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He's Just Winded
02:38
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falling past the glass merges to a sea
reflects a view of the city that looks so serene
I close my eyes and all I see through the lids is my blood
the ground approaches but it doesnt open as it should
landing snaps the thoughts through my head
a cardboard story of events that led to this end
but all I see is a shadow on my bedroom wall
and the morning so serene
stale water in the cold grey morning light
dream fragments exaggerated in recall
I feel the ledge and my weight shift but its not right
I feel a push just before the fall
but all I see is my shadow on the bedroom wall
and the morning so serene
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in the drink the stinking sea
where lust becomes pornography
he lost his mind to sexual violence
from friday night to monday's silence
you fucking cunt lets hit the town
the stinking sea will let us drown
she's just another easy target
lust is violence in this market
sea water bleaches out the truth
only the hills have eyes for you
saturday morning vomit stew
only the hills have eyes for you
we'll drink away the working week
and fuck away our insecurity
she'll never mean as much to me
as my love for the stinking sea
so join us as we sink and drown
we'll rape our way through the town
she's just another easy target
lust is violence in this market
sea water bleaches out the truth
only the hills have eyes for you
saturday morning vomit stew
only the hills have eyes for you
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Back On The Smack
01:59
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does your lawn let the weeds grow
clear a space with their hands
bitter stems pushing skyward with insolent random heads
do they choke what you sow and make your land look cheap
like you dont give a fuck and let the summer clocks grow free
buried in the weeds
will your lawn let the weeds grow
will they choke what you sow
you enjoy manipulation of what you conceive to own
you cant stand losing control of what you force to grow
so you burn and you poison till your hair falls out like straw
but you cant kill the roots so buried in the soil
buried in the weeds
will your lawn let the weeds grow
will they choke what you sow
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Blackmail
02:33
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can this ever make sense to someone close minded as me
believing all that I do such as the value of things
such as the value of what you produced so long ago
and what it means to us now related to what we can do
i once heard somebody say once you draw a line it cant be erased
but its all forming
a caustic rattle strikes the heart
crumbling fear of failure overruns
its easy to leave the pen alone
and let the sword dismember all we've done
I will never testify an unconsidered word
so the mantra goes of the perrenially unsure
all you said was said by the venerated heroes
who lived your life a thousand times in golden frozen worlds
I once heard somebody say
when there are no decisions
you cant lose your way
but its all forming
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