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ULTRAPOP
02:43
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Honest wit
Immoral graces
Suck you in
Pull you deeper
Holographic masses
Artificial tensions
How is this
A normal day that
Takes so much
She takes it all
A crooked lens
Distorted visions
A vat of piss
Artistic brilliance
Holographic masses
Artificial tensions
There are no more prophets
There are no more diamonds
I’ll go away
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ALL FUTURES
03:04
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Tower of Babel sinking in sands of revenue
Tailored suits, sanguine sacks of shit it’s all just ballyhoo
Taboo appropriation just because we wanted to
I’m anti anti, ain’t I?
I’m anti, ain’t I?
But I’m coming around
I’m feeling okay
I’m changing the locks and I’m seeing...
All futures--destruction!
Caress a monolith
Shape shifted birthing hips
Cut up - Cut out - cut in- it’s meaningful if nothing’s meant
Maybe a race to nowhere, but I still hope that I win
I’m anti anti anti anti anti anti anti anti
Maybe a race to nowhere
Still hope that I win
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3. |
MASUNAGA VAPORS
02:30
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Sherrie
You’re the only one who gets me
Thievery
The highest art
A passionate rage
It’s a coup de coeur
A stall is a fountain
A buddha when made gold
I get smitten
Prison under plexi
Fastened oh so tightly
Thread by thread
A little looser every time the guard turns
It’s a coup de coeur
A stall is a fountain
A buddha when made gold
I get smitten
Where hands touch we become a single composition
Love of form
Life of crime
Want it
Take it
Break the frame
Find love
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4. |
A LIFE SO WONDERFUL
03:07
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We meditate on love
Born of forgotten whims
And tonight
We scratch those phantom limbs
We’re born to forget
In a fountain of unoriginal sin
Paint me impressed
Addicted til we all got sober
We tried to find a place, start over
A body that keeps getting colder
A fame that’s never getting closer
Friend and thief
Somehow you found peace in war
Replaced the violence and grief
With words for fools
With lizard beliefs
The sword is the pen
And nothing really matters
We medicate with touch
We sing forgotten hymns
But my patience
Callused throughout the years
It feels like a sunset
But the work never ends
Primakov, my friend
Here’s what he said
“I don’t even know
How to lose control of the narrative
I got to your head
Mine is a tender and loving vision of a war
Because it's all conversation
Total fear of every single day
Looming ahead
You’re never where
You have to be”
But I dont scare anymore
I’m so over it
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AN ITERATION
02:53
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I fell for some
Pseudo-sophisticated
Poet laureate-posing
Young white savior.
He sang to me.
A blue collar emulation.
An accent so affected.
So midwestern.
“Shots in the dark
Kalishnokov
You’ll take her eye out”
Too cool to be trite.
His cunning remarks.
And then he did it again.
An iteration.
He said to me,
“You’ve got your own reflection.”
It’s extra underwhelming.
It lets me down.
Stroh’s from the tap.
Working-class porn.
And daddy’s money.
Too cool to excite.
He’s up there so bored.
And then he did it again.
An iteration.
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6. |
BIG SHELL
03:17
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Fickle kingdom island
Steal the sacred bordeaux
Keys straight into the knots
Alone before you drop
SLICE THE WORDS IN DIRT
CUT YOUR TIES WITH EARTH
Pairs of two
Will they knock?
Hiding among
These clouds
Fingers drag through
Like snow
Striking two times
No more
SLICE THE WORDS IN DIRT
CUT YOUR TIES WITH EARTH
Heaven wants a say
All I want is air
STRIKING TWO TIMES NO MORE
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7. |
AVERAGE DEATH
04:31
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From the longest lenses far away
Reminiscent, mirror image fades
It’s never really how it happens
It’s never really how it happens
Selfish clever little runaway
Expectations, secret rattlesnakes
It’s never really how it happens
It’s never really how it happens
Oh but she...
Before each take
No light escapes
Prancing disaster
Always an actor
Fame for today
Steal every scene
Dance for your captor
Always an actor
Open letters from another day
Hollow pleasantries, Christmas tree fake
It’s never really how it happens
It’s never really how it happens
Oh but she…
Before each take
No light escapes
Prancing disaster
Always an actor
Fame for today
Steal every scene
Dance for your captor
Always an actor
Pray for sleep...
