1. |
De La Luz A Un Laberinto
04:16
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You button up my shirt
White, clean, starched and pressed
You tie down my cufflinks
Stitch up my coat and vest
The bulb must be replaced now
(Who left it on?)
Because the light has gone out now
(The curtains are torn!)
I heard you in my half-sleep
Go from the light to the struggle
I heard you in my half-sleep
Go from the light to the labyrinth
My shoes have been polished and buffed
Like a police academy inspection
My trousers, they even match
Wrinkle free, despite my disposition
The wool socks you picked out
(Now I lay here)
They no longer itch now
(No longer home!)
Without motion or care
Go from the light to the struggle
Without motion or care
Go from the light to the labyrinth
They say the task of love
Seems to have no purpose
A million street lights
Have killed all but the brightest of stars
The bulb must be replaced now
(Who left it on?)
Because the light has gone out now
(The curtains are torn!)
I heard you in my half-sleep
I heard you in my half-sleep
The bulb must be replaced now
(Who left it on?)
Because the light has gone out now
(The curtains are torn!)
I heard you in my half-sleep
Go from the light to the struggle
I heard you in my half-sleep
Go from the light to the labyrinth
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2. |
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I’ve got this anchor hanging from my stern
A big number that won’t completely burn
It’s a platinum for the ages
In ten years, i’ll get a handshake and a throw ring
And then, they’ll push me off into the sea
But I don’t see all that happening
I’m gonna have to nick the faker
And keep him safe until they call me on the pager
I’m packing up my generator
To make a plan for the future
I’m giving notice to the managers
To make a plan for the future
To make a plan for the future
To make a plan for the future
I built a tube of embryos over the years
Sometimes they go bad, and I have to change the dressings
And your keepers, who think we give it away?!
Teachers on trial, we’re guilty of denial
I am compelled to bow to the suitors
To make a plan for the future
I’m giving notice to the managers
To make a plan for the future
To make a plan for the future
To make a plan for the future
To make a plan for the future
To make a plan for the future
And how do I get through the day?
The mountains keep coming
How do I get through the day?
The next one’s bigger than the last
I lash out at you and you know it makes me sick
Don't know the end game,
End of the days, they grow thick.
Don't want to be pitching tents against the pricks
Or burning fossils to commute from out the sticks
I’m packing up my generator
To make a plan for the future
I’m giving notice to the managers
To make a plan for the future
I’m packing up my generator
To make a plan for the future
I’m giving notice to the managers
To make a plan for the future
To make a plan for the future
To make a plan for the future
To make a plan for the future
To make a plan for the future
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3. |
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Imprisoned in the fortress of industry
Glass hamster wheels
With glass plated seals
Pacing
Endless space station corridors
Someday I will know
What it is to be released
Some day I will know
What it is to be released
And right now
This minute
This second
And the second that just passed
I am just fine
In the presence
Of malice-handed minds
And here by myself
With America on my sleeve
I wish I could just ask you
When will I be free?
I will be released
There is an edge bot
Without seams in the doors
I am digging up a mountain
I cannot see
There are blue waves and white sand from the tip
The visitors land, but there is no top
And right now
This minute
This second
And the second that just passed
I am just fine
In the presence
Of malice-handed minds
And here by myself
With America on my sleeve
I wish I could just ask you
When will I be free?
I will be released
I will be released
I have been told I will see it
But I can’t see it now
I know not whether I ever will
Some other sand has emptied out
And all I want is to be released
All I want
Is to be
released
And right now
This minute
This second
And the second that just passed
I am just fine
In the presence
Of malice-handed minds
And here by myself
With America on my sleeve
I wish I could just ask you
When will I be free?
And right now
This minute
This second
And the second that just passed
I am just fine
In the presence
Of malice-handed minds
And here by myself
With America on my sleeve
I wish I could just ask you
When will I be free?
I will be released
I will be released
I will be released
I will be released
I
will
be
I
will
be
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4. |
The Great Thaw
04:28
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September is the cruelest month
The leaves are full with early snow
Every year, it’s getting hotter
And the pollination cooks
By December, we fight the freezing rain
And the permafrost recedes,
The caves of Naica blister
And the spores have come to roost
Excuse me while I clear my throat
It’s not a cough, not to fear
Don’t want to be painted in a red cross
The sink is coated green
And the great thaw is already here
In the blink of an eye
The germs did scratch
And I passed it on to you
Now we’re confined to this alley
As we watch our nodes explode
The rich wrote a law
That robbed us blind,
Now they’re running for the hills
The tinctures won’t save them
But God is on their side
Excuse me while I clear my throat
It’s just a cough, not to fear
Don’t want to be painted in a red cross
The sink is slurried green
And the great thaw is already here
Though we’re buried under this weather
We are in it together
The fight, it wasn’t wasted
And we’ll never be alone
Though this life is a fleeting whore,
I got to tell you what I needed to say
And I won’t apologize for this
For soon we’ll all be gone, my dear
Excuse me while I clear my throat
It’s not a cough, not to fear
I’m sorry, but what did you say?
