1. |
Snooze Bar
04:36
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I am just trying to buy into something
That’s led me for ten years to find faith in nothing
The fact of failure is the gift that keeps giving
But guaranteed mortality won’t keep me from living
These houses we live in hold pathways to riches
but we choose to blaze trails with ideal and chain mail
Artists of Attrition fight guerrilla Mission
There’s no Solace for the Insane
I’m an airy static character
Born in the quaint decade that we started to decay
War torn state of an enigmatic fate
We are seen as little more than fair weather
But birds of the same feather burn together
So monsieur saboteur, you title contender
Return to sender
Bridge:
We’ll Follow the swallow
The castle is our grave
These ladders don’t matter
If ascendance won’t be made
Chorus:
Sick of the same game
The only son ever played
The record is starting to
skip to conclusions
The snooze bar it will not save
a dream that is found incomplete
by pleat we will sew
>Bridge
>Chorus
No hand outs
No free lunch
Just wake work eat sleep hustle rinse wash repeat
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2. |
Feeding Tube
03:37
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Put pen to the check to sign
For digitized insecticide
Where pain and disdain is publicized
and privacy is a puppets lie
Force fed man’s new best friend
no chance, you won’t repent
Endorse the master, don’t comprehend
Sober and willing to over extend
The universe will lose to Kipple
The garbage overtakes us all
The is no climbing from the fall
Discard the brain, the mind is feeble
Lamenting Schizophrenia
in a voiceless new millennia
Bridge:
Nobody goes to space anymore
The rovers on mars are hubs for internet shopping
New stock catalogs replacing soft core porno
Posting pictures to the web of exit wounds in their torso
Chorus:
So eat, drink, and be Marion Barry
and when shit gets hairy, know tomorrow we all die
And when in doubt just buy, buy, buy
to fill the void in your heart as you reach for the sky
It’s like this, it’s the end of the world
You get a lotta people lost as the branches unfurl
Your Facebook friends won’t be next to your bed,
I hear there’s really shitty wifi six feet under the world
Verse:
Connect to gain effect
Eyes pry, denied request
Credit limit you can not cheat
But still get lost in the double speak
Big brother’s a three in card
No Love Culture is avant garde
Steve Job’s splitting atoms and Eves
iTunes killed the record sleeve
Save face and write off as parti pris
It’s time to bid the drug adieu
I’m pulling out the feeding tube
At night we type, we sit here lifeless
There’s so much more these hands can do
So what the hell is stopping you?
Bridge:
Swipe the plastic, it’ll be okay
we’ll all live to buy another day
and the iPhone 2000 is what’s up next
to stoked to notice the neighbor bleeding out on your doorstep
>Chorus
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3. |
Basements R Us
04:54
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DIY, stolen street sign
One held high, greatest Defy
Come on in, catalyst
Left alone the wounds will fester
we’ll go nowhere despite the effort
our time is thin, violent
We lost the war, shit, lost the battle
still refuse to herd like cattle
It’s time to salt the fields they sew
Forget the rule to keep your distance
if you hear this, you’re the resistance
Like 50 fucked up faces throwin’ fists up in the basement
Bridge:
Down and trodden down below
Subterranean freak show
forget everything that you know
smash the walls for room to grow
We’re pariah, we are casteless
this is our battle of Manassas
Remember this
Then throw a fist
Chorus
(We cannot die)
They’ll try to come get us but we’ll hold the line
(this is our time)
The clubs and stadiums are the greatest lie
(we were never inside)
Forever unlettered
(This basement’s alive)
Never forget her
Verse:
Pet
Animal
Pest
Whore
Bought
Sold
Fucked
Bored
>bridge
>chorus
>bridge
>chorus x2
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4. |
I Am Hiphop
01:10
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Emcee
and DJ
and BBoy
and Spraypaint
Lifestyle, brotherhood
Daylight is day by day
but you puking emcees are a dozen a dime,
your shitty club bangers are not worth my Time
Chorus:
I am hiphop
Verse:
Slayed cyphers make up our everyday
Emptied out spray cans will show us the way
Our feet in a top rock say what we can’t say
Scratch that vinyl to shreds, now let us pray
I am hiphop
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5. |
Confer With Peterson
04:36
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Open sign
simplified flashing lights
blind and take over the mind
Advocate and facilitate
to obliterate the credit score
tonight
Bridge:
This American dream plenty tree
will bring us to our cracked and wounded knees
So bring the tea and tree to me
it’s all this afterthought will ever need
Chorus:
This unit doesn’t have any soul anymore
Hive mind is deprived of ideological spore
This movement doesn’t have any soul anymore
The time for time to take it’s time is bored
Verse:
Commemorate the lingered taste
of bitter hate in me
call it intrigue
Down the fate of those you hate
if you don’t wanna medicate
then dial 3
>Bridge
>Chorus
Change:
I’m on my bed
Life is pretend
Am I just dreaming?
