1. |
love is a place to hide
02:40
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Sightless now, from far reaching grin
Volatile violin
A welcome break in
Legion of kingpin with fists to my chin
Freak kingdom
Where you can hide in the love
Punched in the face by a boxing glove Sitting all alone with yourself void of
Spit and you cuss
But never dispose of
(x2)
Rough in the middle
Soft around the edges
Real handsome pledges
Hundred mile mental fetches
Never got the stick and now I’m hanging off the ledges
Freak kingdom
Where you can hide in the love
Punched in the face by a boxing glove Sitting all alone with yourself void of
Spit and you cuss
But never dispose of
(x2)
Sometimes dread really spreads
With enough spiritual bloodshed
But life is a pimp that smacks me around
Your a liar if you think you can stop it
Surrender to the drift or keep flip flopping
Freak kingdom
Where you can hide in the love
Punched in the face by a boxing glove Sitting all alone with yourself void of
Spit and you cuss
But never dispose of
*the song of a bird, that has come to love it’s cage*
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2. |
Poison Oak
02:02
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Poison oak sprout
No drug, no drink, no smoke
I’m south; the only way to get out
Trudging through a spiritual drought
Find the time or have yourself a fine time
Get in line or hit your prime
At a distance find an untroubled chime
Emotional crammer, everything at one time
Agonizing glamour, fall behind or I climb
All that I can make out
A blurry old fellow walking towards me in the rain
Ticket straight to hell or you jump out of the plane
The days are moving so fast
Depressing perspective
But attitudes remain vast
By dime humans made stay harassed
Concentrating on the forecast
While heaps of life in the moment become the past
All that I can make out
A blurry old fellow walking towards me in the rain
Ticket straight to hell or you jump out of the plane
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3. |
Castle In The Air
02:36
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That’s a nice piece of bread.
How much are you selling?
How far have you tread?
Better be aware
Better watch your head
Don’t wanna be around
When the stain starts to spread
The scattered remains
Of former F
I put em to rest, lock em in the chest
I dispose of every pest
By force I digest the Wild West
Lately I’m on damage control
I’m the clean up crew
The therapeutic stroll
But my disturbance is out on parole
I know that bitch is coming back
Crack an egg in the alley
Chewing in the sewer
Open up my lids and I’m not really on the skewer
Like a corrupt castle in the air
Got you testing out the fall or pulling out your hair (x2)
That’s a nice piece of bread
How much are you selling?
How far have you tread?
Better be aware
Better watch your head
Don’t wanna be around
When the stain starts to spread
Mother of god
We’ve never met
But tell me why my souls in debt
I’ll listen close, display the threat
I’ll make sure I never forget
Penalty kill, I’m defending
Body’s shattered, brain is bending
I get power, like a generator
Brawl through the tar and it makes me greater
Crack an egg in the alley, chewing in the sewer
Open up my lids and I’m not really on the skewer
Like a corrupt castle in the air
Got you testing out the fall or pulling out your hair (x2)
This is my blasé opera
Divine to my spine
I got the best of both worlds
A swan and a swine
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4. |
The Kiss
03:05
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Maybe it’s the the way the wind gusts
A fairytale covered in rust
Disgusted by everything discussed
A boiling hot pot of mistrust
A bridge with a troll beneath, impersonating god
A reflex caught within my essence
Louder than applause
Ballet of bitch twirling north to south on my spirit
Adding weight I’ve never felt
Choking on a seatbelt
A refined and classic kick in the ass
It’s the warlords kiss kiss on the forehead
Busy brained liar with an eighth and a rewire
A sip from the deep fryer
Master justifier can't find the way home
Rather be floating along the river through the fog
Listen to the late night sound of the frogs
No monologue, shut the fuck up
Filled to the top, with pressure in my cup
So much earth to find, not much room to dig
Dig faster than an oil rig, dash so quick from the inner pig
The city shrieks loud with an ear splitting call
I’m on a wooden peg leg and I sunk the eight ball
It’s the warlords kiss kiss on the forehead
Busy brained liar with an eighth and a rewire
A sip from the deep fryer
Master justifier can't find the way home
(x2)
The party and the people getting older
Mother land getting colder
100 pounds on my right shoulder
Ugly in the eye of the beholder
It’s the warlords kiss on the forehead
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5. |
Personality Ransack
02:06
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Every day I play with fire
Two dungeons deep
I’m wrapped in barbed wire
I’m in my worst attire
Just a balancing act
A personality ransack
A personality ransack
Only way to keep it alive is to kill it
Plant a new seed, soon be contaminated
Doing something right
If you’re always being hated
Blow it up big
Just to watch it get deflated
Nobody gives a fuck
What your crying ass thinks
Nothing in this world
Is ever going to be in sync
10 years gone, before you get to blink
Running through the grassland
Or sinking in the stink
I already heard the spiel
Run from the wheel
Way you conceal is unreal
Cold as clay, cold like steel
Personality ransack
A psychic steal
Only way to keep it alive is to kill it
Plant a new seed, soon be contaminated
Doing something right
If you’re always being hated
Blow it up big
Just to watch it get deflated
Nobody gives a fuck
What your crying ass thinks
Nothing in this world
Is ever going to be in sync
10 years gone, before you get to blink
Running through the grassland
Or sinking in the stink
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6. |
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(Puzzle)
Sometimes I feel like an old peach tree
Keep growing tall
People picking at me
Wanna taste what I got
Yeah, they want a piece
You race against time like a fucking Grand Prix
(Slater)
Yeah, like the damn Grand Prix
Gotta keep my shit cool, people looking at me like
Like the damn Grand Prix
Gotta keep my shit dialed
Not for you, but for me, yeah
(Puzzle)
All that I can control
Is how I react to things
How I attack the trouble
Or I attract the peace
