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Box Cutter
02:40
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Bang your head and spill your guts
But that's not enough, you'll be better of dead
Than stuck in a rut that you dug in my trust
Every time you try to make amends
Yeah forget it, you don't regret it for a second
You're nothing better than I expected
And I won't stand for
Another one of your tied tongue lashings
Listless, and I'm comfortable with lust and less
Languid, and I'm fine with the facets of
Failure, compelled by aversion to
Anguish, damned to repeat if foundations stay fused to the ground
As you retreat a crooked mile, broken
You pack what you lack
And you take it with you
And I've been learning to live without
Left to your own devices
And none of them work
Forced to trade the stability of silence
For the clamor of hollow vows
You'll do whatever it takes
I'll do whatever it takes
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2. |
Bitter Banter
01:46
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Hard pressed to find common ground that hasn't been washed out
Signing an uneasy truce to initiate the ruse
Bitter banter in the mezzanine
Pontificating in poor taste on mediocre malaise
We're the weight on the shoulders of giants casting stones
At the foundations that we swear we built all alone
A sight for sore eyes engorged from feasting on the least of us
Mistrust
Backed into solidarity shoulder to shoulder
Liars and cons enamored of the fraud
Backed into solidarity shoulder to shoulder
With liars and cons enamored or the fraud
A sight for sore eyes engorged from feasting on the least of us
Mistrust
The profound in a dream that won't stand waking scrutiny
I'd give the detriment of the doubt when your sleepwalk by
Wallow in your affluence squander the inheritance
While we're walled in by irreconciliable similarities
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3. |
Dead Last
01:54
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Starving tongues lure you down the path to erosion
Brittle bones lie in husks that corrode
Dead eyed with no further aims regurgitate reputations faked
You're mostly filler recycled material that animates an empty suit.
Give in for a pittance of poison all for a chance at a cup half filled
Beg and bribe for another sip with blurred vision and a failing grip
The deal you made a pragmatic paper chase
All in the name of wallow and waste your time flies by
In a pointless paradigm and there's no end in sight
Give in for a pittance of poison all for a chance at a cup half filled
Beg and bribe for another sip with blurred vision and a failing grip
I found myself lost in the caustic crowd
Failures fed my fleeting fame
And I stake my claim in the cynics lane
And I'm
Dead last and laughing
Fanatics fail to repress their jeers
Coasting toward catharsis
While your existence continues driven by fear
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4. |
Buzz Killer
02:49
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Where will you be when the pity party comes crashing down on me
Bogged down by discretion and taste
Ensnared in consciousness, what a waste
Hell bent on getting bent out of shape
Bored into a stiff, sulking in fits
Nobody's had a drink but you've already killed the buzz
Now that we know that you're a joke
We can laugh at what you lack
In death and decay we all look the same
So save your pretense for the grave
Good days breed bittersweet memories
The gutter hasn't reached its quota yet
Hard set on hard times yet to come
You can't blame your failure on anyone
You're young and you're wild but you're not free
Pressed into pretense trapped in trivialities
Mince words until you've had your fill
Of deafening discretion laced with condescension
Pull the trigger so the night lives on
The taste of discernment washed down
By illusions of ecstasy and backhanded empathy
Testing the tolerance of a fools sympathy
You seem to forget a man's home is his casket
So get in line for a chance at some wasted time
Neck deep in deeds done cheap
But you don't have to sow what you reap
You only lie to yourself
When you pride yourself
On the life that you've undone
And the mess that you've become
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5. |
No Likes
02:12
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Excess and prowess
Like a beggar with a bed at night
You can't abstain from yourself
Empty flesh forsaking beauty for its illusion
Hide behind your nakedness
Wrap it tightly around you
A transparent display of
Excess and prowess
Like a beggar with a bed at night
Living lavishly regardless
How lonely can one man be
To beg the world for just one glance
Buckling insatiably
Standing knee deep in vanity
Blank cold stares
Fill me with purpose
I may be
Lusting but never untrue
You sing a cynic's sorrow
And yet we're making eyes
So where does your pride lie
I obsess over what I detest
Flaunting comfort like a birthright intentions can't mask
The facts your tact is paper thin
Black tongued and brooding Antagonistic and unassuming
Calloused and careening toward emptiness
Emptiness
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6. |
Debuachery
02:24
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We can never be anything more
Than a sorry excuse for a fledgling plague
But if we keep it up this way
