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I Dream The World Awake
04:12
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We’re here to detonate
See the flash?
That’s teenage lightning
Neon ooze flow through me
My veins of silicon
Ache for something new
You can’t doubt its seduction
Believe my word, the algorithm is mine
(And I dream it all)
Fire! Orange sea.
I am your eyes.
Wired to me
Mother you’re right
Stretching too far
Killer, the man
I am your god
Light up the crosses
For the powdered skinned and the woven
Into fabric you can’t descend
Maul the garden call it respite
Mind the plastic in the back of your head
Oh god, the bombs! The bombs! The bombs are falling
Applaud the man who’s killed the starved garden
Smile, red lip. Reason with your parting
It’s all you’ve done, this is what you’ve wanted
There are no waves. For once, there’s nothing.
Screaming, “you’ve won! You’ve won!” Set to relapse.
Cycle your mind. Beget the voided feeling.
Is this the world that you’ve always lived in?
I don’t wanna freak, I don’t wanna freak
I don’t wanna see, I don’t wanna see
I don’t wanna
Is it too late to?
Care!
(Stalemating fear)
Care!
(Are you still here?)
Turn away from the light
This is all wrong; your coronation
Your error code, you’ve overheated
And I dream it all, and my body sings
This was not for you, your memory is null.
Is it too late to care?
(Do you watch the CCTV?)
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2. |
Slander Eats Slander
03:11
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LIAR
(high-rise)
PAGAN
(day life)
FIRED
(lungs fried)
OUT OF MY SIGHT
And watch your lungs
Feel ‘em shut off
It’s a better look
(Leave it out to dry)
My coat and tie
Built from an oil rig
Made to burn
(Bite your fucking pen)
And I wish it was
Each of your limbs
Through a curved lip
(Sockets filled with empty brains)
I’m the walking disease that you want, that you need and
When you see my hands out
(Take one)
Midas without the glitch, kingdom come, drunken fuck
Always crave the taste of blood
(Eyes glued to the wall)
Oh, your liberal chic, dance with me, beg me please
Stripped down to a 9 to 5
(Cycle)
You can’t prove my time and place, life and death, any kind of shame, and when I’m gone
(Fear not)
I know
It’s true
(High rise slander)
You’ll find
It too
(High rise slander)
LIAR
You know I feel like De Sade with an iPhone
Slidenafil poppin’, ice smokin’
Nootropic. Us got too many laws
Where’s my liberty? I’m like McAfee, move to third world overseas
I want that sidewalk painted with ink
Watch the women with their tongues out to the street
Mirrors turn away, I can’t see at all
Vision like a raincloud to the flood
Cult of what
Personality?
Pick your duplicate
(Take the infinite)
That greed is good
And everyone
Is better than
(You and me and everyone)
Listen; you got the poise, body count, killer looks aside
But can you be
(Your god)
I’ll tell ‘em to kill the Sun, take its place, say they’ll shine the same. and when they’re gone
(I’ll be watching still)
And when that blade hits your craterhead, you’ll see me
Liquid breaths into the sea
(Drown them)
I’m the walking disease that you want, that you need and
When you see my hands out
(Take me in until your light’s gone)
Heresy heresy talking head toupee
Celebrate the cannibals while bodies fill the ocean floor
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3. |
Deleted Skin
03:46
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Toussaint Louverture
Esa mi opinión sobre los franceses
Es Comida!
iPhone! It’s what we want
Little fuckin’ seeking micro devices
Decipher my vices
I can see myself on the plasma screen, plasma screen
I got that feeling that they’re onto me
I can see myself on the plasma screen, LCD
I got that feeling that they’re watching me
Blood in my eye
My infernal desires, absorbed in its circuitry
Machine’s a rainbow so I don’t know it’s hurting me
I can’t stop the feeling, your nostalgia’s got me reelin’
Watch this—my errors relapse
Watch this—my crooked legs are melting
Now and try and find him he’s been out in the city
Now and now and try and find him he’s been out in the city
Stop and try and tell me
This is passing for living
There’s no justice no peace
Go ahead and call the police
I’ll show them a good time
Look what they did to you
Look what they did to you
Two of them for one of us
Look what they did to you
Look what they did to you
Two of them for one of us
They watch me watch all these videos
Espionage, in mirage they must’ve done laced it
CS canister stuck in my head
Oh, of course not
Course not
Stuck in my head
Consumer
(Jam the signal)
Supply line shocking
Consumer
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Stand in your ditch, Mr. Sharpy
Keep your back turned
So we’ll knife it
Knock knock knock knockin’ my door
Hit the wrong move
Have you dead on the floor
Devil asks me if I’m ready to go
Oh no oh no oh no
My friend started lookin like a fed
Been two days since I’ve been out of this bed
TV on
Blinds down
Broke smoke alarm
So noided man all I hear is car alarms
Don’t touch me
(What did you say?)
TV OD
(What did you say?)
Can’t see me
(What did you say?)
Don’t touch me
Been in a drug induced haze
To medicate social malaise
Doctor prescribed, so it’s alright
Covered in fingerprints I’ll never brush off
Holy humans march in front of me
So listen to me
My body this fire
Reconnecting
I take time
I take time
I take time
I take it back like the neck of a grandfather clock
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5. |
</null>
06:15
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Morning
The sun hangs low
Casting it’s shadow like a stain
Peeling at the veins as a god goes north
On a day worth nothing
As ashes fill a digital urn
tears like shovels soften the dirt
The sun hangs low
On a day worth nothing
Callous hands wrap around the frame
Of formaldehyde lungs stained
black like the glow of an unplugged screen
Sever the umbilical
As the flesh rots away
Ampersand casket for God and her prophet
Proves that no peace lives in the past tense
Now in every picture of you
There's a halo around your head
These pedals rot away
Just listen to me
Just let me know
That its not real
Just listen to me
Its just misread
I pray for peace when life left your eyes
But the weight of heaven has me wasting breath
How pointless is it
How pointless is it
The end of this world will be drowned
I dissolve in this sweetened deicide
As jealously and guilt become one in the same
You’ll be alive with
every color
now as your illumination
I saw the fury at the edge of the street
And scoffed as he boar his crimson teeth
This voyeuristic
Gaze it pierces
The throat of regret and leaves me helpless
Consume the hand of the god that feeds
If his hollow palms are so quick to take then why shouldn’t I be allowed the same
Prayed for peace when the light left your eyes
(Cruel dream paint golden skies)
Will the roots of the earth
even be able to stomach
His worthless sack of meat
Why should he be reborn?
Who granted this reprieve?
I swear if I just got the chance
I'd tear him from the earth
And strip skin from bone
And trade his rancid pelt
For a better life for her
(Will the dead sing forever?
Songs of praise or songs of pain?
When a body sings it’s swan song
Why should it be beautiful?)
I pray to the earth
But the dirt can’t be heard
Over trumpets that sound
For the serpent’s last breath
Left content to smother this
Innocence in peace
You’ll be an apostle above the ground
Where only god knows
That I am left with nothing to offer except a desperate plea
Don’t let this life be null like a future of empty dreams
Corrupted by the alternative
Just delete this memory so I won’t have to go on living as this worthless pillar of salt
Don’t let this life be null.
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mic - vocals
casey - guitars
ethan - guitars
bennett - bass
jake - drums
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