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Present Tense Memory
01:29
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Can’t you be anything else
Or will you always be yourself because
Is there anything
Is there anything worse
How could anyone do that to someone they loved
Can't you be anything else or
Will you always be yourself
Is there anything worse than this
When you leave the room you don’t exist
I am tired of this present tense memory, memory, memory
What did I expect
Why did I expect you
How could anyone do that to someone they loved
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Bullets & Batteries
03:34
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Bullets and batteries
Among other finds
We might still be a century behind
We’re metaphysical
Scavengers
Lackadaisical
Time travelers, ohh
Something obscures the glow
Of the neon signs
I can’t see through the burning in my eyes
Was that a wormhole, girl
Couldn’t tell
We’re as hungry as we're extratemporal
Sweet bullets and batteries
I am the locked door
Wires behind the screen
Of the LCD
New and novel dual realities
We are the masters of
Time and space
We can edit a-way our mistakes, ohh
Perfect autonomy
Of united minds
Listen to what the tarot cards divine
I left my bullets back in NYC
Girl I'm running on an empty battery
Sweet bullets and batteries
I am the locked door
You are the key
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Its not a question of which one of us is wrong
You submit to perceptions of your minions
You never were an option
The answer lodged inside your throat
Tell me no
Feed me your hate poison coast
A conversation with your shadow self
I am a broken record
My dedication to the ideal
She's my modern analogue
Be there or I won't
Remove my head up from the clouds
On the poison coast
Now that I know what you're about
With the permission of a demigod
I give a woman my love
I am become death destroyer of worlds
Give me back your suicide
Be there or I won't
Remove my head up from the clouds
On the poison coast
Now that I know what you're about
You knew how to hold me
And where to touch me when i
Couldn't help
Help myself
You and your sycophants
All standing still for him
You knew how to hold me
And where to touch me when i
Couldn't be
Anything
I'm well, I am sick
Without your rhetoric
Be there or I won't
Remove my head up from the clouds
On the poison coast
Now that i know what you're about
Its not a question of which one of us is wrong
You are the answer when you answer the question
You hardly thought it over
The thing that bothered you the most
Poison coast
Feed me your hate poison coast
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4. |
Magic Mushrooms
03:15
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I was lying on the floor
Not succumbing to the claws of psilocybin anymore
I could tell because the lights were off
No number station messages were muffling my coughs
I was sitting in the park
Reading playboys in the dark
And not assuming that the world
Would still be judging me at all
Cause there’s nothing to explain
Not the slightest little change
Could make me shave my beard
Or compromise my values for a job
To persuade the gullible
That their breathing is autonomous
And that the words they speak, replaceable
Every year a different version of yourself
I was desperately alive
Not believing that there could be anything better outside
I could tell you that I knew it all
No paranoia muffling my lust for adderall
I was drinking by myself
In my room alone while
Every night for years I couldn’t bring myself
To call myself a fraud
Have you ever been afraid?
Of the very thought of fear
That could come creeping through the air
And scream you were wrong all along
To persuade the gullible
That their breathing is autonomous
And that the words they speak, replaceable
Every year a different version of yourself
I was in another time
While my physical, corporeal vessel was in decline
I was somewhere else while I was here
I watched my id evaporate, my ego disappear
I was worrying aloud
Manic mumbles from my mouth
When all the nameless thoughts spill out
And curdle bleeding on the ground
I was running down the hall
And I thought that I would fall
I was so sure that I was going down the bleakest path of all
To persuade the gullible
That their breathing is autonomous
And that the words they speak, replaceable
Every year a different version of yourself
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5. |
Sad Boy Suite I and II
07:45
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Armon Saffron Portland, Oregon
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