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American Spendthrift
03:27
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I bit off more than I can chew
And yet I continuously try to swallow
Because everything I want, everything I need
Is mutually exclusive
I bit off more than I can chew
As its lodged in my throat constricted for the view
And I swallow before I chew, swallow before I chew
That’s mutually exclusive
Everything that I want is beyond my reach
I consume, I intake
Just to fill the void, just to fill the space
I hollowed out inside, exposed through all the lies
That’s mutually exclusive
Everything that I want, everything that I need
I swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow before I chew
Everything that I want is beyond my reach.
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Half-Assed Rembrandt
03:10
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Full credit for partial effort
These things I’ve made
Completion grades on a weighted scale
So everyone can say
“That’s great, I really mean it”
Now they turn away
Turn away, turn away, turn away, turn away
My various projects on display
An artist in me is what they’ll see
I create, create, create, create
For the very sake of my vanity
That tells me everyday
“That’s great, I really mean it”
Now they turn away
Turn away, turn away, turn away, turn away from me
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Charity Case
03:26
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Project, new charity case
New attitude now
To go with the wait
I got a new project
New charity case
New attitude now
To go with wait
Can’t see what I see
Because perception is skewed
You can mount a defense
But you’ll only lose
Rotate the cast
Before the season begins
And as I shuffle you out
I’ll bring someone in
Got a new project
New charity case
New attitude now
To go with the wait
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4. |
Dead Peasant Insurance
04:30
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Plots that have fallen by waysides in cases
I’m the one here who lets deficits linger
Suspended for days until I pass on to others
A failure to reign in what I can not tender
Bring yourself along in silent agreement
I’ll dictate the terms on how to achieve this
You’re a constant complaint I’ve been weary to carry
I always know best that’s been covered already
Constantly, consistently
You’re just a name I erased, just name I erased
You’re just a name, you’re just a claim
Dead peasant policy, I benefit from your demise
My dead peasant policy, a benefit I must disguise
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5. |
Long Knives
02:29
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I wanted out but I didn’t want the enemies
That I would acquire since I fled & left the scene
With a break clean & strong like my integrity
Without the scrapes nor the scratches nor the blemishings
One would see visible from the periphery
So I can hide what I meant from what I truly mean
Until the day bring out the blades & cut the strings
Cut the strings
Sharpen my knives to the sharpest of knives, knives
Then to bring the blades and let the strings fall where they may
Now I’m free I capable of anything
Blades in hand ready for their sharpening
Sharpen my knives to the sharpest of knives, knives
Then to bring the blades and let the strings fall where they may
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Misinformed
02:42
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Tempers flare tempers flare
For nothing in particular
I believe what I believe
And that’s all that seems to matter here
My ignorance is ignorant
Yet I revel in the rhetoric
Supplied by those who know how to misinform
Flames are fanned the flames are fanned
With embers stoked to validate
The misinformed don’t understand
They benefit from things they hate
My ignorance is ignorant
Yet I revel in the rhetoric
Believe only half, only half of what I say
I will let myself be manipulated again…….
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7. |
Trust Fund
02:17
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Done nothing to deserve this
All the work was done for you
The spoils you enjoy
Builds nothing in your character
You’re a captive to your leisure
Connoisseur of complacency
Done nothing to deserve this
All the work was done for you
Why earn what you can receive
Salary for birthright
Your future is your fortune
But you’ve done nothing
In your leisure, in your leisure, in your leisure, in your leisure
Scraps are yours to taste
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8. |
Meth Party
03:14
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It was never meant to be this way
I had hopes and things to say
Now I seem to spend my days
Ingesting things to ease my pains
Like amphetamines to dull these aches
Cause by years I lost in spades
I want to sleep but I won’t sleep
I want to sleep for days & days
These chemicals are now my friends
They comfort me when others can’t
Won’t lecture me about my state
Or lack of will to make me change
You can intervene all you like
But I won’t stop it’s mine to decide
I want to sleep but I won’t sleep
I want to sleep for days and days
I won’t sleep for days and days
Days and days and days
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9. |
Xmas Day Massacre
03:25
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I’ll meet you halfway but that’s only on my terms
Forge ahead without much concern
For the wake I made and the damage I’ve done
I’m oblivious to all around me and everything that’s said
Leave now but you’ll never be free
Does it seem like a debate or does it seem like conjecture
Does this need to be complicated just to keep your attention
Have I made myself clear or have I muddied the waters a bit
All is rhetorical for all that matters
Leave now but you’ll never be free
I set the terms and conditions
Leave but you’ll never be free
Leave but you’ll never be free of me
Leave, leave, leave, leave
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The R6 Implant Antarctica
Dave Winkeler - Bass
Scott Randal - Voice
Tazu Marshall - Guitar
Shawn O'Connor - Drums
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