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Feast On Me
03:14
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The shoes that you put on in the morning don't quite fit.
The reason that you pull me under's just because I like it.
But you've gotta weigh your options,
Do you wanna eat today?
The weather, whether or not I like it's gonna do its own thing.
Hopefully you hold me through the evening, I'm sick of this alone thing.
But you've gotta weigh your options,
Do you wanna eat today?
Have a little feast on:
me?
Pop a couple of these placebos, soundin' kind of groovy?
Blockbuster's goin' out of business, stream another movie?
I'll bet they never weighed their options.
They prob'ly didn't eat today.
Patronize me paper boy I'm broke and I don't have a lousy real job.
We didn't eat today, but we've still got our old newspapers with the dates crossed off.
But the crosswords are incomplete,
A family needs to fuck and eat,
So have a little feast on me.
Have a little feast on me.
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2. |
Harm Me
02:05
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Hit & run, at 10 to 1,
Woke up in a comatose.
Linoleum peels cheap for scum,
Asbestos overdose.
Called the fuzz, and killed our buzz.
I'm clocking out contused, concussed,
In harm's way, so harm me.
Hit & run, we've had some rum,
We're numb in the extremities.
We're staring down a scarecrow's frown,
Apart from amenities.
Okay, these days, is a good thing to be.
Street lines sit perpendicular to me.
I'm in harm's way, so harm me.
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3. |
Cardiac Arrest
02:46
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Catch yourself, I could touch the water.
Sweet and sound, blow me a chromosome kiss.
Cut yourself, walking on broken bottles.
Be yourself, be your sorry old self.
I'll be somewhere else.
Why should I just stare in silence while you light your cigarette?
Taste the regret, I am upset.
Weightless underneath my eyelids, I can't ever sleep.
Cardiac arrest, I am obsessed.
Hang yourself, I've got the taste of old coins in my mouth.
When in doubt, try to see through those iodized eyes.
Deaf and blind, become entrapped within a lucid fucking mind.
Curl your lips and sigh, you're sleeping all the time.
I found out.
I found you out.
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4. |
Long Face
04:16
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Is this your brain on drugs?
Dispositions just because.
Cataracts can't calm you down
Vision blurred, so sensitive to sound
Call in all the cavalry
To combat your apathy
When you're just a pawn without a prod
You count your pennies wishing for a god.
If you're okay then why such a long face?
The scars,
they speak to me in ways I can't explain.
She craves the sweet release
I'm up late grinding teeth.
Cortisone can't calm you down
Arms to itch, to get you off the ground.
If you're okay then why such a long face?
The scars,
they speak to me in ways I can't explain.
The stars,
they speak to me in ways I can't explain...
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5. |
Come Down
03:48
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Unamiable, in an envious sleep,
Time dissolving you like styrofoam to chlorine.
By the cloisters in,
which there were Christians and,
Collection plates, passed around,
Like a whore with nothing inside of her.
Won't you calm down,
Won't you come down,
We're so stale,
When we come down.
Unimaginative, plain vanilla kid,
So self-centred, entertained,
Suffer stagnant and mundane.
Every moment in absorption
Senses overindulged,
Acutely aware and driven mad by the silence.
Won't you calm down,
Won't you come down,
We're so stale,
When we come down.
[Lately, my torso's dragged atop automaton legs, growing closer towards voices of cops. They chain me or I obscure myself. They change me or I go to hell...]
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6. |
Dead Pigeons
01:59
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In your apathetic tone
Say you long to be left alone
Feeling worn out once again brought down and beat
Another day inside just staring at my feet.
Sick of seeming so insincere,
Howbout another toke or another beer?
Why can't I sit around and talk with a couple of my friends?
Watch a documentary or a DVD every now and then?
Just 'cause you're so lonely doesn't mean that you're alone
2 left feet, gaze fixated all choked up with broken bones
Just because you're a let down doesn't mean you let me down
Foggy-eyed kids like pigeons, half dead with heads stuck in small towns.
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Morning Breath
02:03
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I've got a bone to pick
Smell death on the end of a stick
Morning breath and the butane is lit
Drink mixed for the newscast at 6.
Chewing on the same old piece of gum.
No idea what I'm running from,
But I'm not narrow enough for scum,
So what does that make me?
I'm still here.
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8. |
Choke
03:40
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Heathen in disguise.
Contradict me, while you're asleep,
So I count the ceiling tiles above my head.
Got some bad luck, acid reflux
Spend the night over the toilet bowl instead.
Someone's gonna spew,
I'm so sick of taking care of you.
So I fuck off, and take another toke.
I hope you fall asleep drunk on your back and choke.
Take a load off, watch me hose off,
As candiru fight the current of my stream.
Occupy me, flash your high beams,
As I swerve into your lane to make you scream.
Someone's gonna spew,
I'm so sick of taking care of you.
So I fuck off, and take another toke.
I hope you fall asleep drunk on your back and choke.
Watch you choke.
Not another chance to clear your throat
I hope you fall asleep drunk on your back and choke.
Heathen in disguise.
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Mitch Langdon's sonic odyssey.
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