Check my pulse again
I might be dead
I am just living
I’m on my bed
Time to descend
Am I still breathing?
Check my pulse again
I might be dead
I am just living
It’s a lot like thriving
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6. |
Primitive Marshall
05:46
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The sands
Aband
Unconstrained by spacial properties of land
Alive
for time
to be here, to be determined by falling sand
Bridge:
Crass graf toying with the mind
Rattled up inside
The burners, they will never beautify
Gray paint’s starting to dry
Each second’s faster than the last
The months start ticking past
Her second hand smokes the other two that track
Lost time that won’t come back
Chorus:
Wake
Eviscerate
The notions that I’m just another ugly face
Brake
Emanate
I leak black blood in an attempt to innovate
Fate
To deviate
Compressing vast thought like overstressed vertebrate
Dig
Inseminate
Find peace in chaos
No forcing, just elevate
Verse:
Inside
My mind
my vision lessens but each day I am less blind
To fate
and state
of all things that wish to be subvert to due time
>bridge
>chorus
My existence is a perfect
example of man’s duality
Become uncomfortably
familiar with my impending mortality
>bridge
>chorus
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7. |
MPDG
04:27
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I’m sick of six sorries inside of seven
while still picking sides
I mentioned ascension,
her verbal hiding turned losing her mind
Once bled behind 7 Eleven
Brainsickness bleeds from her eyes
Manic pixie dream girl
went from biding time to just getting by
Chorus:
There’s so much more
There’s so much more
I chase the allure of mi amor
When life is a whore
and love’s a bore
There’s so much more
There’s so much more
I chase the allure of mi amor
When is a bore
and love’s a chore
Verse:
I’m sick of six sorries inside of seven
I’m through shifting blue
This dull boring lecture has lost it’s message
so search for a clue
I measure the distances
between love and lawlessness
and found that one with the other
Is what will tear it in two
Frustrate unabated
While you await the belated
He’s disinclined, matte, and faded
He waits, he’s taking his time
I’m sick of six sorries inside of seven
While still picking sides
Manic pixie dream girl
I’m less than seconds from braking the bind
>Chorus
>Chorus
You lost your raft
Swimming against the river
Don’t hold your breath
You’re probably not gonna make it
You lost your raft
Swimming against the river
Don’t hold your breath
Let your lungs fill with water
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8. |
Ohwell
06:35
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And now I’ve come to terms
With bridges I have burned
And I’ll gracefully
Laugh myself off to sleep
Again
I’m now I’m used to this hell
But wonder what she’ll do with that empty shell
Ohwell
Ohwell
And now he hurts her again
Even though they are just friends
She chokes and tries to pretend
That there’s an end
Again
And now she’s weak in the knees
Nobody hears her pleas
She lives in a mental cell
Ohwell
Ohwell
Chorus:
Ohwell
Verse:
And I’m not trying to sell
This thought that I could’ve done better
all by myself
but hell, that would be swell
She smiles and looks back at me
Now tell me what could this mean
but on the thought do not dwell
Ohwell
Ohwell
>Chorus
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