1. |
Words Are Not Obscene
02:44
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Words are not obscene
They carry weight and only for the listener
Remember the wisdom in knowing nothing can mend.
It happens to you every night.
Words are not obscene
They carry consequence but only for the author
Remember the wisdom in knowing nothing can mend.
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2. |
Cosmopolitan
03:49
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I'll take the angle and bash it sideways
I'll take the square and make it straight
Both sides of equal must remain the same
Your misalignment is what I hate
I'll take the stars and redistribute
I'll take the fire out from above
Variables and errors of the past
will be aligned only by my love
Can't figure it out, if nothing is given
Can't figure it out, if all is a lie
There's no book with all of the answers
you just have to wait until you flip to the back when we die
(I'll take your fire)
I'll take your fire because you clearly won't miss it
(I'll take your fire)
I'll take your fire because you clearly can't shine
(I'll take your fire)
I'll take your fire because I'm clearly better at burning with desire
Failed return on my investments
My only love is unsold shares
The market's crashed and my heart's for rent now
Emotion coiled around an empty stare
Bring out your dead and make them wear neckties
Who made you think that you're above all the lies
I'm the truth, the red tape is you
Who made you think that you're something of value
I'll take the sunset and your fire
I'll take the beauty of your fear
I'll take the desire for which you burn
It's much more expensive when it's your turn
Can't figure it out, if nothing is given
Can't figure it out, if all is a lie
There's no book with all of the answers
you just have to wait until you flip to the back when we die
Can't figure it out, assuming you're living
Can't figure it out, until we all die
Take it to some other person
'cause I can't solve the riddle of your lies.
(I'll take your fire)
I'll take your fire because you clearly won't miss it
(I'll take your fire)
I'll take your fire because you clearly can't shine
(I'll take your fire)
I'll take your fire because I'm clearly better at burning with desire
contains sample from "Funky Drummer" by Clyde Stubblefield and James Brown
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3. |
Kill the Precedent
03:33
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Take these torches, your Tiki torches
Let irony burn your whorehouse down.
Eye of a needle can see your ego and
Your ganglia's hanging by your Khakied crown.
The votes are in to win back all the
Promise keepers and freedom seekers
Are selling the ointment to salve all those wounds.
Standing too close to the warmth of the cross
You won't iron out your flaming hood,
Your weekend shirt, domestic noose so the
Double breasted doubled down, double
dipping in your tricking gets you double crossed.
Fired, epic, big league, catastrophic lost getting
bigger and bigger and bigger mouth breather.
Who digs the grave of the last grave digger?
Presidents with precedence of the
Cost of doing business principled interest
Horrifying consequence of tacit privilege,
Spilling out from every pore,
Filling up the swamp you've been looking for because you're
Thrust into it kicking and screaming
With no hope of seeing the light at the end.
External perception and blatant misguidance
For eternal rewards in your lives we must bend.
Remember the wisdom in knowing nothing can
mend a team of individuals.
The struggle of power of those in distress hearing
Whistle blows now you're the deplorable.
The furnace burns your Krueger effect
Good luck with drowning in the shallow end.
If "peace, brother" sounds like a threat
Then your bias must be put to death
so...
Let's go kill the precedent
Let's go kill the precedent
Let's go kill the precedent
Considering all of your decadence,
Streaming and riding on pestilence,
Let's go kill the precedent
Let's go kill the precedent
Let's go kill the precedent
The lemmings on piles of evidence,
Let's go kill the precedent.
Embrace it all, even that we can’t swallow,
Embrace it all, even that which we hate,
Embrace how it is to flow into everything
before it’s too late and forget all you know and
what you think that you know but it’s all about all to
Embrace it all, even that we can’t swallow,
Embrace it all, even that which we hate,
Embrace how it is to flow into everything
before it’s too late and forget all you know and
what you think that you know but it’s all about all and
All and all and how all this will end
All and all and how all this will end
Let's go kill the precedent.
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4. |
Gallop Pole
04:56
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From milk and honey to black clouds of exhaust in the sky
If everywhere you turn you see the damned and see the burned then consider why:
It just might be you alone.
And if you let the businessmen into your temple
Then by all means you should be charged for all the things that could travel
through the eye of a needle.
The cries in your pillow are muffled by tears
Streamlined and broken and cutting
Your crisis of nothing that fall on deaf ears
Falling and bleeding and cutting
It just might be you alone.
Told me that I am going to hell
She didn't know I was already there
Are you a sunset or a fire?
