1. |
Practice Your Sin
02:17
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Sexy little girl with the grey skirt on
you sit tight, I'll stray strong
sexy little devil with them green eyes flashin
I know you think of me when your with him
now turn around baby, look back at me
and lick your lips real slow, slow
Practice your sin
Get it in, Get it in
Hey miss rabbit in the sequin dress
you'll never be the same, not after this
hey miss rabbit feed me your line
I'll show you mine, we got time
Arch your back baby, thigh to thigh
hold up the wall, I'll cross your eyes
You grab my bomb yeah you set, set it off
you took my words yeah you said em, said em all
Practice your sin
Get it in, Get it in
S I N
Practice your sin
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2. |
Paupers
03:34
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Paupers can't be preachers when they speak from their knees
beggers can't be choosers when they want what they need
pyres they ain't alters when they burn from beneath
and sharks are politicians, when they polish their teeth
And it's real fucked up
it's one messed up scene
because we're already dead
and it's all been said, it's all been
And I'll keep dancin
On your deaf god's soapbox
And I'll keep dancin
We're alright, we're ok
And I'll keep dancin
On your dead god's soapbox
I'll keep dancin
We're alright, We're ok
And I'll keep starin with that
Dead eyed confidence
I'll keep starin
We're alright, well ok
Normal isn't usual, no it's strange and weird
and everyday is last year when your livin in fear
yesterday is last year, when your livin in fear
and when my love becomes disease I say
Thank you dear
And it's real fucked up
it's one messed up scene
because we're already dead
and it's all been said, it's all been
And I'll keep dancin
On your deaf god's soapbox
And I'll keep dancin
We're alright, we're ok
And I'll keep starin
With that dead eyed confdence
I'll keep starin
We're alright, We're ok
And I'll keep laughin,
at your pink sock
I'll keep laughin
We're alright, well ok
Invert the negative, to expose the positive
We're alright, Well Ok
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3. |
Take My Name
04:30
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You know everyone
you know everything
you know everyone by their first name
You've been everywhere
you've seen everything
you've been everywhere
everywhere but here
You know everyone
you know everything
you know everyone by their first name
no you didn't forget
don't pretend
Say my name, scream my name, take my name
You feel something you
aren't that cold you
see me watchin
watchin me, watchin you
Put on that fake smile
wear your plastic grin
you're not happy there
no you've never been
You feel something you
aren't that cold you
see me watchin
watchin me, watchin you
No you didn't forget
don't pretend
Say my name, scream my name, take my name
Where were you?
Where were you and I?
When I split, when I split my brain
When I left the sane
Lookin up, lookin down, it's all the same
You're the postman you
merely a venue
where my mind's displayed
now go flaunt what I've made
I took this small white shell
cracked it wide open
reach up grab some sky
I leave my home in sin
You're the postman you
merely a venue
where my mind's displayed
now go flaunt what I've made
Where were you?
Where were you and I?
When I split, when I split my brain
When I left the sane
Aren't you so proud of me?
You know everyone
you know everything
you know everyone by their first name
You've been everywhere
you've seen everything
you've been everywhere
everywhere but here
No you didn't forget
don't pretend
Say my name, scream my name, take my name
Lookin up, lookin down, it's all the same
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4. |
Blasphemy
02:34
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Don't you dare open your mouth
tired of seein that blade come out
yeah your tryin to hold on to me
you outa start listening and
stop sellin all your salt to the sea
keep your hands to yourself
those holy limbs lookin scary as hell
two things have become clear today
one I can't tell a lie
and two you don't mean shit to me
You're tryin to set it right
but you want me to be saved
that ain't carin baby
I'll tell you right now to your face
It's blasphemy
Don't you dare open your mouth
I'm tired of seein that blade come out
yeah not another fuckin word
cause my faith in you was absurd
You're tryin to set it right
but you want me to be saved
that ain't carin baby
I'll tell you right now to your face
It's blasphemy
Your love for me, was relayed by a third party
your love for me, It's Blasphemy
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5. |
the pump
00:50
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6. |
Dear, Uncle Savage
03:36
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Dear uncle savage won't you find me a new home
this house is nothing but sinew and bone
Dear uncle savage I freed my mind today
saw through your layered, creative decay
yes way leads to way,
so where I once stood I no longer stay
Dear uncle savage it's you and the proles
star crossed lovers, story Shakespeare never told
yes asses red, white, black and blue
all these grunts are slippin on
greased-up, worn-out souls and shoes
yes asses red, white, black, and blue
ahh dear uncle savage all this life is learning to lose
Take a step in my shoes, your gonna learn to lose
Are you ready to lose?
