1. |
Shredder
03:43
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Clung to mom in the store,
the t-shirt I had on, I always seemed to wear
Better days when "why" was on my shirt, my tongue, my mind
Better days when "why" was on...
Now I'm studying that glass bead game
we designed when time was all for us
to take it as a test, if you feel like it
(something like)
chess but more intricate
Something like waiting for
Freedom from his years of
Consideration
Who was sold to
All of you ought to
Give thanks to the latest
Paradigm where
Those who bother to
Take what you started and live it
We honestly came highly regarded at
Solving these things
Our latest problems from
centuries ago
Unwritten instructions from
A time of nowhere
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2. |
So Socio
01:15
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Shredder's so socio
and thats so hard to say
I didn't want to be
didn't want to be a man
Woaaah woaahhhh.....
And howler's got no gender
and a missing face
C-A-T-H-why'd you try to swim
you know you can't, you're in the deep end...
Woaaah woaahhhh.....
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3. |
URAMAGICIAN
01:44
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4. |
Whose Absinthe Is This?
04:30
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when you said the sea was read
the moon peeled back
on the bed crept doubt
Islands without
Our rafts
Our wood
would you?
When you said the womb was cold
heads on mice
we wilt like waves
be bottomless
Our rafts
our wood
would you
(the sound it stills)
sensum slowly slicing your eye
I cant remember a place where a sense of self resides
vision blinding, flight from the sky
no I, drunk with the absinthe mind
sitting between the pig and the prick
we see you, we see you zoellick
sitting between the pig and the prick
we're closing in zoellick
when you said the sea was red
on the bed crept doubt
when you said the womb was cold
we wilt like waves
(the sound it stills)
sensum slowly slicing your eye
I cant remember a place where a sense of self resides
vision blinding, flight from the sky
no I, drunk with the absinthe mind
disparity reeks of fucking slime
scores of revolving doors expanding their bottom line
lets expose the anti zen
the men who pose as righteous
only when lucrative to them
the cycle stretches over bested men
and raps around until their dead
and stepping on anothers neck
we spoil his wife, we steal his breath
and if you wonder what comes next...
and stepping on anothers neck
we spoil his wife, we steal his breath
and if you wonder what comes next...
just take a look, the cycle stretches over bested men
Until their DEAD
Until their DEAD
Until their DEAD
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5. |
Cathy
03:31
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CAAAAATTTTHHHHYYY!!!
V-I-S-ULIZE
bloody french fries
an edible vegetable
at the bottom of the pool
C-A-T-H-Y
undead fetish
magic eye kind of life
its out of focus but somethings right…
Burried like a bone with cheese expression
I dug your putty face and melting complexion
I see your fondu figure at the deep end
and meditate on if you'll sink or swim
Just another piece I'll be perfect
you're like a fucking toy i want to turn you off
Just another fix its so worth it
you're like a fucking toy i want to turn you off
you're like a fucking toy you really turn me on
I took my time exploring your revisions
I always figured you'd take this far out
You're carelessly contracting adaptations
relations with yourself are slippery at best
can you see it
Just another piece I'll be perfect
you're like a fucking toy i want to turn you off
Just another fix its so worth it
you're like a fucking toy i want to turn you off
you're like a fucking toy you really turn me on
Magic eye life
It is out of focus but somethings right…
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6. |
Interlude
01:26
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7. |
Seamonster
02:07
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through O's on lobes marked with facepaint
runs the grain on the door
that hides my keep
there's less danger here
where there's no room to grow
I need flow
Kill my ego and hang it up
end this cycle and start with love
Corporate vitamins won't save you
lions cage from google street view
Most of my best clothes have worn thin
I think its time for a change
but I'm alright
I don't want to stale in green
Im too old
I don't want to plant my feet
I'll catch cold
Stillness is the speak I tune into
but my hearing's weak so its muffled peace
ahhh peace....
Cyber psychos see me, see you
see my life through google street view.
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8. |
Howler
04:34
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9. |
WLRS
02:24
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You are the walruses my friends
you've got chop sticks in your teeth
Its always seemed you're overdressed for this occasion
Aquatic confrontations
But I know you'll say
"Fuck the Walrus"
You don't wanna be a business man in a business suit
with a hot wife too in a business suit
because I know you've got some walrus shit to do...
Because I am the Walrus
Chopsticks in my teeth
seems as though im overdressed for this occasion
Aquatic confrontation
Fuck the Walrus
I want to be a business man in a business suit
with a hot wife too in a business suit
but I guess I've got some walrus shit to do...
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