My head is hurting from the chill
Don’t want to be painted in a red cross
The sink is coated green
And the great thaw is already here
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5. |
The Billy Club Puppets
03:20
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September is the cruelest month
The leaves are full with early snow
Every year, it’s getting hotter
And the pollination cooks
By December, we fight the freezing rain
And the permafrost recedes,
The caves of Naica blister
And the spores have come to roost
Excuse me while I clear my throat
It’s not a cough, not to fear
Don’t want to be painted in a red cross
The sink is coated green
And the great thaw is already here
In the blink of an eye
The germs did scratch
And I passed it on to you
Now we’re confined to this alley
As we watch our nodes explode
The rich wrote a law
That robbed us blind,
Now they’re running for the hills
The tinctures won’t save them
But God is on their side
Excuse me while I clear my throat
It’s just a cough, not to fear
Don’t want to be painted in a red cross
The sink is slurried green
And the great thaw is already here
Though we’re buried under this weather
We are in it together
The fight, it wasn’t wasted
And we’ll never be alone
Though this life is a fleeting whore,
I got to tell you what I needed to say
And I won’t apologize for this
For soon we’ll all be gone, my dear
Excuse me while I clear my throat
It’s not a cough, not to fear
I’m sorry, but what did you say?
My head is hurting from the chill
Don’t want to be painted in a red cross
The sink is coated green
And the great thaw is already here
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6. |
Voyager One
04:47
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Home
Is where the martyr lives
She tows the line
With no design
And avoids the calls
Stars
Collide and change their shape
Two turns to four
So goes the war
The alarm bell tolls
It is a Darwinian lesson
It’s what they say, or so it’s called
And it all explains away
The rearing she could not sustain
It is a Darwinian lesson
And it has taken from the till
Your determinists converted
Rolling over, giving in
Crowns
Are passed out handily
And cast aside
For immortality
And we all bow to thee
And we’ll all bow to thee
It is a Darwinian lesson
It’s what they say, or so it’s called
And it all explains away
The rearing she could not sustain
It is a Darwinian lesson
And it has taken from the till
Your determinists converted
Rolling over, giving in
Hey!
I’m in the back of the line again
Hey!
You are a vision in the sky
Hey!
"I won’t be home tonight,
But I left a few vouchers..."
It is a Darwinian lesson
It’s what they say, or so it’s called
And it all explains away
The rearing she could not sustain
It is a Darwinian lesson
And it has taken from the till
Your determinists converted
Rolling over, giving in
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When I go
I’ll not be far from you
I will become
Your dark matter,
In due
And I will help you
hold the universe together
For I have nothing left to fix
I was cut down without any notice
I am out of lives and slight-of-hand tricks
On the receiver, postscript
Gave up the host and dosed it
All the believers sold it
Hang up the phone!
I have got
A task that devolves into blips
And just like you
I’m dark matter
Through and through
As one
We’ll flip off the gravity cops
And we will move
Until the quasar drops
And I will send you
My letters in digits and patterns
I’ll shape them into things you can see
And suspend every star and planet
In the hopes that you will listen
On the receiver, postscript
Gave up the host and dosed it
All the believers sold it
Hang up the phone!
On the receiver, postscript
Gave up the host and dosed it
All the believers sold it
Hang up the phone!
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8. |
Prana Ayama
04:05
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My shadow passes shapelessly
Over the river
And the bridge
The shadow sends my reason
Into the harrow with the finch
It’s 12am
I’m trying to teach her how to breathe
She’s in panic and she’s shaking like Clarice
I can’t protect her from a world so bleak
Prana
Ayama
Bad flows out
It’s 12am
I’m trying to teach her how to breathe
To find the center,
Fight the villians in her dreams
And all I want is for her to find peace
Breath is in
Breath is out
Bad flows out
We did not understand ever
This eviscerate
That we both have inside
It cuts the dome!
We’re in for 3 generations of this!
And I want no more iterations of it!
It is a sneaky strangulation
The mind’s a thief, and a creep, and a cretin
How is she coping with her creases?
When I’m the only one who can quell her breaches?
Who can shake diseases?
Who can kill the treason?
Who can embrace the ill we face and get on with the living?
