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1. |
The Stranger
06:47
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Well I’m a shit talker and a shameless mocker
And I'm just a cool bastard I just wanna get plastered
I’ve got no motivation I’m just one hesitation
I couldn’t care less where I’m going
I’m like that stone cold stranger who got hold of a gun
Walking on the beach under the beat of the sun
Looking for the first man that I come upon
I’ll put five bullets in his body
I’m an orbiting stone
I’m an arm of an arm
An eye watching as time goes on and on and on and on…..
I wonder what can I change
By just watching the rain
Through eyes like broken window panes
And if my soul was flayed bare to the filth of the air
I don’t know if I could bring myself to care
And then you said
“Hey!” I think I’d say that you had it made
You’d think it would have been enough but no
Dissatisfied, and tried, hung out to die!
Oh I hope you’re ready to pay!
I wonder why I should be grateful for this life that I lead?
It’s just a claustrophobic pit with dust and ashes to breathe
And you want me to regret that it’s my time to leave
But I couldn’t care less where I’m going
And yet now that it comes to it I think I can say
That there may have been a time I had a reason to stay
I had my eyes on the horizon and to something I prayed
Wasn’t it beautiful to live?
I’m a liquified soul being poured from its bowl
Down the vortical hole gaping wide below
Which god to invoke to stop this strangling choke
Won't you just give me the punch line to this cosmic joke?
Because now I know this: there’s neither horror nor bliss
In Death’s disinterested kiss why try to resist?
Well I’m not gonna give you any satisfaction no.
I know that you all want to hear me scream!
While you watch me stumble to my guillotine
But guess what? I’m being set free
I’ve made my peace.
Now back to the beginning
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2. |
Persephone
04:24
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Death begets death!
Our dark mother
And her shriveled womb
Is fertile as a mass grave
Yes she loves you
She wants you so bad
Her incestuous desire
You’ve never seen something so fucked up
In all your life.
Give me more time!
Death my sweet mother
Oh, where is thy sting?
I asked her without any fear
Until she hissed and whispered “here”
I’m not ready
I’ve got so much to do
Never finished what I started
Now behold all things are made new
Who do you think you are
You think you’re some kind of movie star?
We’re all in this atrocity
So you aren’t any better than me
You pretentious little shit
You are looking to get hit
Oh shall I bow before you sire?
In the court of the Great Equalizer?
Want to hear something funny?
Hilarious? Absurd?
We’re all going to hang
On Mother’s every word
Respiratory cycle of breath
It’s reciprocal to this circle of death
Breathe
Breathe in the bad air
Don’t grieve
You’ve got no time to despair
Firstborn of creation
Firstborn of the dead
Let us drink the wine
Let us eat the bread
All this talk about life and death
I know it makes me seem depressed
And perhaps I’m a little obsessed
It’s one of maybe five subjects
Which is able to arrest
My undivided interest
Mother I’m trying to behave
When I go to my bed
Will you tuck me in my grave?
Please swallow this pill
Imagine if you will
This promise of an ending ever unfulfilled
A world without any war
Still rotten to the core
I’m willing to bet it’d be a colossal bore
I heard
They put chemicals in our food
To regulate mortality
Cuz the overarching oligarchs
Fear for the economy
Signs for the end in the beginning
We’ve been drafted for a war
That we know we won’t be winning
The womb was a tomb
Death was in the bloom
It should be obvious to you
But to reiterate we’re doomed
It may be hard to hear
And it may be kinda shitty
To know like everybody else
You won’t be rotting pretty
We’re all headed for a gurney
I don’t care what they tell you
The destination
Is more real the journey
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3. |
At the Crossroads
04:13
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I’m the king of things
And the lord of hordes
A vessel of bloodiest wrath.
Traveler of the broken path
Reigning at the crossroads of misfortune.
Destined to suffer like some unredemptive Christ.
Echo chamber of grief of grief of grief
Resounding lonely off the walls
Grey tones longing dimly down the halls
For belief’s relief relief
How did I come to my throne?
Ruling empty halls of stone
Sitting robed and crowned alone
Surrounded by the whispers of the ghosts of everyone I've ever known
I just want to go
Back to the past
Oh I want to be naive
Don't want to know what I know
I just want to believe
Are you there now are you there now
A shadow on the floor?
