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(NOW)
00:49
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2. |
Can't Sleep
01:34
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Can't Sleep, Can't Sleep
Can't Sleep, Can't Sleep
Can't Sleep, Can't Sleep
Can't Sleep, Can't Sleep
I can't sleep
Mind is wide
Heart pound loud
Flightless time
Pointless worry
is crystal stark
Tomorrow's looming
in the dark
Can't Sleep, Can't Sleep
Can't Sleep, Can't Sleep
Body tense
Alien stress
The more I fret
the less I rest
Quicksand pull
to breaking day
Humanity
feels far away
Can't Sleep, Can't Sleep
Can't Sleep, Can't Sleep
Can't be forced
Tricks don't help
Clock is blinking
on the shelf
Locked in conscious
Chained to myself
Feel like a snail
without a shell
Can't Sleep, Can't Sleep
Can't Sleep, Can't Sleep
Brain is Burning
I won't get sleep
Morning crashes
into me
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3. |
Burn it Down
02:42
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The voices on the radio
shot a bullet in my head
I fell asleep, and saw a light
that turned from white to red
The light revealed pigs in suits
with wallets full of keys
They fenced me in, and locked the gate
and said that I was free
The light beamed through the mirror
where the pigs collect our brains
I opened my mouth, and the voices spoke
and the words they used were flames
I awoke, and the voices spoke
of a country being drowned
A phrase embedded in my head
like a tattoo made of sound
Burn it Down
Burn it Down
Burn it Down
A book of matches as a bible
and a can of gasoline
Land of chains, or a cleansing fire
there is no in-between
Burn it Down
Burn it Down
Burn it Down
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4. |
Techno-Slaves
02:29
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Space is filling
with magnet waves
tethered all together
they're the techno-slaves
The brain is a mega-phone
they can't turn off
They all pour it out, and eat it up
from one big trough
Throats are choked, wireless collars
they dangle on the line
The camera's eye is winking
it is focused all the time
They move around each other
on themselves their lights are shone
a million mouths without an ear
they drift along alone
Each click a trick, each stroke a lash
they're counting every hit
They love to like, and publicize
their techno-deviance
The space is the master
the faces are the slaves
They'll scroll six feet down
into their graves
The techno-slaves gather
when one of them dies,
they emote through the shadows
that are embedded in time
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5. |
Filthy
01:26
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I'm filthy
I said filthy
I'm filthy
So filthy
Hygiene's for those
Rich Folk
Prefer to be greasy
like a bicycle spoke
I'm filthy
Walkin down the street
in crusted clothes
Couldn't clean me up
with a fire hose
Smile at women
they avoid my gaze
I haven't bathed
in a thousand days
I'm filthy
So filthy
Hygiene's for those
Rich Folk
Prefer to be greasy
like a bicycle spoke
I'm filthy
So filthy
Used to have a house
Used to have a job
Jokers always yakkin at me
"Don't be a slob"
Live in a land-fill
Sleep in a trash-can
Not 'cause I have to
Just 'cause I can, man!
I'm filthy
So filthy
Hygiene's for those
Rich Folk
Prefer to be greasy
like a bicycle spoke
I'm filthy
So filthy
I'm really, really filthy
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6. |
Some Folks
01:06
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Some Folks
Aint right
All they want to do
is fight
Some Folks
Ain't Right
Its all the do
all day and night
Some Folks
Ain't Right
Gnash their teeth
by firelight
Some Folks
Ain't Right
They're just a big
malignant blight
Some Folks
Some Folks
Some Folks
Some Folks
Everything they think is trite
Everything is black and white
They don't know how to fly a kite
Their brains are dim, their eyes are bright
They fill their freezers up with spite
Their eyes have dollar signs for sight
Some Folks
Ain't Right
Could they make
their brains take flight?
Some Folks
Ain't Right
Probably won't
but maybe they might
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7. |
A Part Machine
02:58
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8. |
(LATER)
00:28
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9. |
Inmate 227
01:57
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A man is released from prison. He steps through the large iron prison gate, and in the blink of an eye he's transformed from Inmate number 227 into a Free Man. This is the first time he's been a Free Man in 15 years. Parked on the other side of the road is Lilly. Lilly wrote letters to Inmate 227 and had visited him two times every month. She greets him with a wet kiss, and a warm hug, and they speed to her apartment, and the Free Man has the first cold beer and earthly pleasure he's had in 15 years.
Its two months later and Inmate 227 has gone from being Inmate 227 to a Free Man to Lou. Lou lives with Lilly in a tiny, cinderblock apartment, and works at the gas station. Lou shaves, and puts on a tie, Lilly wears her grandmother's pearls, and they go out for a steak dinner every other Tuesday night.They didn't serve steak in prison, and Inmate 227 dreamed about the taste for 15 years. That first Tuesday night the Free Man savored every bite, but Lou gulps it down and doesn't even notice.
Lilly sits across from Lou talking about her day, and Lou can't seem to muster the same interest that Inmate 227 had when the same words were spoken through the red telephone in the prison visitor booth. Lou sits and stares out the window just like Inmate 227 did and wonders if he ever was a Free Man. Lou flirts with the idea of burning down Lilly's apartment, but doesn't go through with it. Instead, he spends the next 15 years wishing he'd spent the last 15 years as Inmate 227.