All this is life learning to lose
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7. |
The Raptor
04:49
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My soul resides in the stories I yell and
who I used to be; used to
well I'll be gone one day by familial hand
but until then I'll stand and say
pass me around like whisper down the lane
spell my life out backwards, you'll find my name
Cause I'm a raptor
In a man's body
Without faith, without
I'm gonna sit still, stoically
like a t.v. or history
I'm gonna play the same scenes, just change the names
just advertise for a fee
I'm gonna play the scenes, over and over
just advertise for a fee
So someone somewhere will still pay
for all the shit they sold me
And I'll fight this war
on the backs of pterodactyls
Because nothings ever perfect
but luckily all these blue canaries keep fallin
at my feet
All the little boys I knew
they're all wearin big ol' suits
and poorly shined shoes
All the little girls I knew
they're all marrying the boys
learning law for you
and all your souls are hollow tin while I'm covered
in reptilian skin
cause I'm a raptor in a man's body without faith
sand I'll fight this war on the backs of pterodactyls
Nothing's ever perfect but luckily all these
blue canaries they keep fallin at my feet
and I'll fight this war on the backs of pterodactyls
Cause I'm a fucking raptor
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8. |
Knot
03:44
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So much time's passed, I got all my hair back
but I ain't Samson, no I ain't the same
and I heard you, you got a new man
I heard you're, I heard you're, rockin his band
What is futile, what is useless
until I stop breathing these words have no meaning
Cause I'm just a knot, just a knot in the grain of your days
That red balloons deflating, that red balloon ain't leavin
like runnin' on ice with loose shoes laces
now I save my pages with matches so I can burn them
after they're written, I like to guarantee, despondency
Cause I'm just a knot, just a knot in the grain of your days
So much time's passed, I got all my hair back
but now all I do is write and think
So much time's passed, I got all my hair back
except now I write and think in red ink
I'm just a knot, just a knot in the grain of your days
Now that ring around your head
it's turning your face green
so I'll save my pages with matches so I can burn them
after they're written
Like runnin on ice with loose shoeslaces
I like to guarantee my despondency
I'm just a knot, a knot in the grain
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9. |
and the fake
01:14
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10. |
Human Locks
02:40
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When I'm ready to throw it away
you hold the knife steady
you temp and push; call me out
Conscious minds never create anything but
pretentious lines. With no impact or real meaning
You're too sane for sincerity, so don't ever question mine
Then it's all clear I don't belong here.
But what have I done to change the outcome
Because I'll be around today
to eat shit I'll smile and say
pretension stays vainly still
Conscious minds never create anything but
pretentious lines. With no impact or real meaning.
You've been locked out for all this time
then the world gets heavier
under that weight is an honestly you'll never find
We are human locks
changing at will
making time for the rational/creative mind
all the while pretension stays vainly still
You're too sane for sincerity, so don't ever question mine
Then it's all clear I don't belong here but what have I done to change the outcome?
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11. |
The Romantic
03:45
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As leaves to trees
a foreshadowing of paper products
what the masses and majority will become
but me I need that bonding blood
the sweet syrup of life
not billboards that proclaim
"end the fight, mediate with divorce done right'
no, with these dry dead leaves
let's relight the fires of youth
where we knew what we wanted
because we had the freedom to choose
Before they sold us their lives
told us in the next four years
we'd never find a better time
now the anti-heros
dressed to kill in this dystopia
where we burn our trash
to change the colors of the sky
and the sun only really shines
at night. right?
Now we've grown from leaves to trees
but our sap has run bitter
sucked in all the refuse and we
spit it out just the same
ha ha ha how this morbid romanticism
has warped and withered my brain
warped and withered my poor brain
This ain't a song
This ain't a poem
This is my morbidly romantic tone
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12. |
Synco
03:48
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13. |
blue jeans
00:58
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This blood won't leave
my jeans
I stopped tryin to get them clean
I think it's because
they don't just belong to me
no this blood
won't leave my genes
I stopped tryin I stopped tryin to get them
I stopped tryin to get them clean
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14. |
Time+(Distance)
03:59
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We plant that grass on the concrete slabs
so we don't feel down
so the lot don't get too down
So we don't fear, so we don't feel too down
My ears, my hands, headphones, the sound
your nails, my heart, the ground
Here's a short story
human nature explained
cause we all get boring
broke down, beaten, and tame
it's about birth order
where you grew up and how you were raised
it makes emotion distorted
know you'll never be the same
My eyes, my heart, my brain
no i'll never be the same, avedisian
My heart, my sex, my brain
It makes emotion distorted and
I lost my baby to the city
I lost my babe before she met me
And we plant that grass
on the concrete slabs
so we don't feel down
so the lot don't get too down
Cause time add distance
lives rearranged
On the concrete
lives rearranged
ON THE CONCRETE
Your nails, my heart,
the ground
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15. |
Fairweather Martyr
01:59
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Here's another bout money in a poor poor country
where'd that little white girl go
she told me she loved me
said stay right there baby, don't you worry
I'ma go back home, and I'ma get some funding
Cause what you fear, it's the flu
but what I'm most scared of
is more fairweather martyrs like you
Cause you left me here, circadian shell
all my people starvin yeah their stomachs swell
streets unsafe in a ghetto ready-made
but you'll be at home till your loans are repaid
Cause what you fear, it's the flu
but what I'm most scared of
is more fairweather martyrs like you
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16. |
Heart is a Cave
04:37
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It's so strange to feel this detached and insane
perhaps it's because I'm so far away
from the source of my pain
don't come near, stand clear
this heart is unsafe
don't come near, stand clear
this heart, this heart is a cave
Been reading your thoughts
warm words from the past
simultaneously saying
this is forever, and you know it can't last
so don't come near, stand clear
this heart is a cave
Tryin to fix me
you want a hand in all my victories
some credit for some change
but this heart's a cave
(I'm fucking dying)
a little influence on proximity
I think I'll keep my pleasure delayed
You covered my chest
in bright orange posted signs
hunted my love
for the sins of my mind
you covered my chest
in yellow black posted signs
hunted my love for the sins of my mind now
Dont' come near
you better stand clear
this brain is a bear
My heart is a cave (and you)
You're tryin to fix me (you're the winter)
But my brain is a bear
and my heart is a cave
and you're the fucking winter
and now it's time to sleep
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