1. |
Boot to the Head
05:45
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He's gone and joined the new race
He's done for, losing grace
Losing face, just to get by
It all depends on your dependencies
Your proclivity or tendency
To dispose of your independence
For the shallows and the deep end
Push becomes shove
becomes bump
becomes boot after boot
after boot
but it ain't quite kickin'
Clicking in
Checking out
Getting on
Getting off
Figure it out yourself
Checking in
Checking out
Sinking in
Getting out
Getting off of it
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2. |
Into the Void
09:37
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3. |
6 East
05:38
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I cannot feel, for the constant medication
Always, I do not live with insincere dedication, maybe
I try to learn from my daily trepidations
So that I may find peace for some solemn meditation
Always hurry up and wait for no one, hurry up and wait for nothing.
You do not see all the stirred up complications
Because you only work with the given information
It was you all along, in a clinical observation, before
You found a clue without any investigation
So you hurry up and wait for no one, hurry up and wait for nothing.
"They" are the cause of our past and future fighting
Because "They" made the maze and the traps and bits we're biting
So that we do not see all the knowledge you are finding
"They" are we, we are "They" - you and I forever minding, no more
Hurry up and wait...
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4. |
Automatic
04:56
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I am the living, guaranteed market and target disguised
for sinister phrenology reversed - they go in through your eyes
Someone has to stop the cycle
Something has to break the chain
Of endless automatic déjà vu
Preprogramming you frame by frame
I am the sinusoidal line that reels you in, that brought you here
as architects of paradigms install in you what seems sincere
And all that you have ever known
or felt or thought or overcome
has polished bones of corporate chrome
and you think you're the only one
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5. |
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Intoxicated by this raw nerve,
compelled beyond reason to touch
Repeated drilling into wind spits
the willing, molding fillings from dust
Consumed and cocooned and consumed
by cotton and candy corroding the crown
Patience
dissolves like the sugar that
rots the teeth
falling out of my
empty head
Intoxicated by this raw nerve,
compelled beyond reason to touch
Repeated drilling into wind, spitting
fillings molding will into dust
Forging a flavorless, faceless facsimile
feeding the fascist within
Perception
dissolves into sugar that
rots the teeth
falling out of my
empty head
When I say "pain," you say "more"...
We need a root canal
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6. |
Please
05:29
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Would you please tell me to paint on this smile?
Long time I've waited here, in this quiet disguise
Dead stopped in motion, my life for your eyes
Seeing the smiles and seeing the faces with no one inside
The child inside has grown
Become a bigger baby
This pain is not his own
But he's the one to face it
Could someone tell me? I've not had the time
I'm sick of waiting here, in this life I despise
Just sitting in wait to find the answer...
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7. |
Rev E
06:32
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How can you say you don't believe?
Just because you don't believe
in me, in you, in anything
Still you find a center around the familiar
Putting up walls with no windows or doors
a pressurized room with cracked paint on the floor
The deafening emptiness of ignorance
How can you go on so openly?
So openly alone in
your sensitive community
Leaving the humanoid trapped in humanity
blinded and crawling, repeating the tragedy
Pulling the same strings again and again
separate songs that share the same end
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8. |
Monstrosity
07:09
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9. |
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Wearing the scars of the city
so fresh they still bleed
on stainless skin, from seam to shining seam,
a mass of gears and greed
this luminous fortune stills the dream american
So feed the fires of the empire
the souls of those to come
on stainless skin, from seam to shining seam,
green is just a memory
this manifest industry kills the dream american
so don't look so surprised
at your machine's design
in the name of knowledge
in the name of progress
in the name of the machine
is the shape of the machine
will be the end of the machine
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10. |
End Credits
06:21
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