My shadow passes shapelessly
Over the river
And the bridge
The shadow sends my reason
Into the harrow with the finch
The battle is getting harder...
t’s 12am
I’m trying to teach her how to breathe
She’s in panic and she’s shaking like Clarice
I can’t protect her from a world so bleak
Prana
Ayama
Bad flows out
It’s 12am
I’m trying to teach her how to breathe
To find the center,
Fight the villians in her dreams
And all I want is for her to find peace
Breath is in
Breath is out
Bad flows out
She had no solace from the grief
The wires clutter the relief
Saw all the drugs and the brokes
Bad checks, all the riots and the smoke
The mind is a thief and a creep and a heathen
This crazy world is a shell for shockable treatment
And all I want is just to stop her hyper-breathing
`Cause I’m the only one who can quell her breaches
Who can shake diseases!
Who can kill the treason!
Who can embrace the ill we face and get on with the living!
It’s 12am I’m trying to teach her how to breathe
(My shadow passes shapelessly)
It’s 12am I’m trying to teach her how to breathe
Prana
Ayama
Prana
Ayama
It’s 12am I’m trying to teach her how to breathe
My shadow passes shapelessly
It’s 12am I’m trying to teach her how to breathe
Prana
Ayama
Bad flows out
My shadow passes shapelessly
Over the river
And the bridge
The shadow sends my reason
Into the harrow with the finch
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9. |
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For a year now,
I have been within your psalm
I finally summoned the nerve to make an overture
Rejecting some
unconscious reaction
another side effect
Of another test tube medication
And I did not know
I'd be summoning fallen angels
and knives from the cabinet of judas
I left the cups on the coffee table,
I‘m still cutting over that
And now, I’m crowding the ramp like some desperate addict
on the walk to the shop
I should have said goodbye while Jonathan Livingston
Was still around to drop
And I don't want to be a seagull!
You are one,
And that,
I will never see again.
I have recoiled
And burrowed way down into
The dangerous parts of my head
As bad as it was, I feel that I should thank you
For all of the things I never said
I can close my eyes and imagine us walking the park blocks,
Past the junkies, hand in hand
Speaking of anything but the shootings,
The war,
or the price of gas
I could not take the lie of Jonathan Livingston,
He was stepping on the drop
I never want to be a seagull
You are one,
And that,
I will never see again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
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10. |
Recalled To Life
05:54
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At three in the morning
with anger and labor
Another trust fund baby
Crashed another manger
Though unintended
the breeders were pleased
Nary a complication
And nothing unforeseen
To the madmen over the wall
Full of nicotine and raven’s squall
You didn’t get what you bargained for
When you let him through the door
A few hours later
He came down with a fever
They weren’t allowed to fix it
The senators warned them to list him
To the madmen over the wall
He heard the screams, all he does is stall
He places bets on the plight of the hopeless
When you let him on the floor
He’s xenophobic
He is quixotic
He is a liar
Lies under fire
He couldn’t say goodbye
Anchors heaved, and began to fly
There is no future
The one percent stood up from their knees and preached
To the madmen over the wall
Full of nicotine and raven’s squall
You didn’t get what you bargained for
When you let him through the door
To the madmen over the wall
He heard the screams, all he does is stall
He places bets on the plight of the hopeless
When you let him on the floor
He’s xenophobic
He is quixotic
He is a liar
Lies under fire
He’s xenophobic
He is quixotic
He is a liar
He’s xenophobic
He is quixotic
He’s xenophobic
He is quixotic
To the madmen over the wall
Full of nicotine and raven’s squall
You didn’t get what you bargained for
When you let him through the door
To the madmen over the wall
heard the screams, all he does is stall
He places bets on the plight of the hopeless
When you let him on the floor
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I can’t take it
The snow or the plain
In the middle of nowhere
Where no one knows my name
Ranting on the internets
Has no fame
When everyone else is hammering out their own shame
But I can make my fame with a gun
Before a live feed,
I’ll be the chosen one
Dead or alive, it makes no difference to me
I’ll do the nihil
For all of you to see
Do the nihil (until we’re all dead)
We are the dead!
Do the nihil (until we’re all dead)
We are the dead!
I’m sitting next to Estelle,
And there’s no escape
A valet, he left me to sit here and wait
Looking for a way to forget about my fate
I’ve got a friend with a script for pain
He says it’ll send me to the purple rain
It’ll make America great again
I’ll live on a plane with all the shooters
Stealing money for the pharm
I’m in a stupor
Do the nihil (until we’re all dead)
We are the dead!
Do the nihil (until we’re all dead)
We are the dead!
My name is Rik
Forgive the intrusion
I walked this earth with bare feet and a doctrine
You know, the cancer, it took me too soon
I left a son and a fiance to rue
I did the nihil for you to see!
But all I ever wanted
Was for you
And me
To be
Do the nihil (until we’re all dead)
We are the dead!
Do the nihil (until we’re all dead)
We are the dead!
Do the nihil (until we’re all dead)
We are the dead!
Do the nihil (until we’re all dead)
We are the dead!
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12. |
Never Again
04:15
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Sight remission
I comb the halls
Where have all my cutouts gone?
