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Guilt Free Guilt
01:46
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The working pleasant
the fortune few
heads upon the fences
of the me and you
Art destroys the soul
for more than you should know
but the gangs of only ones
can wear your all your blood
Share the weight
and credit that you debt
eat the excesses
that you tend to forget
forget the future
guilt free guilt
resist it evenly
and forget what you've built
made up make up
to cover up those scars
old women dressed in dollar bills
taking what is ours
the sign of the time
is people vultures
with barcode for eyes
in a bankrupt culture
share the wear
and guilt free guilt
consume every inch
of excesses you built
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Bring me the head of little Queenie
then drink up all the thoughts that kill me
hear the cracking of spines under your nose
and feel the places where nobody goes
please bring me the head of anyone
that breaks my line of sight
Turns out that we see
each moment as it comes to be
the sadness of no one
means nothing for the rest of us
the greatest of the great depressions
stop from a deep sleep to - break you in bed
take what I need and leave the rest in your head
leave you thoughtless and cross-eyed for a time
the greatest of the great depressions
bleed for everyone
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We Are The Elite
04:30
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I bought you this cherished
To be worshipped and forgotten
Seek them cold
Undersell your soul
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Turn around
See what you mean
The sketches of your body bought and sold
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We believe that living is free
but the cost of dying is untold
(chorus)
we are the elite
we believe
we are the elite
we tend to believe
we are the elite
are the elite
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privacy is perverted
and all the words that it conveys
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turn into some type of monster
before you learn to cope with it
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we believe that living is free
most selfishly
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(chorus)
we tend to believe
we are the elite
we always believe
we are the elite
They don't know how to convey
all the places... they'd thought you go
we believe we are untouchable
and you haven't seen the last of us
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we believe most selfishly
we are the elite
we believe that living is free
but the cost of dying is untold
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4. |
I Am The Audience
04:19
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Aftermarket
in the whispering wind
slowly walking around
with my hands on my back
long meditation
and meditation while floating
it's aftermarket
in the whispering wind
We grew this:
I am the audience
and so can you
We knew this:
“I am the audience”
we are all the audience
After the time
just sit on the floor
adore each other
it'll be ok
after a time
speak into the microphone
speak out loud and clear
so this is it?
this the lonely life
I welcome it
and all the time we fight
staring at the sea
staring at my feet
make me a place to be
inside this insanity
A box left open
on isolation day
this a place to be
this is a place for me
this is a place to be
this is a day for me
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Transhumanist
03:41
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Started in the world
this ghost is alone
and now there's endless voices
singularity, transcend biology
flew on wings you lifted
birth born before gifted
walking lighter as if
this air were righty fitted
Wrapped up in myth
where scar turns to fist
chalk white knuckles
gripped isolationist
Trans-Humanist
and when life won't end
our better angles start to pretend
that they hold life so precious
after all, it's quite humorous
Leave a note to nothing
that everyone can read
floating among the clouds
spreading millions of digital seeds
Wrapped up in myth
where scar turns to fist
chalk white knuckles
gripped isolationist
Trans-Humanist
of circuitry and skin
and translucent sin
which is born within
which is born within
Started in the way
to the big ole earth
flew on a fake rebirth
drew in pixels and dirt
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I do suppose I sound something like a small flute
being played through a garden hose
I'd venture a guess - I’m a giant child
of a bird in a little tin can
The advantages of being a big man
It’s great doing what you can - somewhere,
New English can't command
An element, something to forget
like air you never see - but feel so violently
So loud that it's deafening
so much that makes you feel so numb
yes, it's dumb and you can't forgive yourself...
...you can't forgive yourself
for seeing everything and everyone as themselves
...you can't forgive yourself
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