Are you of beauty or of fear?
Are you burning with desire
or extinguished from shedding your tears?
It's the lies from behind the eyes of a child desperate to be seen
one more last time. One more last love song for one last person that was one of the same.
You fell for a cheap game.
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5. |
Hell Is Heaven Sent
05:00
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Every time you dream you take a piece of the world with you.
Falling in between the breaks of eternity until the world dreams of you too.
And when you die to all that you see will you
Love your faith to hate all of your neighbors and makers
and me.
Get thee behind me, ye dreamer of dreams
Get thee behind me, you stealer of sleep
Get thee behind me, ye dreamer of dreams
Get thee behind me, conductor of the worst sides of me
Beautiful bloodstain diluted by tears for years
Can you find your way through the dark while the spark burns down the world?
That cross that you bear cannot cauterize your fears because
you're all thieves.
Get thee behind me, ye dreamer of dreams
Get thee behind me, you stealer of sleep
Get thee behind
There is no beginning
There is no end
Sooner you realize
Sooner you'll lament
Just before and after
The moment of little deaths
It's your match that lights the fire
It's your fear and arrogance
And hell is heaven sent.
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6. |
Dead Don't Choke
03:01
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Making deals with the devil so the dead don't choke
In exchange from the chains and the taste of smoke
But it's arid as the desert after 40 days
And the nights are sleepless and filled with pain until I catch my breath and he spoke:
"You never quite live until you die several times a night
No amount of medication can sop up the fear of a fight."
Sweating your achievements out of every pore
While the devil is collecting and knocking at the door
You're cashing in all reserves and still coming up light
I got the grunge, the crud, and the sticky inflamed
The red, raw, fuck you that drives you insane.
As I'm scratching at my skin all the way to the sin
The gargoyles keep all my demons (in) at bay because hope is a dangerous thing.
Never saw it coming in my foggiest torrent of rage
While I sat there deciding which is best of what side I should take
Is it the pattern or the rhythm that defines what it is?
Is it in knowing the regret of opportunity missed?
Praying in vain for relief from all the mistakes
Making deals with the devil so the dead don't choke
In exchange from the chains and the taste of smoke
Everyone's forgiven when you're indifferent now
Taking for granted all the talent and the chances somehow
I catch my breath and then he spoke
I catch my breath and then he spoke
I catch my breath and then he spoke
I catch my breath and then he spoke
"This ain't my death."
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7. |
Fuckall
02:13
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I am the fuck all dripping from the Devil's mouth
A fistful of rust and an eyeball of hate
Giving good old stank eye from across the room
Gonna whip your shit together and participate
Keep lining your pockets with the gold of the gods
as you sign at the line in blood
Keep sinking to the bottom of the swamp of your sins
and I'll see there to take you home
I am the reject (the tide is turning)
from the harbinger's soul
I am the wings (you're coming home with me)
of regret that'll take you home with me
I am the rage brewing in God's revenge
A part of your package and propensity
to look through the other way of piety
you got a billion dollar hole where the bullets should be
Keep lining your pockets with the gold of the gods
as you sign at the line in blood
Keep sinking to the bottom of the swamp of your sins
and I'll see there to take you home
Keep lining your bedroom with the daughters of Ba'al and
try to sell it off as love
Keep sinking to the bottom of the swamp of your sins
and I'll see you there to take you home
I am the reject (the tide is turning)
from the harbinger's soul (you can smell it in the wind)
I am the wings (you're coming home with me)
of regret that'll take you home
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Every time you drop the bomb the president gets his wings
Every time the godhead dies the people stand up and sing
Sound the alarm for the people are taking it back
Sleeper teachers unload networking packs
Gasping, drowning, clinging to their piece of bread
Streamlined and broken the stones have been turned into lead
Every time you drop the bomb the president gets his wings
Every time the godhead dies the people stand up and sing
Lie in wait, I got my wings today
Breaking down wrapped up in passing the node
Transparent mid-level managing lode
One, two chatter forever with napalm and gas
Lie in wait archaic mechanism won't last
Sound the alarm for the people are taking it back
Sleeper teachers unload networking packs
Gasping and drowning and clinging to their piece of bread
Streamlined and broken the stones have been turned into lead
Every time you drop the bomb the president gets his wings
Every time the godhead dies the people stand up and sing
Every time you drop the bomb the president gets his wings
Every time the godhead dies the people stand up and sing
Lie in wait
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9. |
Licking Boots
05:53
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Born in the coldest day in the middle of winter,
Better to be better than the worst of the winners.
