1. |
Sub Basement
03:04
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sub basement.
i told myself
it would never be like this
however every winter
it gets harder than i can figure
i rise before the sun
even in the early summer darkness
overcome by the quiet
raging in my mind.
everyone’s an addict
lying for the quick fix
we rationalize our habits
we have to be assholes to exist
fireworks humor brooklyn
while chemicals work the veins
the last six were gun shots
but no one left here knows his name
light works into my window
fire works its magic on my brain
sirens swarm exploding streets
as colors bloom and drain
everybody’s loaded
this is a misfit's game
falling on the tracks
waiting on a black train
that's moving too fast
to carry me back
home
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2. |
Prison System
03:03
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prison system.
money makes these walls
and wanting locks us down
need was just the first crime
guilty by our own mouths
and the landlord's the warden now
everyone up cause the lawyers sold us out
justice must have already left town
headed for the hamptons singing
save your goddamned selves
money bought their gods
insuring us against our flaws
they take the lead until we get lost
leaving us for dead
after we've paid them for the plot
under pressure and breaking rocks
under the sun out in the work yard
i am hammering with all i've got
everytime i crack i harden up
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3. |
Lien On Me
04:23
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lien on me.
i know what i am doing
don’t think i don’t laugh myself to sleep
this building took the first swing
i took to drinking in the streets
i make up these awful mantras
and sing myself right back to sleep
dragging everybody else down dreaming
about how i will win the lottery eventually
i can’t slow down, i can’t move on
too many years i’ve spent out on my own
i can’t say stop, but i can’t do love
i can’t live in a house with so many moving walls
i don’t know why i’m going down now
i'm giving my all but nothing's coming back around
this building will grind up every one of us for ground
and when there's nothing left the landlords drive us out
i make up these awful mantras
and sell them in the streets
harder than stone and sinking like a bible
i tried to be good but survival is
survival
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4. |
Sans
04:00
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sans.
another day out here in the great extinction
the human race around a prison system
i'll be ok if i can keep on drinking
and blur the universe back to oblivion
i do my best out here in double vision
dizzy through the suicide city ruin
they climb till they fall
and take us all down with them
to the bottoms of our bottles
and the holes we've been digging them
i work in reverse
tending my zen garden of end blossoms
until i understand why everything has to hurt
ozymandius stands in the sands of history
and the winds have erased the face of a king
man moved on with the mother of industry
machining a means to reject responsibility
another day in the great extinction
the human race around a broken system
i'll be ok if i can keep on drinking
and blur the universe back to oblivion
between these commercial storms
we don't see the billboards change
time is just a worm
inching through my brain
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5. |
Other Earths
03:25
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other earths.
i've been sleeping later lately
i drift out through inner spaces
everybody to an orbit
separated but we're circling the same storm drain
this is a different phase
i am the moon lost every day
this is the bed that i've made
sinking alone out in gravesend bay
i am under the tundra
old enough to lie alone in my silence
not say a word
and let you try to set the ground on fire
i've been asleep but i am waking
i stand up though i still feel a little shaky
my mind is off somewhere stargazing
i dream of other earths out there waiting for me
white ladders of morning light
roll down through the open holes
between the ties above broadway
the m shudders through the cold overhead
and all the people in the streets down below
raise their speaking voices
i am under the tundra
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