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you're a cold stone blight
on this earth you travel light
ya won't need it you're gonna travel to the stars, right?
to the stars? you're right before the start
missin' parts? just scratch your head and fart
we're get'n dark and you're still where you parked
yeah, to the stars...
you'll miss them by a lot
and you just won't quit
your game is so fucking legit
it's like a rocket ship that's built to travel to the stars
and the propulsion is like nothing we've ever seen
and our dreams will be crushed under the weight of your propulsion
yeah, it's gonna take you into the stars
to the stars!? you're right behind the start!
missing parts? just scratch your head and fart
it's get'n dark and you're still where you parked
yeah, to the stars...
you'll miss them by a lot
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it's the particular scent of your lies
that helped me figure out you're in disguise
no more are we friends of the day
towards the big black ocean we stray
from there to the coffin our trust has been placed
sail away towards the crimson rays
empty vessels sail endlessly
there's no sense at all
you've been very helpful in teaching me why i could never fit into this jigsaw of pride
another opportunity pissed
and to think the ass kissin i've missed
to bread all the butter would be far too rich
save you're pastries for some other bitch
save em for someone who really cares
cus i don't care at all
i don't care at all
i don't care at all
i don't care at all
i don't care at all
i don't care at all
i don't care at all
i don't care at all
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taking a picture of this morning
would rather that it not exist
it's so much more goddamn appealing
running a monstrous tab while dreaming of
an eyesore to deter any curious cats from inviting their eyes to bear unto witness this haggard and shambled life
take it, take it, take it, take a picture for me
i want to see if it's composed well
sho'nuff it's got some flaws still
maybe i'd better try and play dr. fix it!
better grab my tool kit and wield it well
there's a lump that is swellin and fill'n with puss
to drown you and carry you into the beckoning sludge
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every time i'm get'n numb i see yer face
blurred outta instance
pittance for your presence doesn't satiate
my hungry heart ache
ach'n like the stomach you obliterate with yer presence
humbly presentin me with evidence of my vacance.
i'm sitt'n outta this fun
like every other one I was skeptical of
i've been a chump all confined in this dumpy
stinkin' pile of rubbish
oh won't you please go away?
every year it gets a little harder to endure another
surge of raw emotion's a devotion to pain's pitiful penance
prudence really shouldn't burden anymore
we're goin awol
i'd rather run out of steam than putter on endlessly
through these backed up drains
i'll bow away from the stage
there ain't no audience anyway
for this pile of garbage
i told them to get away
and by the time that it took to gather some words the birds wen't extinct and the skies went a'bleak and their beaks that i thought looked so pretty before fell right off of their heads as my ass hit the door
and of all i deplored i became so much more a bizarre single-cell reproducin' some hell and to quell all the flames reproduced in my veins i belittle their names, i belittle their games
another dose of my meddy's
yeah, they're keep'n me steady
and i'm ready to let them devour my head
and of all these memories i don't wanna repeat
i can drink em to sleep, i can drink them asleep
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if you want to be afraid, well go ahead
you can't divert this move'n train from freight'n lead
heavier than a burnt up sun that's drift'n round
a point of exhaustion
a fraudulent auction for whose gonna baby-sit next
you can't escape this bitter fate, this bit of dread
it's an essential part of how were bein' bred
you fit into their slimy mold, or pray you don't
it's viscous and horrid, a nightmarish story
please spare me or please give me death
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through cold and black dimensions i have called my home
i carry burnin souls imprisoned in a tome
i conjure them at will to bear the world with ill
content and damned for
i am the most grim
with chronic face contortion
i lay my axe in hand to bring unending grimness
and death across the land
to invoke lord satan, i sacrifice them young
their blood shall sate my master, with it he'll be reborn
damned for all eternity
for i am most grim
incalculable suffering for er'y night i pray
my blasphemy's unrivaled
to dispute's inane
all the tomb's in egypt couldn't hold my bane
i shall kill you and all things
for i am most grim
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imitate eminence, evidence of a rotten core
hard live'n
when you know you're a bore
a deplorable whore
hard live'n
when you've passed out upon a dirty plunger you wonder
(scractches head)
"...hard live'n? "
when you cut all your ties just to fuck up your life
hard live'n
you must be outta your mind
stragglin' that far behind
out of spite, you invite your despair
another sip from this brew will help a lot to calm you
hold you and end you
can't take up no more time with the living
you're just far, far too busy housesittin'
and when you've lost all your friends
search them out in a can
hard live'n
and if you don't find them there...
try a bit harder, if you dare
hard live'n
you'll find something, i bet
a way to end all regret
hard live'n
you must be out of your time when you recite that line
it's a shame you feel that way
maybe one day you'll agree that it's a crime to waste your life
(but then again)
maybe it's time to fall asleep
greeting the reapers smiling hand to keep
maybe you're all outta shit and luck
maybe you just don't wanna give a fuck
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the cut on your arm looks fine in this light, it almost defies
a cause for alarm
it's just the payment due for the lease on your life
they say it's not right, but their words are weak
retreat right back into your cavern of bitterness
of what you ain't got'n yet
why so glum? why aren't you something that i can explain? something without half a brain?
that me's in the eye
but try as i might can't see what me wants
it's always a fight to stabilize
don't tell me cheer up, cus i won't heed advice
thats gather'd in trite
filled to the brim with contradictions
we're better off alone
unbound without a home
we're better off alone
unbound without a home
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i can't hear what ya got to say no more
i got muffs on mah ears
all that racket that yer purport'n ain't no interest to me
just settle down a bottle
won't hurt your feelin's none
and you can drift a long in solace
knowin' no one will give a fuck
feel'n down on luck?
try your hand at carousing
water's got a way with words
got a habit of infiltrate'n you
ought'a listen up
ought'a model it after all the ways that it flows so gracefully
all the ways it endears
gonna climb on that raft await'n
see where it's take'n me
ear to the water, doggie
you gotta lot to learn
drift'n down the wrong stream
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don't forget to wear your tie
don't forget your reasons why
don't complain of the mundane
don't be seeking those to blame
all those plans you rearranged must be justified in gains
don't you see this wheel is flat?
don't you dare talk back like that!
don't ya know that ya haven't seen the worst?
there's an idiom of hurt billowing out from my mouth
don't ya know what i'm sayin, Love?
i'm a wretch and a traitor, but so what?
i've been taken alive and traded, mangled in muck
but for what was it now?
don't' remind me of my youth
don't berate me with excuse
i don't want reminders of all my failures and my flaws cornering me in a box
don't ya know i gave my life all it got?
and then it bites?
don't pretend with you're own eyes that it's fine
pie in sky ideals are lies
i'm a monster made from time
don't ya know that i'm saying it's hard to believe in the ones you adore?
you could fall apart
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you wanna talk of love? I want to talk of blood and all the ways it satisfies a thristy tongue tortured by a jug of absentees that never could be sold
not to veer right off the road, but i'm caught think'n 'bout the stories told
in lieu of substance why not pretend? you're gonna need an alloy alibi not to ruin you're happy home but there's a dark side roam'n there that you haven't found nor dared to
flung outta sight, flung with all you're might
tone deaf and burnin' with pride
just to test a little theory out i'm gonna love you like i'm really proud
you're gonna notice a subtle change from one who gives a damn to one who vain
not to ruin you're happy home but there's a cold and lonely stare that has followed all your prayers
mocking your aires, challenging your heirs
starving your passion for lies
it's just a symbol of latency
a clear case of banality
why suffer the wrath of god when you're millions of miles apart?
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Out on oil painted cassette tape 2-20-2012 at Antiquarium records.
