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Lurch
03:01
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Pick my head up off the floor,
I'm not down, I've just been bored
And I've learned nothing
I've learned nothing at all
This mind's an open sore
No peace of mind since my exodus from the world
At the end of it all, there's one thing I've gotta know:
Who let all of these thoughts in my room?
Who let all of these thoughts in my room?
Who let all of these thoughts in my room?
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Make Haste Slowly
04:09
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The ungracious sleep alone under the ground
Am I dreaming anymore?
She's alone in our world now
Far from your rested eyes
The punishment must fit the crime
We said no more
We cannot wait for the return
Regretting our devotion, it's getting far too hopeless to see anyone in the light
Here all remain, the only curse
It's over now, the omen sang
Far from your rested eyes
The crime must fit the punishment
You die
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Rustman
03:45
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Fuck your broken heart and your pity poison
Play your zero sum game, count on missing fingers
Narrow minded sanctimony squeezed from the bottoms of your black lungs
It's your sin (Don't you lie)
It's your skin (Don't you cry)
Blue collar Messiah standing in the wings of kismet
Pack in a hognut, intellectual expectorant
It's my red letter, now you got some shit you wanna say to me?
Life on the rust belt
Never seemed so cold
And I'm growing old again
Warped bottle spyglass, you can reflect on your fate
It's far too late now to try and leave us this place
Keep your head low the silver seahorse will fade away
I saw the Rustman
Looked into his soul
And they look so cold and dead
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No more mumbled verses
No more blessed curses
It's taken far too long but I finally got my sea legs
Still covered in lumps and bruises
I've got to keep my secret
No more fear reprisal
This your mere survival
It's taken far too long but I finally came to Jesus
Still covered in open sores but I got time to stop the bleeding
It's sitting not well
It's sitting not well
It's top of mind for
Me if you can't tell
The sprawling ocean
Don't have any walls
It's sitting not well
It's sitting not well
It's sitting not well
It's sitting not well
It's top of mind for
Me if you can't tell
This dying city don't
Bring much to the table now
It's sitting not well
It's sitting not well
I fought to keep my head
Unsolicited opinions abound
Serotonin would deplete if it wasn't for onanism as a predilection
Millimeters below the water
Somnolescence kinda limits my world
Don't want to end up like my father, no
Stuffing towels into the cracks under the door
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