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// THE OPTIMIST
03:17
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sell your hull
barter it for food and blankets
sleep in the mud
with bodies of those who didn't make it
sell your partner's trust to fund your love
budget your traumas in the sacred name of smut
are those gun shots, did you hear it too?
no honey,
i don't ever hear the sound of the goddamn truth
it'll all work itself out
it always does
what makes the grass grow?
blood, blood, and cum
blood and cum
blood and cum
blood and cum
blood and cum
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// TOWERS
06:06
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Towers will rise
Towers will fall
Thanks to computer AI
I could survive under both
Honey, don't cry
Our love won't bend
Our life-support eyes
Will meet along the flatline hymn
Here our bodies lie
Pale, blue and cold, transfer our hive
Into a digital mold, made in stone
Encrypted code
It writes what I know
Malicious nodes
Help spreads my bones
Awake in the digital tome
Oh, oh
Oh
Towers will rise
Towers will fall
Oh, oh,
Oh
Thanks to computer AI
I can't feel anything anymore
(Yeah)
Oh, oh
Oh
Towers will rise
Towers will fall
Oh, oh,
Oh
This computer AI
Has desecrated my soul
I can see your hands
In a fit, in a trance
Overwriting what man
I am
I can read your plan
Take his sheep, take his land
Reciting what I said
To my love as I fell, hand in hand
I can see you dance
In a field, where she stands
Keeping down your head
Erasing my last true chance
Don't you understand
You're amiss in this land?
Memory fades in advance
You sunk in quick under the sand
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// IDEATION CONGREGATION
05:24
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Homebound for the homeless shelter
My helter skelter has run its course
Hang me underneath the family banner
Leave me up to form again on the floor
Is life fucking me or am I the malignant cell?
The calloused shit with pursed lips to detective specials?
The recluse burning bridges for that smokey smell
Abuser of nerve agents for a story to sell
When will this end?
As a belly-bloated transient with yellowed skin
Violent seizures on an acreage of cardboard
The underpass lights keep me warm
As I die
All alone
They'll never find me at all
As I die
All alone
It'll be all my fault
Ideation congregation
My passive fascination
My cowardice of the limelight
Preconditioned recondition
My tasteful exhibition
Has gone over the line, right?
Indifferent commitment
Impassioned detachment
What I envisioned
Predicament deficient
Sufficient permission
Drowns in the undercurrent
Renowned for hateful textures
My fortune teller has become torn
Put my throat to sword
Cause no more profit can be brought forth
Is strife running me? Am I really such a bore?
My hair thins, eyes sink in, everyone thinks so
The fool burning churches because he hates the ringing bell
Now made vessel for malevolent I'll be property of in hell
When will I mend
All the broken seems of relationships
Not torment with a dimly lit torch
I had stolen out from my father's drawer
When I die
All alone
All my problems will be solved
When I die
All alone
Maybe then I will be absolved
Ideation congregation
My passive fascination
My cowardice of the limelight
Preconditioned recondition
My tasteful exhibition
Has gone over the line, right?
Indifferent commitment
Impassioned detachment
What I envisioned
Predicament deficient
Sufficient permission
Drowns in the undercurrent
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// BABY TEETH
05:06
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Here's his secret
Something big, something bad
The invisible steel-toed boot
Heavy foot crushing your neck
Keeping you quiet
Maintaining you under clouds and rain
Low sun-ray exposure in the garden
Makes you fit for a holy...
He'll put paint to canvas
Order your Picasso hit
His book and holy truths
Beat the registered offenders' lists
Pools of the sewn seed
Genesis in slow intervals
Sticky pages in nineteen
Prime smut for pillar salting, yeah...
Baby teeth in pies
Pulling more to watch the gums bleed
His pile, his prize
The father of the weak
Yeah
As he saw a light, old in bed
Scared of what the other chapters said
Saint Peter took the piss
When he raped him on the pulpit, yeah
His children celebrate
Mix his blood with lemonade
Gave out gallon-pitchers free
Twenty-five cents to club up the body
We could all hold hands
We could all dance
We could raise the dead
We could do it all over again
Baby teeth in pies
Pulling more to watch the gums bleed
His pile, his prize
The father of the weak
Yeah
As he saw a light, old in bed
Scared of what the other chapters said
Saint Peter took the piss
When he raped him on the pulpit, yeah
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Unkempt dreams
For unkind eyes
This heavy breathing
Sounds like something died
Tidy it's room
Wrap it in something white
That emptiness is a joke
What's underneath is the punchline
Our hands hate
What our hands touched
Our hands played
With our hand's trust
Our eyes see
What our eyes want
Our eyes plead
With one another's lie
My body in a barrel
Shut the lid tight
My never ending peril
In permanent fight or flight
Hide it unseen
Keep me out of sight
Pull me out when needed most
Put me away when I'm past my prime
Our hands hate
What our hands touched
Our hands played
With our hand's trust
Our eyes see
What our eyes want
Our eyes plead
With one another's lie
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