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equation of state
03:57
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back there in the corner
i hear a conversation
do you care to share it
with the last of the last of the last
gentleman of the jury
react with righteous fury
got their muscles glistening
it’s private stop listening
equation of state
whats yr relation to greatness?
what’s with these nihilist and neolists
and self-declared realist idealists
find who can confess the best
cut some off and test the rest
find it hard to relate
hard to find the relation
deflation to depletion
creation’s not completion
pressure volume temperature
adjust the picture set to blur
tempered pressure, volumes too
can’t tell what yr called to do
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2. |
survivor's guilt
03:47
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mathematics of the city
automatic pity
pretty dreams of discord n discontent
oblivious and cruel
lascivious and cool
i’m here to distort and disconnect
observe without action
serve without attraction
said you’d leave me? i never heard
almost lost my balance
treat it like a challenge
heave me ever heavenward
call it survivor’s guilt
call it survivor's guilt
doesn’t matter all the people that you’ve killed
if you’ve got survivor’s guilt
it’s so hard to be conformist
when there’s no performance
whistlin dixie past the heart of decay
teach em to ignore us
we’re fuckin in the forest
poke us with a stick ask if we’re ok
you can always bore me
pick a category
tell me how the planets are aligned
skip the presentation
a witch’s invitation
maybe you can read what’s on my mind
life is the gap between
bad intentions and good outcomes
i don’t know what you mean
it’s like a bad dream
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3. |
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lost the debate
the skull and the scholar
the fool who can holler
a doll for a dollar
and i’m just happy i can still get lost
what did we hate
the sphinx and the riddle
got stuck in the middle
got lucky a little
and i’m just happy i can still get crossed
cause it’s someone else’s fantasy
one dream can be good as the next
no one can stand to see
one dream can be good as the next
why do we work
the bill or the ballast
the swill for the chalice
it’s chill for a palace
and i’m just happy the game can start
never been hurt
the course for the cattle
the deathbed the rattle
the polemic and the prattle
and i’m just happy to play my part
missed the approach
don’t look anywhere don't look
i do like i’m coached
don’t say anything don’t say
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4. |
walking innuendo
03:46
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never gave the game away
never knew the right way to play
never felt my body in danger
through the hands of a stranger
through the hands
through the hands
never thought i knew the score
never finished then asked for more
never had the need to recover
through the eyes of another
through the eyes
through the eyes
well i'm dancing in the sunshine
freaking out at night
i’m a walking innuendo
altogether alright
never felt my senses fail
never felt my skin get pale
never felt my worth increase
through the eyes of a beast
through the eyes
through the eyes
never wanna talk about my soul
never wanna come in from the cold
never laughed as my spirit fell fast
through the hands filled with glass
through the hands
through the hands
collapse collide
make contact don’t connect
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5. |
confused and amused
03:49
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a wintercoat in spring
you thought of everything
i don’t know of a single thing you left out
the desert surely left a stain
but now i am myself again
i don’t know of a single way to get out
i’ve dulled all my senses now
thinkin bout expenses now
i don’t know of a single thing to cut out
it could be a semantic void
the romance of being self employed
i don’t know of a single thing to shut out
confused and overvalued
amused and underused
which would you choose?
camarandered past the post
i curse the man you love the most
i doesn’t know of a single thing to leave out
exit ramp to another place
stay here to be erased
i don’t know of a single thing to keep out
could you leave me out of it?
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cycles circle slide and rise
do you like my french maid disguise
i hope i win some kind of prize
let them piece together what to do
naked in the hall again
talking to the wall again
deciphering yr scrawl again
let them piece together all the clues
if it’s hard then make it harder
master the art of being a martyr
let the taken take you in
a broken heart will break you in
seems there’s nobody else
now yr prayin to yrself
well that’s the story that you’d like to tell
let them wonder if they’re under attack
mumble bout yr birth again
exaggerate yr worth again
prepare to leave the earth again
let them wonder if yr ever comin back
dreams and visions
schemes and missions
sorry but you’ll have to move the coffin
i thought i had more time to play
i thought my flight was tomorrow
but it’s actually today
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7. |
the definition
04:06
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handeye coordination
a sloppy coronation
always so impatient
you can glide
lookin for a glide
fell in love with criminals
subliminal libidinal
the less we pay
the more it costs
when yr on the ride
you enjoy the ride
we want the definition
hey hey
who’s got the definition
hey hey hey
addiction to attraction
subtraction from subtraction
restrict to this reaction
bored to be to bored to be bored
the clouds had formed
but we were warned
it’s all part of the experience
tried to transcend
but we might bend
yr so gorgeous lord oh lord
how majestic lord
oh yr so gorgeous lord
count the odds and curse the gods
looks like we might have missed the mark
believe it
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8. |
disaster party
03:12
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cover the signs
saw them as a lifeline, baby
last a lifetime, baby, c’mon
clap yr hands to the beat
the beaten and broken
even if yr jokin, baby
what you smokin, baby, c’mon
it’s okay to make a mistake
the search party was a disaster
c'mon n dance at my disaster party
cover yr eyes
i tremble at yr touch now, baby
miss you so much now, baby, c’mon
clap yr hands to the beat
the beaten and the busted
who have you trusted, baby
go and adjust it, baby, c’mon
i’ll go along if you tell it wrong
okokok now clap,
ok duck yr head and cover
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9. |
hissing wiccan
03:13
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the grace of losing yr face in the crowd
the bridal veil and the funeral shroud
there is nothing to fix yeah
there is nothing to fix
the cleanse of climbing yr way from the fight
the fun of finding yr way to the light
there is nothing to fix yeah
there is nothing to fix
an ordinary man
a walker in the woods
who are you when i’m not there
who am i when yr not here?
we don’t have a plan
we don’t know if we could
who are you when i’m not there
who am i when yr not here?
the thrill of being in thrall to the sound
the passive action that can keep you around
there is nothing to fix yeah
there is nothing to fix
the feel of knowing what you’ve never been told
the fear of feeling what you cannot hold
there is nothing to fix yeah
there is nothing to fix
we’ll stop at nothing to make examples of ourselves
who are you
who am i
well its much too late to ask
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10. |
wildchild
04:19
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i’ve wrestled with authority
it always felt like keeping score to me
so now i only wrestle with myself
cut the lock and let you in
now we can begin again
to sing along to songs known to no one else
look straight at the wildest things
to keep from being wild
cast aside these childish things
and see things like a child
you started something that you just couldn’t finish
no one cares what you say and do
they just wonder what they’re paying you
choose to play sides or hide from all yr friends
stayed up nights fighting bout what’s cool
better to bend or break the rules
i can say authority is boring me again
i don’t wanna be an open highway
i don’t wanna be a distant shore
i don’t wanna know which way’s my way
i don’t wanna know there could be more
look straight at yrself
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