Lift 100 geese
Or I inject the grease
No masterpiece, feel ache decrease
(Slater)
I don't really care, gotta tracker on my cell phone
If I really wanted I could throw it to the o-zone
It'll still mean nothing
Because my roots show me I'm home grown
Depression taking me there, I'm gonna take it back
(Puzzle)
Sometimes I feel like an old peach tree
Keep growing tall
People picking at me
Wanna taste what I got
Yeah, they want a piece
You race against time like a fucking Grand Prix
(Slater)
Yeah, like the damn Grand Prix
Gotta keep my shit cool, people looking at me like
Like the damn Grand Prix
Gotta keep my shit dialed
Not for you, but for me, yeah
(Puzzle)
Race against time like .H.B.G
Like the damn Grand Prix
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7. |
Vomit On The Canvas
01:14
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A fleeting sense of romance
You used to take it when you had the chance
Sulk in the prison for yourself created
All the hurt and strain feels dated
Choose to let the baggage way you down
The type of thing you thought you hated
Vomit on the canvas
Take a moment to feel out emotional advancement
A pat on the back for it
Even through muck you can catch the light still flashing
Catch the light still flashing
Little birdy told me
It ain’t door one, two or three
Not a creature like a butterfly, you’re a fucking flea
Walking with a cane, I got a hockey puck to my knee
Swallow all the gorgeous
And you can be the bird and the bee
Pour you out a cup of tea
You don’t really want to talk about it
You’re afraid to see
Life is a wooden pirate ship, I sailed the seven seas
Celebrated game of survival
It’s a living spree
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8. |
Tip My Hat
03:44
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I just wanna rock with the beat
Tip my hat to you, I take the high street
Maybe it’s the chamber that I’m living in
Neighbor told me things always fall off the shelf
I know I heard a foot hit the ground
Or maybe I’m affected by the sights and the sounds
I felt boundless
Only drove 30 mins down the road
But they don’t make ‘em like they make em over here
Im in the making, kicking cheer in high gear
Need dark to keep a loud bark
Leave a mark in a sea full of self proclaimed sharks
Free and easy, don’t you like it that way
I don’t want to fast forward to just another day
Let the now sing to you
Erase the sorrow away (x2)
Cheap and easy, don’t you like it that way
I don’t want to fast forward to just another
day
This floor beneath feels like it’s going to give way
All moments left behind, always decay
Make it glorious or make it full of hate
I chicle away at my fate
Regurgitation
Barfed up and served to the nation
I got off at the wrong station
I think they want me to be a prick
Turn out nice and they try and take advantage
Here’s a fork and a knife so you can eat shit
Half-wit leech sucking on my skin again
Mindless dick driven lecher had to feel a bit of panic
Another human acting manic
I had his heart sinking like the titanic
He ran the other way, I drove off laughing
But it wasn’t that funny
Sometimes when the moon shines bright it look sunny
A little tough talk can turn a beast into a bunny
Free and easy, don’t you like it that way
I don’t want to fast forward to just another
day
This floor beneath feels like it’s going to give way
All moments left behind, always decay
Gripped by the greed i grew up in
Large frown to a light grin
Talk of the town to a has been
A medieval sword or a safety pin
A drive thru order from across the border
Sacred interaction, turn off the recorder
Cycle of mistrust, spinning off the thrust
Dizzy from the lust
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9. |
Barking at the Sea
02:40
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Carve my fate from alabaster
Blossoming, what I go after
All your unimportant tactics
Always end anticlimactic
Scrape yourself off the hot Los Angeles ground
If you’re not paralyzed by the sights
You’ll be drowned by the sound
You can taste the most exciting spice of this life
But you will not remember if you’re twisting the knife
If you’re twisting the knife
Looking for a place to sit
Hypocrite or half wit
Take out my tongue, and put it in a basket
I’d rather say nothing
Always have to translate
The sky sheds tears of oil
Onto the mummified human engines
That dry up from life’s toil
You can taste the most exciting spice of this life
But you will not remember if you’re twisting the knife
If you’re twisting the knife
A mirage and a pipe dream
Your in disbelief when they make an update to the grand scheme
A black rainbow, pot of mold at the end of it
Doesn’t matter if your wit and grit take you out of it
The future is moonlit
A dim path leads the way
If you’ve got the stomach to discover it
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10. |
Taller than a Smokestack
04:31
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Bargain for the graves that ancestors lie in
Perpetual tax for a corner to die in
Apply an outlook to help you feel unadventurous
Or expire by the hand of the hammer that invented us
Set adrift on a vessel
That I don’t know the name of
Can’t introduce myself
Hunched over like a geezer
Waste of time to decipher a deceiver
An eager make believer
Want to wash away and be immersed by the breeze
To form thousand pieces
A forever fate of deep releases
Intimate with the fact that the heat of the next chronicle increases
Giving up again
Or giving birth to a twenty nine year old
And being born again
A forever fate of deep releases
Intimate with the fact that the heat of the next chronicle increases
Tip toe by, so the egg shells don’t crack
You know what’ll happen if the wheels slip off the track
Color of the water coming from the faucet, jet black
I don’t know what the fuck you mean
I’ll have to call you back
Taller than a smokestack
Point of view can help you sway the people
But your out of wack
Someone’s gonna get you good for doing all of that
Set adrift on a vessel
That I don’t know the name of
Can’t introduce myself
Hunched over like a geezer
Waste of time to decipher a deceiver
An eager make believer
Want to wash away and be immersed by the breeze
To form thousand pieces
A forever fate of deep releases
Intimate with the fact that the heat of the next chronicle increases
Giving up again
Or giving birth to a twenty nine year old
And being born again
A forever fate of deep releases
Intimate with the fact that the heat of the next chronicle increases
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