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An Irregular Regular
03:36
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There was a man in the mirror today
How I wish he'd go away
Alone, pale, shaking, and afraid
How do I know his name?
There was a man that appeared today
Staring back from a familiar face
Up for sale and changing shape
How do I know his name?
We both look the same
In ways I can't explain
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2. |
Condition(s)
01:39
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I'm starting to believe that there's nobody out there
I'm starting to believe that nobody cares
I'm starting to believe that there's nobody listening
I'm starting to believe that there's nobody there
I'm starving in here could somebody feed me?
Or maybe a change of clothes?
Turn on a light and provide some shelter
And I will call it a home
My stomache feasts in it's own species
So I must find a host
I'm covered in fleas could somebody clean me?
Just scrub me to the bone
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3. |
Pissing Contest
02:55
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Hide your face tonight maybe they'll like you more
Change your name tonight maybe they'll say it out loud
Drown the pain inside maybe you'll swim to the throne
Leave the past behind maybe it won't follow you home
Home
Shed your skin tonight maybe it'll make you brave
Take your time tonight maybe it'll be your chance
Set the world on fire maybe it'll light up your eyes
Cast these chains aside maybe they won't hold you down
Down
A cancer
A dancer
Breathing behind it's mask
A question
Unanswered
No one will ask
A laughter
A massacre
Shuffle down the path
A weapon
Abandoned
No one still stands
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4. |
Local Hero
03:54
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This story begins with our native son
A brave young man with a native tongue
On a quest to succeed and a thirst for more
With a love to share and wings that soar
You don't know his face but you know his name
He knows his place but not why he came
He was locally born with the locals support
He was locally grown but he's not locally owned
This story will end in it's obvious place
When the world is safe and it's his to claim
A climax too near and no one's prepared
Nothing is sacred and no one is spared
You don't know his face but you know his name
He knows his place but not why he came
He was locally born with the locals support
He was locally grown but he's not locally owned
There our hero goes
Off on his way
There our hero goes
Off to save the day
There our hero goes
He's never been afraid
All our hero knows
Is this world needs to be saved
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5. |
Antisocial Commentary
01:26
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We are all just numbers and we are blindly lead to the slaughter
We choose a God and we are killed in the name of our father
We burn our path on the search for the purest water
We are told to look above for the answers, but why the fuck should I even bother?
I read the news and the comedies I see produce a smile
I rarely speak but it's known to happen every once in awhile
All the mutants I see they miss a meal and walk their mile
And if God created man than the Devil counts our fucking time
Are we not social beings?
I am not
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6. |
Scatter
02:33
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And all great things, they start with open arms
And all free men, they depart with lonely hearts
And all we believe is what we choose to defend
And all we ever were is who we are in the end
And all that's wrong
And all that's lost
Gathers and scatters
Like dust
And all I've grown
And all I've shown
My resting place
My broken home
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7. |
Ornaments
04:01
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Another lonely holiday
With less money to spend
Another dollar saved
With more guilt to defend
Another story to report
With less spirit to spread
Another horror to ignore
With more chances to forget
Another broken memory
With less pain to hide
Another tragic remedy
With more stains to dry
Another year comes to pass
With less reasons to smile
Another face on the glass
With more dreams to arrive
Wish, Wish, Wish, Wished
Fill, Fill, Fill, Filled
Kiss, Kiss, Kiss, Kissed
Kill, Kill, Kill, Killed
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