1. |
Sport of Measure
02:45
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2. |
FKA World
03:09
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3. |
Clone
03:01
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4. |
Modern Vanity
03:48
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5. |
Everything's Glitter
03:50
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There’s drama on my tortured brow.
Am I a caricature?
There’s just a little between God and Clown.
I wanna be an idol that you adore.
And when I slink through your town—I am sure.
You put a gun to my gown—I am sure.
You think I’m selling you short?
This ain’t the same fucking thing you’ve been sold before.
I’m drama in these khaki towns.
I think they feel the allure.
Every single breath—a work of art.
My mere existence is a part of the show.
And when I slink through your town—I am sure.
That’s why I’m wearing a crown—
So you always see I am sure.
This ain’t the same fucking thing you’ve been sold before.
Time lost on the plot, on the statement.
Still now I feel lost,
I just fake it.
I cannot break
Because I’m the heartbreaker.
No, I will stand tall—
The odds in my favor.
You called all the shots and I let you.
All that time, it was lost.
I can’t take it.
I cannot break
Because I’m the heartbreaker
No, I will stand tall—
The odds in my favor.
There’s drama on my tortured brow
Am I a caricature?
There’s just a little between God and Clown.
I’m gonna be the idol that you adore.
Same old lives.
Yeah, you got the same old lives.
You tell the same old lies.
It’s the same old.
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6. |
Burned Mind
04:11
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7. |
Sport of Form
03:26
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Oh so perfect.
Self-aware.
A curation unflawed.
Iteration,
Or one of kind?
A distinction
So Hard to Explain.
Sport of Form,
State of Grace.
Tow a line,
Keep a faith.
Never die,
Never fade.
From a waiter.
From a friend.
From a long-lost time
Half Erased—
Different lives,
Same old place.
Tow a line,
Test some faith.
Never die,
Never fade.
Always time to watch
Seashells drowning.
Is it cynical?
Are they drowning?
When it’s Hard to Explain
Never die,
Never fade.
When you’re longing to break
Draw the line—
Never trace.
Does anyone even know you?
Does anyone even care?
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8. |
Patient Mind
02:35
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10. |
Liar 2
03:00
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Please talk so I don’t just give up.
Keep talking I don’t give a fuck.
Lemme hear those lies.
Snake, pray tell—
Are we close to hell?
As I long for the light
I see the water splash…
Oh my god!
It’s a reflection?
Am I where I will die?
How much time
Stuck in this nothing?
I need miracles—
Lemme hear those lies.
Monorails.
Bullet trains.
The hardest paths
Still lead to graves.
You and I—
It’s like they say…
The brightest stars shine through darkest clouds.
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11. |
In Heaven
03:24
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12. |
Public Grieving
04:57
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