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10. |
Smiling Samuel
03:25
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Smiling Samuel's a company man
Employee of the month last year
His smile masks an empty space
Desert winds blow from ear to ear
Samuel gets up early for work
Three flat eggs on a concrete plate
He puts on another identical shirt
The company smile is fixed to his face
In Samuel's skull is a black computer
Its a decade out of date
A circuit's shorting out his thoughts
Smiling Samuel's full of hate
Crooked Masquerades as Straight,
Smiling Samuel's full of Hate
Crooked Masquerades as Straight,
Smiling Samuel's full of Hate
Samuel's job is priceless glass
shattered by the man in the pyramid hat
The company shift sets Samuel adrift
The planet he orbits is driven flat
Perception cracks around the edges
Samuel's hands are bound in fists
Hard-shell crabs in shrinking space
The pyramid man has lizard lips
Samuel's skin has thinned within
Earthworms ooze from surface earth
His grin is grinding like a vice
Teeth tight dam about to burst
Crooked Masquerades as Straight,
Smiling Samuel's full of Hate
Crooked Masquerades as Straight,
Smiling Samuel's full of Hate
Throbbing, strobing siren buzz
Shotgun visions of choking throats
Blood is leaking from his gums
His smile now is an angry ghost
Crooked Masquerades as Straight,
Smiling Samuel's full of Hate
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11. |
The Fat Man
02:18
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The Fat Man sits in an iron tub
sucking the skin from chicken breasts
He owns a thousand decks of cards
Keeps the kings and throws out the rest
He's The Fat Man, and he's hungry
his circus has three rings
A sucker's born a marionette
His hands are full of strings
His heart is dense like wet cement
His glass is full of peoples' tears
His children are all cannibals
His seed is greed, and fear
Beside his tub is a metal box
locked without a key
He keeps a rose garden trapped inside
in case the moon plunges into the sea
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12. |
Mutter
01:10
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13. |
I'm Afraid
01:29
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Spent three days
lost in a cave
No way out
No way out
Candle burns slow
its getting low
Its about to die
Its about to die
Animal sounds
all over the ground
What do they want?
What do they want?
I smell mold
the air is cold
Water is dripping
Water is dripping
My pulse is quick
I feel sick
I'm Afraid
I'm Afraid
Flame goes out
I stifle a shout
I can't see
I can't
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14. |
Down There
02:13
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15. |
Teeth Lock
02:48
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(PAST)
00:30
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17. |
Box Head Space
01:46
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Bugs crawl
across me
while I'm
sleeping
I wonder if they
ever
go in my mouth
I sleep in hard glass
I wake up and
look around
Box Head Space
Box Head Space
I stared at my
reflection
I saw it staring back
My face was mirrored
in my eyes
in the center where its black
Where'd that one big bug go that I saw?
I think maybe it crawled into my brain...
Box Head Space
Box Head Space
Box
Head Space
Box Head
Space
Box
Head
Space
Box Head Space
box head space
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18. |
Tornado of Stasis
06:04
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In a room with a lamp
sits a man and a rat
He eats with a spoon
and strikes with a bat
and the rat's on his back
and the door's slightly cracked
and the light shining in is yellow
He keeps all he knows
in black plastic bags
and the floor is a carpet
of ego-soaked rags
and just out of sight
the world spins and it brags
of life and of light
and tracking with tags
while he plants metal spikes
and he waits
Inside the box
the weather is strange
The winds carry razors
to cut off the change
He reads to the rat
from a book with no pages
The walls meet at angles
forming comfortable cages
A tornado of stasis
spins gears into place
While the lamp on the desk
rages and shakes
but never too far from the outlet
The ceiling is aglow
from the bright plastic stars
The man and the rat
fall asleep playing cards
The oceans are rising
The sun has gone down
Clouds turn to mist
as they're driven aground
And the tornado orbits
its way back around
A planet without a rotation
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19. |
Steam
00:32
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20. |
Funnel Head
01:49
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time stretch drain
self eating brain
fly hit glass
now later past
the funnel is hollow
fat fires follow
tin foil teeth scrape sparks on funnel head trapped in terror corner of the skull box filled to burst by a mirrored behemoth sick and slick from its own fluids it squirms in desperate hunger vaccuum and funnel head has no food
reality stutter
spill shadow in gutter
hard shell crab
sharp thought stab
feed think wave
to tar pit crave
time stretch drain
self eating brain
hemispheres deflate collapse together claw and bite for attention while tension twist headache water fills the space funnel head pounds on red rust until teeth crack sharp and shatter
self wire trip
banana peel slip
thread heavy dangle
contortion angle
funnel head hand gun
meteor crash in sun
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21. |
Blank Pavement
02:36
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Blank Pavement, Black Pavement
Blank Pavement, Black Pavement
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22. |
Went Away
03:42
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The Chewers Nashville, Tennessee
Two freaks who crawled from the woods of West Virginia to taint the waters of the Nashville underground.
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