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Lifejacket
02:04
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Forced it on our plate.
So Tired, just can't relate.
Just take in what you can
and forget just to forget.
Trapped on this sinking ship,
even rats find some way out of it,
while you wait and contemplate
and get dragged to the abyss.
Drown, you bastards.
I'll watch you drown, and do nothing.
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Borrowed Time
01:22
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Got all fifty two
Sealed tight
Closed off
Let it build slow
Couldn't stand to inherit
More borrowed time.
On time.
You know I was never one for waiting.
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Trout
02:09
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I've gone deaf and dumb, don't you understand?
Because you fear what you don't understand.
Expressed through words, though not concise, just left tired and frustrated.
Waste my time with words. You can't hear me anyway.
Communication breakdown. Can't you hear what i'm saying?
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Pavement
01:48
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Waste
Built up on nothing
Watch everything come apart
Rust
No new information
Cracked.
The pressure's too much
Owed for what we've been giving
Due, don't think you forgot.
Four wheels on the pavement
Slept in the parking lot.
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Gravity
04:22
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Going down
Flying through the street.
Can't keep up
Can't keep up with me.
Tiny rocks all lay at my feet.
Going down with no fear
with no fear of gravity.
Fall.
Going down.
Can't get up.
Push hard as you want.
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Molotov
03:04
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Take hold, get away
Get away from this place
Give me some change, he said
Just give me some change
He still smells it in the morning air sometimes
Sitting, waiting on a perfect swell
Never going to roam these streets again
Nothing left but a shallow coward's grave
He still smells it in the morning air sometimes
Sitting, waiting on a perfect swell
Wasting away these days and nights
With a crooked sense of paying time
I'll get what I'm owed
Born afloat
Born to make it alone
Raised by wolves
With a mortar of fault
He still smells it in the morning air most days
Sitting, waiting on a perfect swell
Never going to roam these streets again
I'll molotov your god damn bank to the ground
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7. |
Degg
03:17
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Cold, blank deadpan expression
Yeah the dead still walk the streets
In huddled masses under rooftops
Jaded, young and indiscreet.
Will someone tell me what I'm doing here?
Will someone tell me what the fuck I'm doing?
I didn't come to
I didn't come to start more trouble
So when I come to
Shut me up and wheel me out the door.
Maybe I'm the one who just doesn't get it
Maybe I'm the one who just wasn't there
You'll all say I really wasn't with it
So someone tell me what the fuck I'm doing.
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Beg
02:22
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Time spent avoiding contact
Dumb luck is running down
Lose face each time I come out
Mouth runners with mouths running
You came over here to tell me something
And I let you in
Forgot the point, slow on the uptake
But you don't beg when you hate.
I'm out of touch.
Out of focus.
I'm out of...
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