Ebbing inklike black
Beneath the crack under the door
My son my son
Oh Absalom!
Lover and liver of your life
Master of your own demise
Can you stand in the void?
Who can stand in the void?
The ashen remains of all you once enjoyed
Can you stand in the void?
Who could stand in void?
Laughing in the ruins of everything you've destroyed
I just want to go
Back to the past
Oh I want to be naive
Don't want to know what I know
I just want to believe
Please Father do not crush me.
In your hands of whitest bone
Please don’t leave me stranded
To walk these shadowlands alone.
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4. |
Man in the Moon
04:46
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There everyone must die
Reflections in my eyes
Flashing lights of lives
Under the sun
Here I can be alone
Away from flesh and bone
The weary groans of those
Under the sun
And all the while here I am
The man in the moon singing to them
With words as empty as a promised prayer
And with my glib mouth and hollow stare
I proclaim peace and goodwill to men
Not even the divine wind can touch me here
And when the world is burning with a lunatic fear
I need simply fly on dark wings of delusion
To the moon where I can make silent observations
In the safety of the sea of tranquility
Where only the mind exists
Looking down down down on a bloody kingdom
Down to the smoke and squalor of real life
While I live my own in third person
They sing to me yeah
Hey man in the moon
Are you coming down soon
To light up this dark world with your dim reflection
Hey man in the moon
Who are you to assume
We’re not headed in the right direction
Hey man in the moon
From your high lofty gloom
Are you laughing or crying or screaming?
Lost
In orbit round the sun
You and I are one
Tethered fast by cords of gravity
Reach
Hands like waves outstretched to me
Bring me down to see
A world of pain and joy under the sun
I’ll leave my deathmask behind the shroud
The man in the moon coming down through the clouds
To drink the blood of the earth from the muddy ground
Hearing strangled cries and broken laughing sounds
I’ll wait for peace and goodwill to men
They sing to me yeah
Hey man in the moon
Are you coming down soon
To light up this dark world with your dim reflection
Hey man in the moon
Who are you to assume
We’re not headed in the right direction
Hey man in the moon
From your high lofty gloom
Are you laughing or crying oh
They sing to me yeah
Hey man in the moon
Are you coming down soon
To light up this dark world with your dim reflection
Hey man in the moon
Who are you to assume
We’re not headed in the right direction
Hey man in the moon
From your high lofty gloom
Are you laughing or crying or screaming?
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5. |
Cain
04:15
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My name is Cain
Grave grower of grain
unable to remain the same
Evening child odd son of pain
Unwanderlusting lost listless in the rain
Lost or found
Is a matter of perspective
I tread this cursed ground
Uttering muttered invectives
Just gotta capitulate
Gotta self manipulate
Marked murderer martyred and damned
I am that I am
Now here unfolded grimed and creased
Lie my bolded bastard blind beliefs
Born of unholy union of the profound and profane
Comfort and fear seared sorrow and shame
Vain red blood spilling from blue veins
Pale I'm impaled atop a broken weathervane
Scarecrow under the fair glow
Of the rosy fingered dawn
Let me face the eastern morning
All ye pilgrims heed this warning
Take note and move on
My baby brother's blood is calling up from the ground
I thought I'd buried him so deep that he'd never be found
A moment realizing that I couldn't turn it around
I didn't kill him oh my God You know That it couldn't have been me!
Down in the earth in the grave he's still bleeding
Watering the grapes of wrath
Oh these world weary seedlings
That look in his eyes of surprise maybe pleading
Why is life so very goddamn long!
Timshel
You might as well
Get yourself
A head start on hell
Timshel
I might as well
Save myself
A spot in hell
I've wandered through this earth for about ten thousand years
Give or take a few I don't know
How long I've been here
Waiting patiently for death though I'm still dripping with fear
Oh how much longer do I have to stay?
Timshel
You might as well
Get yourself
A head start on hell
My brain is strained
Vague feeling of pain
Unable to recall my name
Staring at my hands all scarred and stained
How long have I been standing in the rain?
