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Misoneism
00:28
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I'm not suicidal, but where's that booze?
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2. |
Midwit Bruiser
04:08
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You must really think you're special,
You're the first to figure out, so let's all
Bow down and worship you just like the God you so viscously claim to hate.
I don't wanna be you,
Though I imagine you already knew.
You try to tell us how the poor all think,
But you've never gone a day without food or drink.
Bitter disdain is naught but a pain,
Take every chance to explain
How we should all be the same.
With a smoke-parched tongue,
You spit into my eye.
Oh, what a crime that I may look to the sky.
Oh, what a crime that I may look to the sky.
Oh, what a crime that I may look to you and sigh.
Oh, what a crime that I may look to the sky.
Oh, what a crime, that I may look.
If you're a product of the time,
Then perhaps this time, I don't belong.
Shriek about how no one cares for you,
While the myriads nod along.
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3. |
Naught but clay
02:05
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They demand questions
For answers never posed.
And raise their shrieks
For things presupposed.
Inveigh,
And weigh
In on that which doesn't concern.
If it ain't God, don't want it.
My name is clay
And so are you.
From dust we came,
And to dust we shall return.
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5. |
Ghosted
02:24
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6. |
Jigsaw Pollock
00:48
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Complete the picture and nothing will change,
An utter mess of a fixture, a thousand colors worth of range.
Just as sensual together as it is apart,
Chaos abound, some may call it "art".
Try living it for a day...good luck.
I really do care, but I don't give a...
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7. |
Respite
00:48
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I wish to breathe again, truly its been too long,
But what's the point of motor skills when all the drives are gone?
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8. |
Popinjay
01:09
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On full display all the time that you waste,
Even the air you breathe bares distaste.
If I have to listen much longer,
Good God, call me a hearse.
I'm not saying I'm any better...oh, no...
...I'm only saying that you're worse.
Here's the line.
I stand, you'd drown.
None of us are fine,
No one deserves the crown.
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9. |
Sparklingly Vocal
01:15
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Quit with the theatrics,
Vocabu-lyrical hat tricks.
Your words are spun like a Roman javelin
Spearing through my mind.
Dot the i's and accent the t's,
It's like you're tryin' to get rid of me,
But not because you hate...
I'd say you're rather late.
Static and needles to the ears,
It already feels like years.
Just do us a favor and kill the 5k,
Lest the sanity's thrown away.
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10. |
Full-auto maw
03:02
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Cough, cough,
That's your cue to shut off.
Keep lippin' and yappin' as long as you can,
Be guilty of drowning a man on dry land.
You go, and you go, and you go, and you go,
So eager to speak us the words that you know.
X-ray eyes, your brain is ablaze,
Keep pelting my own in the sweltering haze.
With laces loose, one can't run away,
So suffer politely I do as I stay.
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11. |
Infrectro
01:45
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12. |
Oh, wow!
01:02
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So, what do you think?
Tell me, what do you think?
Crikey, the world is messed up.
So, that's what I think.
I say...that's what I think.
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13. |
Third time's the harm
02:18
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Fall to the ways of man,
And I want it all over again.
Always more than a friend,
Thus justifying the end.
Back again for a go,
Another chance for me to know.
Although I feel that I fail to show,
Any evidence that I could grow.
Deep in me it rests its hooks,
It hurts even more the better it looks.
I'm wanting it more, but this is the last,
I simulate now what's left in the past.
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14. |
Jacobin
01:51
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If you're a product of the time,
Then perhaps this time, I don't belong.
Scream about how no one cares for you,
While the myriads nod along.
The moment was like a portrait,
Upon which you just spat.
And with the gall to act surprised,
When the very room bites back.
Chapters and articles, polls abound,
You act like there are so few of you around.
I'll speak for myself, but your spite taints the air,
And I'll know you by sound for thine silence be rare.
...for mine silence beware.
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15. |
Protest Nero
03:20
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Like a mirror, you reflect,
And achieve the same effect.
But it's okay,
Because your light shines brighter than day.
And should I have the gall,
To speak to you your faults,
I'll be the first to fall,
When you stab my heart to a halt.
Oh, the power one wields to call me all the "ists",
Such charm, with the image of a balled up fist.
You're red in the face, and I'm already blue, But it doesn't matter what I say,
Where were you when Nero burnt us all away?
Where were you?
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16. |
No one's home.
02:58
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The lights are on,
But all the bulbs are broke.
Sparks and bolts fly every which way,
I have no idea what I was gonna say.
I bounce to and fro from knowing to not,
Time is but a wave I only merely wish I caught.
Who are you? Better yet, what am I?
I don't got enough hours to figure it out so for now I guess I'm just some guy.
I guess I'm just some guy.
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Zagron
I'm just an ordinary, everyday, completely sane musician, proudly Canadian, hailing from the Great White North!
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