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Coughing Down My Sleeves
04:22
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I hope one day that I will drown
One wave will finally bring me down
I hope that my lies will be found
I want to be pushed to the ground
I wonder if my family knows
These words I say as my nose grows
I dream my secrets will be out
My rain of lies will hit a drought
Coughing down my sleeves
Holding back these words
Hiding in my sweatshirt
Holding back myself
I pray one day that I'll be caught
That justice will be finally brought
Maybe that'll end my misery
Finally solve my mystery
But I want to be different
I want all the rules to be bent
I am nothing but a lie
Because I don't want to be
The same old guy
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2. |
Waking Up
06:38
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Sirens wake me at the crack of dawn
Still crust in my eyes and a nonstop yawn
My mind is shut my eyes are closed
Blind to these forests being bulldozed
What is poverty what's tax rate?
Deaf to the problems in this state
The answer to all problems is war
Why is America such a whore?
I feel like waking up
Do you feel like waking up
I feel like waking up
The flood gets me out of my bed
But still I can't get a clear head
The people around me plug my ears
All of my life I've been blind to tears
Tears of the kids stomped on each day
But these people don't let them say
Say that the rich steal from the poor
Why is life just senseless war?
I feel like waking up
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Why
05:15
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Come to my house,
I've got a lot of different things that you would like to see about me.
I forgot my blouse,
I forgot all of the clothing to cover up the dogma in my past
Nothing matters, I'm just a nihilist to the core and life is just a bore always
But no I can't tell what is real and what is not
But I'm bound to be caught trying
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4. |
Fever Dream
04:16
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I feel like nothing is real
Faces and forced sex appeal
I feel like the world is a lie
Each day is staged then we all die
Break my bones break me too
Living like you want me to do
Plastic dirt painted blue sky
I won't believe, I won't comply.
It's a fever dream I want to scream
Make it seem like not a scheme
It's an illusion that things are fine
Yet you steal the rights that are mine
I'm done with lies I'm done with hate
When was America ever really great?
Ideals engraved in our skulls
Plug your ears and take out our souls
Paper faces and paper hands
Paper cuts make up our plans
The worlds a gimmick and you're a fool
Believe in lies and stay in school.
It's a fever dream I want to scream
Make it seem like not a scheme
It's an illusion that things are fine
Yet you steal the rights that are mine.
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5. |
Blue Jay
04:44
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Where I live has become a fortress I am not allowed in
I don't feel home I don't feel vacation I feel like I'm drowning
Can't breathe the still air that I rest in, I choose to be sedated
But the patterns on my walls are swimming and I feel asphyxiated
Until I find some NyQuil and melatonin, my mind will never calm down
Maybe the grass is greener on the other side, I need out of this town.
Where do I go?
Where should I go when these walls feel like they're closing on me
This un-agoraphobia has been plaguing me frequently
Because no matter what my folks will think that I am a disappointment
When I come home stoned I feel oh so exiled I just need anointment
From a priest who my dad thinks is Jesus' Albert Einstein
So I avoid and leave that's all I can do best, I'll flee to the coastline
Where do I go?
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