Nothing to hope for
Perhaps a visit
Booby traps and camouflage
Come down
Come down
I hear the voices now
Talking to me from the veils
Won’t you
Stop the falling
Of my curtains
Make the agents go away
Should I falter
At your discretion?
String me like some clumsy toy
I would cater to your
Whims and such
See my naked disarray
With sharpened teeth
I feel your sleep
Clinging to this dying breed, oh!
The smell of mildew
And rumpled comments
I’ll burn your truths
Forevermore
Happy to be accepted
You better run
You better run
Screaming
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13. |
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You’re shining up your flapper dress
Pushed away your dirty robes
And the kiss from me
The only frequency
You’ve tuned in
Counting down
The contract days
And my work is done!
What
Takes place
Behind ornate golden doors
I DON’T
REALLY CARE
DO U?
Anymore?
‘Cause I know these things
These questionable things
‘Cause I know these things
These questionable
Things
Destitute stare at the sky
Waiting for its beams to give
As we pull from the flask
The empress shimmies up their backs
Cackles at the harmony
She so desperately lacks
Snap
Another pretty pose
To lay across the holy drone
You’ve booked
Passage to your home
To sell us crass
And dismissives
And I know these things
These questionable things
And I know these things
These questionable things
And I know these things
These questionable things
These questionable things
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The harrow is tightening, and
The mountains are beyond the lightning
I wish I could call you
And ask you,
“What should I do?”
Your morphine eye
It wanted to speak
Your morphine eye
It could still hear our conversations
And it fought the mountain of sleep
It left us there to fight and weep
And right now
This minute
This second
And the second that just passed
I am just fine
In the presence
Of malice-handed minds
And here by myself
With America on my sleeve
I wish I could ask you,
"When will I be free?"
I will be released
I will be released
I did not know that you were waiting
You could have told me
I wouldn’t listen
This protection is a sickness
No freedom that can live within it
So many things
I have come to regret
I will live them all
Until the judgement
It can drive me to madness
I’ve no nest, or no net
Oh, but I have you!
And we will be released together
Before this is all through
And here by myself
Reading the cumulus and cirrus peaks
I wish you could tell me,
“You are now free”
And here by myself
With America on my sleeve
Oh, how I wish I could just ask you
When will I be free?
I will be released
I will be released
I will be released
I leaned too hard on the big machines
And it’s too late to get on the lean
I need to keep my mind in the clear,
And let it dream
I pray to be with friends
For the next arraignment
They’re all I have left in the face of containment
On Sundays, I’m surrounded by those that I love
I wish those days would never end
And right now
This minute
This second
And the second that just passed
I am just fine
In the presence
Of all of those who are kind
And here by myself
With america on my sleeve
Oh lord, how I wish I could ask you
When will I be free?
I will be released
I will be released
I will be released
I will be released
I will be released
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15. |
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(prop it up)
(ok)
To the driver of the truck
Who sent the crowd 6 feet down
In an x-mass town
Without a homemade bomb's sound
For some higher power's false guise
Who no one but you can recognize
You were 3 days late
From sealing another son's fate
So mission accomplished
Your damage is done
You have converted me a fatalist
Where I once screamed FREE WILL!
I know that chaos reigns
But I must now dumb down my remains
Because you could have killed one of my own
Because you could have killed one of my own
And I cannot fight that
I can only exist with that
By deluding into it-was-meant-to-be's
It-was-God's-will
My electric blanket of bullshit
It keeps my mind flush with hope
Void of the dope
Void of the dope
No more guns spray-painted on shirts
No more gun shaped hands pointed at the herds
No more rants of murdering rank zombies or nuns
No more ruminations on war
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
(prop it up)
(ok)
To the robot in the Challenger
Taking it to his drive stick
Driving your solid steel ruinator
Into a sea of protestors
Sending the crowd deeper into the dark!
Only one dead
But you slid into the news cycle,
So mission accomplished
And your chosen one condemns all sides!
How lucky you must feel to be alive!
What a surprise
What a surprise
And now, It’s not just the police file
To fear
I must contend with death or injury
To fight your inane “fourth turning”
No more anarchy symbols on the skirts
No choice of colors that could misalign
No more not caring about you
To instill rage into the bored
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
(prop it up)
(ok)
To the shooter in the casino perch
You are the most troubling,
For there is no gun control option
That could avert what you have done
All of those people
They did nothing to you
The chaos theory is the only house
The only house of worship
You can truly happy
One minute,
And dead the next
Imagine all the people
Imagine all those people
Did you fear the congregation
Under the stars, with harmonic visions?
If you want to live, dance and sing
Chaos cares not for sins
No more careless searching
No more making sense of the world by wires
No more questions
No,
No more questions
To instill rage into the bored
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
(prop it up)
(ok)
(prop it up)
(ok)
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