The being don't know the difference between
burning money, burning bodies, burning buildings and concrete.
It's an enigma that the power of Christ compels you
To hate the very thing that compels you to tell you
To see the truth of everything in spite of its validity.
The light of the path is already here and yet you just refuse to see.
I saw you turn your secrets into tricks
While your intellect sucked the dictionaries
of arrogance. When in motion
your potential observes closely for any misstep
to criticize which would be useful if it weren't circumstantial
evidence of such low self-esteem.
Correlation is not causation but whatever helps you sleep
at night and alone with your final solutions wrapped up conspiracy.
You upped the ante that's been building for years
Shit grinning bluffs along with the fear
The lies full of grace with an empty head
Sitting there, clicking, licking boots of the dead.
You upped the ante that's been building for years
Shit grinning bluffs along with the fear
The lies full of grace with an empty head
Sitting there, clicking, licking boots of the dead.
It's possible that you don't even know.
It's possible that you don't even want to know.
Not smart enough to know to know to know to know to know,
but stupid enough to care for yourself to be thinking on your own.
The soul knows the difference between
the smell of guilt and death and shit on your teeth
facade of intellectualism, plastic wrapped and priced to move,
monetized, gamified, and barely treading the truth.
Why rush to be nostalgic for a time that's never been and never will
except in a couple of grand-fuhrer's movie reels. Open up and keep your eye peeled close,
like Lazik surgery to see the joke paid
that your mothers and fathers and masters and keepers to flush shit like you to the sea.
Now, they say to take the high road and to be above the best.
I'm no better than the rest, some just choose to be the ugliness
to extrapolate and insinuate, to justify, align, and spew.
I'm not a genius by any means, I'm just smarter than you.
Fucked by a system hellbent with deceit
and I benefit from every single thing
because I've known this and I feel it and I see it. Change is messy,
Killed, beat, forgotten because they don't look like me.
Kicking and screaming and you'll die in the fire
White hot surrounded by a system of hate
and your ignorance and arrogance, cognitive dissonance.
We can be free but you insist on nothing but great.
You upped the ante that's been building for years
Shit grinning bluffs along with the fear
The lies full of grace with an empty head
Sitting there, clicking, licking boots of the dead.
You upped the ante that's been building for years
Shit grinning bluffs along with the fear
The lies full of grace with an empty head
Sitting there, clicking, licking boots of the dead.
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10. |
Psychopath Smiles
03:38
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Used to be a god but I saw what reflects
In the mirror an image we made for the mess
Ourselves to fool us to remember what's next
There's nothing else and quote "you get what you get".
And you only get once heaped with pain and regret
And you only get once to be the version that's best.
And when your only once gets laid to rest
Everybody forgets that you up and left.
This is what happens when the world descends into madness.
Lot of talk about being on the right side of history,
how about then just being on the right side.
Only psychopaths smile without showing their teeth.
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11. |
Smell the Dirt
05:42
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Place a premium on cottonwood and play where the asphalt bleeds your
name in the heat where Jesus don't live no more.
The dead is troublesome with lying tongue, a disconnect showing us what really was done.
Such low hanging fruit it's amazing I can still smell the dirt.
Life is lost and the streets are in stereo tonight
Blood red floor and we'll cauterize the wound again tonight.
The eyes never lie and the hands never die,
Denounce and deny or we'll burn it down and keep warm by the light.
One last hurrah, an explosion of lies their blaze of glory is of no
surprise an impression for some future dead to sing.
But we're singing a song on the same side of peace,
at the same side of time from the same place of hurt,
So let's sing louder together before they're nothing but smelling the dirt.
Life is lost and the streets are in stereo tonight
Blood red floor and we'll cauterize the wound again tonight.
Eyes never lie and the hands never die,
Denounce and deny or we'll burn it down and keep warm by the light.
A life is lost and the streets are in stereo tonight
Blood red floor and we'll cauterize the wound again tonight
The eyes never lie and the hands never die,
Denounce and deny or we'll burn it down and keep warm by the light
Hope is won and the streets are in stereo tonight
Blood red sky and we'll celebrate with sadness and joy in our eyes
There is no forgive, there is no forget
There is only judgement for what you have done
And all god's people in unison said amen.
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12. |
Enough
06:01
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To liberate and invoke away the solipsism: lie still,
There isn't anything to be scared of
because there isn't anything at all.
You may have dreams but they're only in your head, so lie still.
and just breathe.
I have love. That has to be enough.
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