Shame for the day
She eats her dreams
Always, she has to
Always an actor
Beautiful pain
Worth the exchange
Almost in rapture
Always an actor
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8. |
FAITH IN MEDICATION
03:46
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Before my blackout
She was the only one left
Wrapped in the shadows
Where only I could see her there
Open mouth
Blue eyes and blank stares
She was the only one who cared
A statue in a memory
That fades more each year
Little dots
Coins through a glass
Blood from the stone
A cry through the void
Black out
My former actor
He was closest one I had
The sharpest reflection
He was the truest glass
My own words
Blue eyes and fake laughs
A few I think we even shared
Now faded in memory
He’s getting smaller every day
Little dots
Drifting and floating and fading away
Less of me every year
There’s a part of me I hope you never see
It’s brazen for the day
There’s a part of me I hope you never have to come to understand
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9. |
WHERE MAN KNOWS WANT
02:56
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Can’t fall asleep.
A jukebox that only has one good song
Put on repeat and on repeat
That’s where my head’s at now…
It’s Where Man Knows Want.
Keep dying alone.
You gotta play the part.
But I’m still alive.
Never asleep
I swear I’d kill a man for one good dream
And every night it’s on repeat (And every night its just the same old thing)
Where I’m just sitting down (I’m not even doing much)
Having Never Known Want. (But I’ve never known want)
Keep dying alone.
You gotta play the part.
But I’m still alive.
Silent sanctions
Without action
Fractured faces
Different actors
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10. |
REAL FOLK BLUES
03:38
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Descend with force
Oh Kamen Rider
Henshin!
Please transform!
Tear ‘em to pieces!
His Sunrise smile
The King of Acid House
Just stole your card
Cut him to pieces!
Your strawman’s in the streets
The long end of his course
Pander to trendless patrons
Washed up with no remorse.
The Strawman’s in the streets
Gold-plated prying eyes
The Strawman’s in the streets
Misfortunate alibi
Baseless
I sent in a spy —
I like the way you grind when they show up.
Got a good reason.
You’re standing trial —
You cut against the grain, but you don’t share.
I’m telling you, treason.
Telling you, treason.
It’s burning through the skin
My likeness under clothes
Contouring every feature
Covered but so exposed
It’s burning through the skin
Gold-plated prying eyes
The Strawman’s in the streets
Misfortunate alibi
Baseless
When is the perfect time to die?
I want to be unobrtrusive.
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11. |
BAD SELECTION
03:44
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Uptown, so similar, but not so similar.
In her heart. How she ticks. In her men’s/women’s clothes.
It’s all so similar.
All the locks. All the cheats. All the spoiled children know.
I hear it’s terminal. I fear it’s terminal.
In my head. In my chest. In my gut. On my feet.
I fear it’s terminal.
In my head. In my chest. In the gun at my feet.
It’s why we’re safer alone.
It’s how we’re braver at home.
We’re all just paperbacks.
Something dimly lights the way.
Violent faith in better days.
Alleluia
Everybody knows that I am great.
He talks subliminal. A textbook criminal.
In his eyes. In his hair. In his men’s/women’s clothes.
Sometimes invisible.
He’s friend. He’s a thief. He’s a star. He’s a ghost.
It’s why we’re safer alone.
It’s how we’re braver at home.
We’re all just paperbacks.
Something dimly lights the way.
Violent faith in better days.
Alleluia
Everybody knows that I am great.
Something deadly lines my wings.
Armor plated hell to pay
I’m inhuman...
Everybody knows I’m something great.
Something deadly lines my wings.
Armor plated hell to pay
I’m inhuman…
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To those men, he appears as a God
From his post
He descends to applause
Congratulatory handshakes
For some time
A short-lived after-glow
Compliments
And goodwill overflow
What a brilliant show
What a brilliant show
Now get off
You have been dethroned
What a brilliant show
Now get off
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The Armed Detroit, Michigan
we are a punk rock band from detroit, mi.
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