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Isolationist
03:27
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disguised in a paper hat
dragged to another side
I am an isolationist
ownership is pornography
and senses always take a side
I am a malignant cyst
I am an isolationist
I am an isolationist
becoming smaller than small
fit correctly in the wall
I am an isolationist
I am an isolationist
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The Ambassador
02:57
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the ambassador is in the embassy
he is with the ones that take care of me
the masked men in the library
they're masked men in the library
here, take this bottle
place a kiss on my cheek
set it on fire
you're in jail in a week
the ambassador dances in the ballroom
with the ones that take care of me
makes love in the library
in that back room of the embassy
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The girl with the white hair
passed out in the corner of an Irish bar
with a company car
to take her far away
from the eyes of the guys that stare her in the ground
to the edge of their boneless spines
and fake their way around
Where did you lose your glasses?
Where did your youth go?
Did you take it in your snout?
Did your mouth begin to spout...
uncontrollably?
She is an over thinker
It's okay, we don't mind.
At least she is thinking
about something all the time
The squeaking of the street signs
sounds like jazz to us
Most moments are so silent
some are just as loud as dust
In her chemical mouth and song
In her spitting and hateful frown
Where did you lose your glasses?
Where did your youth go?
Did you take it in your snout?
Did your mouth begin to spout...
uncontrollably?
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Left Handed Breathing
04:01
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Left handed breathing
Tambourine hands
March to the guns
To the side of ones
Right brained thinking
Responsible for a part
Making this impossible
Oh, humble beginnings
Of a battle falsely fought
Hand over your ideals
To the collective melting pot
Everyone together now
Slowly breath in the air
That chokes off the confusion
Equals out all the cares
High brained - higher art
Than the people that think of it
Are you telling me
This is the way it has to be?
Highly trained youth culture
Fight for nothing at all
The eyes go back into
The back of their heads
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The Great Experiment
02:59
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The Great Experiment
Devised in time
With head through the divine
And finger through the eye
Sci-fi adventure violence
In the heart of the midwest
With bullet though your brain
And laser through your chest
With a mouthful of pleasantries
Begging for existence on your knees
The Great Experiment
Is what you're sure you thought
You've got what you've got
Everyone got shot
Like a word that sounds a like
Like a word that you don't like
The Great Experiment
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Emily Fucking Post
03:01
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An empty suit of people skin
And trained actors
A video on repeat
Shooting an empty mouth
Over and over again
All the head wounds
And their shinny shoes
How sweet it is to be loved by you
Question every movement
Things you love the most
The ghost of Emily fucking Post
A giant Englishman
With towering teeth
A cassette on repeat
A menacing smile
A mouthful of bile
Spitting up again
Corporate America
And your shinny shoes
How sweet it is to be loved by you
Yes I realize the things you love the most
The ghost of Emily fucking Post
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