We'll have em' writhing have em' running keep em' all afraid
The coming plague of lust
Leaves me hard pressed to whet my tongue
The flood of my ravenous past is leaving me high and dry
I make no guarantees this would be hit or miss
But honestly nothing rivals this bastards bliss
We've all pledged our ties
To the insistent wracking of implication
And let the locust set our bones
And rattle the few left in the poisoned mold
A dead man's postmortem swansong
A masochistic creation of wealth
Born and bred with the illest intention
Vaccinated from the point of conception
I make no guarantees this would be hit or miss
But honestly nothing rivals this bastards bliss
Sing it like you got no shame
We're heaven sent we're heaven made
I dipped my toes in the drowning hole
Force fed from the mouth of blight
But we can break these patterns god knows
Of debaucherous nights
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7. |
Tombstone
04:15
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New lows still caught in the same old undertows but that's how it goes
But can you blame me this world has changed me made me less of a man
It's stripped me part of my will dogged down by the bellow of a call unfulfilled
Deaf to the sound of reaching out unheard but ringing shrill
My hands were cast into spiteful states
Sewn together with barbed half truth's
My bones were set with malicious intent
But reality grip hasn't crushed me yet
War of attrition my minds latest vice
Forced into a corner follow suit and step inline
How much longer can i keep this disguise when its held up to the light
And the glaring eyes of the mound cut clear and concise
New lows still caught in the same old undertows but that's how it goes
One with the ebb while reluctant of the flow
Contemplating the unwinding of this mortal coil
till the curtain drops on this life unfurled
It puts askew the vision I'm accustomed to
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8. |
Blunt Fury
02:31
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Keep your tongue behind your teeth
Lest you spill blood when you speak absurdity
The function of your message is lost in its form
Each word is born in hostility and I'm reeling in the afterbirth
Still I can't swallow the swill
The manipulated mass pays to procure the puke from the podium
Savor the swindle, get your fill
Savor the swindle, get your fill of fraudulence
Bite your tongue don't spend the breath
Replace relation with selfishness
You go on and on and make no progress
A stagnant mouth's propensity
To spew blunt fury incessantly
Still I can't swallow the swill
Savor the swindle, get your fill
Savor the swindle, get your fill of fraudulence
It's the sedation of stimulation
We all bang our heads to the sound of it
Stifle my envy wretched anxiety
Let me be borne on the strength of the industry
No elation
No agitation
Just the propagation of inertia
Handed down
Keep your tongue behind your teeth
Lest you spill blood when you speak absurdity
The function of your message is lost in its form
Each word is born in hostility and I'm reeling in the afterbirth
Still I can't swallow the swill
The manipulated mass pays to procure the puke from the podium
And the prominence you steal hides its descent in mass appeasement
Savor the swindle, get your fill
Savor the swindle
Get your fill
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9. |
Vulture Culture
02:46
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Call this a compromise
Between my hands and my eyes
My gaze and my grasp will both be denied
If I'm to survive
Make no records of the words I give you
Just empty shouts from an empty mouth
My histories bound to be scoured
If it can be tracked down
Vengeance ain't what I'm after
There's no score to settle when you've wrong yourself
Vengeance ain't what I want
Just keep my name off your tongue while we're both still young
We've come to terms of endearment
With the prospect of our names
Being forgotten let the record state
That i saw this coming all along
Vengeance ain't what I'm after
There's no score to settle when you've wrong yourself
Vengeance ain't what I want
Just keep my name off your tongue while we're both still young
And if you say you have no regrets
Then your apologies are meaningless
To put you out of my misery
I'll dismantle the past and sift through the memories
Of when I locked lips with loaded words
And snatched the pride from your lusting eyes
Love just isn't made
hHow it used to be
No blushing bride by my side
Just dead weight on my arms
Vengeance is all I have
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10. |
You Can't Hang
01:30
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My faculties fail me
With my every opportunity to forsake them
It's not my fault that you can't hang
Or bear the brunt of undeniable shame
Mark my words
Your pride would be better served
Playing the part of the pious and discreet
While you cut your teeth on layman's speech
Pine for the glance and the nod
That properly belong to the speechless passer by
Pine for the glance and the nod
Because impressions are impractical for failing facades
My faculties fail me
With every opportunity to retain them
It's not my fault I can't give chase
Or put a mark on my impeccable taste
I noticed you once
but never again
I noticed you once
but never again
I won't stoop to decency.
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