to encroacher skull as if for dinner
Body crumples, is dragged away by assistant
Man of interest searches encroacher vehicle with haste as assistant returns
Such close calls provide unparalleled excitement
With great clap of sound, assistant incompetent loses notable portion of his own skull
Crimson encroacher unsteadily refocuses firearm
Interest man’s excitement gives way to unparalleled tiredness
Encroacher superior enters room cartloaded
In wait reviews report of uptick in drug smuggling
Cases appear in select areas
Spotless white coat enters, strong handshake ensues
“You would be aware of sensations of drowning, asphyxia, and terror”
And hospital deaths continue their rise
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11. |
Shrug Language
01:32
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Like the shittiest thought
A futureless rot
Ears pricked by insect
That which batters and stings
That hang like icicles
That hang like icicles
Says makeshift surgeon
I feel like burden
From something that I took
The glow just above the skin casts a hideous blind
This daedalus design
I feel as though I’m losing my mind
I’m losing I’m losing I’m losing I’m losing
I’m losing I’m losing it
A furious entangle that has wrapped the whole thing
Sheer by the timing of it
Which reverberates and swells for vertebrates and shells
From something that I took
Words teased out like chakra
Here they arrive en masse
Here they hang like icicles
Shrugs language and barricades like bears in caves
And so beat the great wings of repose
Seems to elicit a curious word
I’ve been looking forward to this all day, mind-loser
I’m losing I’m losing I’m losing I’m losing
I’m losing losing losing losing losing losing losing losing
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12. |
Radio Static
03:06
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Everything’s turning out my way
I’m feeling a way
Next on agenda is a lesson in mic control
I’m feeling away
I am unfettered masses
I am radio static
I’m feeling a way
I am the first of umpteen groups to perform location undisclosed
I’m feeling away
I am garbage processor not processing garbage
I am malnutrition incarnate
I am the discontent of generations
I am radio static intelligible
I am all that is seen and not heard
I am all that is seen and not heard
I’m feeling a way
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13. |
Clumsy Ascetic
08:34
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Did you bump your head, you clumsy ascetic?
Look to your left
I’m sliding in and out of time
Gospels and spells unsightly and reprimanding
Look to the west
They’re trying to nullify the light
It’s been a thrill unlikely demanding
Dream of a hill
I renounce after bathroom sink
Focused will on what they want
This cat’s a shill
Hey man, I’m trying for a true release
What do you want anyway?
Reactiontime slowed
Vignette increased
It stayed in bed for sixteen hours
What was one way has become another
A pot of coffee might do the trick
Claims of spiritual possession
Greenery lush dozes at wheel
The same record looped
White noise machine helps
It’s a new shock
Cool it with the loud noises
Oppressively stimulate shelves
The font is deafening
Speakers blare hyperaudio feelings canned as legumes
Smell of people succumbing to heat wave
An old disgust with new urgency
Symptoms and pains various
What do you want anyway?
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