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6. |
Love's Revolving Door
03:56
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You've got some yes and no no notions
About how you want things to go
But darling just because you say it doesn't make it so
You gotta get used to disappointment
Late dates canceled appointments
I'm your case in point
Wait up let me roll this joint
You say you wanna leave me
But babe you better believe me
There ain't nobody but me
That will see what I see
In you oh ain't it romantic?
Don't get hysteric or frantic
I'm not perfect granted
But I'm all that you got
And I say nothing stops
We've been through this before
But you'll never walk out that door
Because all I gotta do
Is show some interest in you
Pretend to listen when you speak
And your knees will get weak
And I smile and I nod
And "oh my god, my man he understands."
Sit down a spell
Remember how much like hell
It was when you were alone
So keep the light on I'll be home
At two or three
Don't have to wait up for me
You know that I love you right?
Well then I'll see you tonight
Oh and babe can I borrow a hundred dollars
The way I see it my darling dearest
Is that you came to me you hear this?
You came looking for ME!
Well here I am!
I've got all you need in a man.
What that's not enough for you?
I'm no longer enough for you?
Babe, I love you don't you see?
Don't turn your back on me
I'm talking to you
I'm drunk? Hah! I wish I was
You pathetic bitch
You got a man without which
You'd be nothing you hear me?
Nothing!
With a few more drinks
Just maybe I think
I could have a sense of humor about your goddam whining!
Oh for the love of Christ
All you want is a fight
Well alright then
You fat bulimic dry heaving
Nah, you know what I'm leaving
Give me the keys. I said give me the Keys puh-lease
Am I driving? Of course I'm driving
Hey, are you seriously crying?
We've been through this before
But you'll never walk out that door
Because all I gotta do
Is show some interest in you
Pretend to listen when you speak
And your knees will get weak
And I smile and I nod
And "oh my god, my man he understands."
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7. |
Joy of the Morning
07:38
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The joy of the morning comes
Seeps and creeps into my window
Greens and yellows consume the grey
Sunblade shaven shadows drawn
Away
God is in His Heaven
And all is right with the world
The doubts of the night
Everything’s gonna be alright
I'm living in the land of the sun
“Don't worry you're still young”
Gonna get up and have some fun
After all, why not?
The weatherman said that it’d be hot
Is there something wrong with sun today?
Would you say it looks somehow further away?
Oh just forget it!
It’s just a passing feeling
Don’t let it
Take away from the newness of the hour
Flowered, now, glowered,
doured, soured, and devoured
Lost lost lost.
At the beginning of the day
Lying in the dark
The time is 3:45
Every time it changes
I’m a little less alive
I lie down to sleep each night.
Alone in my mind
And all the hours I lie still
The time is mine and mine to kill
Every tick of the clock an unheeded warning.
I’m a dead man resurrecting
Less and less every morning
And nothing now that I have been told
Is anything I haven’t known
For all the things I’ve learned
I’ve never grown
What the hell is wrong with me
Because I detest myself
But they tell me drugs can help
And I hope that they’re right
Cuz these side effects fucking bite
The blue one’s for the sleepless nights
And the white one’s for your lowered sex drive
The lithium keeps you neither low nor high
And this black one can give you meaning to your life
They tell me I’m gonna wish I was young
Oh God how I wish that I wished I was young
But I don’t I wish I was old
So I could feel the heat
For an understanding of the cold
Now I’m a scream inside a bottle
I’m graffiti in a frame
I’m clean I’m calm I’m happy I’m tame
These children of the morning
For whom Death has no meaning
Ask me where do you want to go son?
Where do you want to go?
I tell them anywhere but here
Anywhere but here
Hey have you heard news?
