1. |
No X's No O's
03:48
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It's 3 am
and we are lost now
walking on thorns
and we would talk out
How this ends
and how it starts
aware of the feeling
but lose sentiment
No X's
and no O's
No reason not to go
No X's
and no O's
No reason not to go
We were wolves
now we're livestock on bordered roads
where we would walk out
They all stop now
is this where we end?
Do you want to be just like me?
Do you want to be just like you?
I want to be just like me.
I want to be just like you.
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2. |
Programs
04:52
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Leave the skin that you said you shed.
Leave the distance behind you,
Far underneath,
where those leaves,
are rotting
those roots are knotting
I'll become the earth
and I will turn
myself back to dirt.
Or so I have been told,
that underneath where the leaves,
are rotting out,
that's where I'll go.
So I don't know what keeps you,
from trying, or dying
is it written in your code?
is it written in your code?
Far underneath,
where those leaves,
are rotting
those roots are knotting
I'll become the earth
and I will turn
myself back to dirt.
And all, in all,
this is an afterthought.
And all, in all,
this is just an afterthought.
You already can't
Recall
The day when you said
Hold on
You already can't
And you
You already can't
Recall
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3. |
Showing Hours
03:33
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You and I,
Two of the same.
Just some, some of the same.
With the struggle feigned,
And our premeditated strain,
Yeah, it's just more of the same.
Again and again.
Again and again and again.
My hands held open,
Your hands drawn tight.
My fever pitching burdens,
your fever burning bright.
Time bombs in the towers,
standing tall then in showers.
My back to the wall,
Your back showing hours,
clicking by
clicking by
in scatterbrained lanterns,
clicking by
You cry, "jump for your life,"
Time bombs in the towers,
standing tall then in showers.
My back to the wall,
Your back showing hours,
clicking by
Again and again and again.
Yeah, it's just more of the same.
Yeah, it's just more of the same.
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4. |
Atrophy
05:49
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Let the truth come out,
let our past lives remain in jest
We live like cameras,
Without present tense,
With a dirty lens and we…
Polish the memory,
Like a trophy,
Will it shine?
When the lights go out,
When the rest threaten to forget.
Our feet stay planted,
In this ground,
This buried mound.
Polish the memory,
Like a trophy,
Will it shine?
In our old age,
We stay tethered to,
Our points of view.
We're on repeat for actions
That we knew can't start anew.
We are creatures of habit,
Tied to our points of view.
Polishing memories,
won't cleanse the dirt that's left,
on past mistakes you've made,
they will remain in rust
Polish the memory,
like a trophy,
and in reverie
It will remain in rusted reverie
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5. |
Stolen Valor Act
04:24
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I want to see
what will I learn to be
when my armor's been worn down
past my prime
and my skin
has been mangled
takes on its new form
watered down
and it can't be reworn
I can't peel it away
to reveal my change
I can't peel it away
and it won't go away
And I want to be
the soldier on the front line
wear my wounds
show my scars
Let the blood scab
form a shape underneath
my ragged fatigues
let my enemy see
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