I’m still dazed and confused
After all this time
What a huge surprise
I can’t stop thinking of you
You’re the only one I’m talking to
When I look through dirty windows
At a soiled summer sky here I go again
Remember at your place
That last time I saw your face
You spoke about your faith
Touting love and grace
You made a liar out of me
When I said maybe I could believe
You didn’t believe yourself
Now the story is you fell
But everybody knows that’s not true
I was always the last to know
Where your mind would go
But what my world is coming to
Has nothing to do with you
The joy of the morning comes
But I’m not some chosen one
Nothing’s really wrong
Because God is in His Heaven
So they say
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8. |
The Burning Coal
05:20
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I was born in the wrong century
I’ve got an old soul
Least that’s what they tell me
I ate the burning coal
I’ve got a prophet’s heart
I’m set apart
For a certain role
I’m not here
I’m above it all
Pay
Pay to play
Get’s you an entire day
With Sasha Grey
Lay her down
Pass her around
Nothing’s off the menu
Everything’s allowed
Her value fluctuates with markets
But she’s priced by the pound
We are flushed from our pleasures
We lust after new leisures
Millions of mirrors peer out of our pockets.
Inject me with the latest viral video
My offending right eye
Let it rot from its socket
I’ll camp out all night on the filthy sidewalk
I’m twelfth in a line that triples round the block
One more 14% APR for a
subscription service to life.
I've got the deathly hallows tattooed on my arm
A dream catcher on my thigh to protect me from harm
Designing an identity
Stamping a brand
So when I go to heaven God knows
Who’s cash cow I am
GoFind me some seed money I'll help you grow
Guarantee we can increase your SEO
Exhume consume
Drink down the fumes
Blue bottle flies swarming around our heads
Towing advertising banners to help you get ahead
Bring on the locusts
Fighting for your focus
Our ziggurat rises high
In a circuit board sky
Can't keep my metaphors straight
I've got content to create
The latest click bait
Why don’t you watch me masturbate?
Haven't you seen haven't you heard
Our value shall be quantified by Google ad words
Blubber my troubles to the motherboard
I’ll bleed gleeful on my keyboard
My wounds won’t be ignored
Let them fester in the call-out culture
I’m a social justice vulture
I'm no joke I'm woke I'm proud
I’ll live forever in the cloud
I’ll spread my legs bare my heart gape my brain
Hardwire me by the veins
I’m caught rapturously hung by these threads
Grandstand resplendent on my bed
Waiting for the Crawlers to feast upon me
On the world wide web
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A few hours after dark
Under the shadows cast in the Olympic Sculpture park
There was a stutter mumblin’ man
Asked me if I had a dollar man?
With which to buy a happy meal
It’s not my place to judge
How could I turn down his unhappy appeal?
Sometimes they just need a little nudge
To get them back on track
Radiate positivity,
The Universe always gives back
Ya know what I mean?
Ya gotta give to get love
Do your best and that’s enough
Can I get a witness?
Amen
I’m handsome, well adjusted, I leave a good impression
I want the validation of a clinical depression
I think I’ve got it but I’m too poor to go
To the doctor so I guess I’ll never know.
I’m so well read, you know I wish I was dead
I’d put a bullet in my head, check out my existential dread
Staring out windows
Over rooftops
Perusing my Nietzsche
In the coffee shop
I’ve Dublined through Ulysses
Wept in Infinite Jest
Got Billy Shakes in a boxset
I’ve sailed through the Tempest
I need fuel for my fire,
And paint for my art
Give me pain is the refrain,
Oh please break my heart
Listen to my sighs
Desperation’s quiet cries
I can’t sleep
I’m deep
Oh I’m a sensitive soul
Someone please come make me whole
Got so much to give
You don’t even know
I’m a loner not some groaner
Not a moaner who needs your pity
“I’m so ugly”
“no you’re not, I think that you are really pretty”
Want a little sympathy notice me
Want to be admired
An activist, a terrorist, philanthropist
My words inspired
Don’t forget me please just let me
Join your club and be a member
All Hail Moloch diabolic
Deity of flaming embers
Graffiti greed
I’ll spread my seed
I have the need to
Be remembered
I’ll take a horse drawn hearse
A eulogy in verse
Let me be first
In the Kingdom of Heaven
I’ll be a serial killer
An immutable pillar
Of evil on the earth
Spark of Armageddon
Constantly hoping for tragedy to strike
There’s no one that I love
That I wouldn’t sacrifice
For a few more minutes in the spotlight
Give me cancer, give me fame
I need an answer, I need a name
I’m unique I’m the alien
I’ve got mystique, I’m fucking radiant
Remember me remember me remember….
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