1. |
Blind
04:11
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Am I the game you're hunting?
The blood rush and the win
Now The middle ground is splitting
And the centrists all fell in
Their last breath it gave warning
I could of sworn I heard them cry
Beware of all concessions
That cut history in two sides
Is this the new world coming
Or old habits dying hard?
Reactions predetermined
Where unknown consequences spark
Dooming to repeat them
Like a deep scratch in the wax
Sticking tight to script
Catch phrasing perversions of the facts
Wake me when its over
Don't stir me till its done
Wake me when its over
Don't stir me till its done
I beg you
Like you I have dreams
That I am not some throw away
Bright purpose gleams
To light my feet in front of me
I heard you wanted to see
my world on fire
If that’s what you need
to see then you're already blind
Are we so far removed
That our connection is denial
The fear so thick between us
We only touch by projectiles
Call necessary evil down
from off it’s lofty place
To tip its hat and steal the show
For possible futures its displaced
Wake me when it’s over
Don’t stir me till it’s done
Wake me when it’s over
Don’t stir me till it’s done
I beg you
Like you I have dreams
That I am not some throw away
Bright purpose gleams
To light my feet in front of me
I heard you wanted to see
my world on fire
If that’s what you need
to see then you're already blind
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2. |
Easy Math
04:32
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How quickly madness spreads
Peering into darkened spaces
Exaggerations flood the head
And read the headlines on strange faces
The prefab arguments reframed
Cut from some Revelator’s picture
Offers new greatness for to aim
While appealing to parts lesser
Take the easy math
Add it up quick
The easy math
Add it up quick
The easy math
Add it up quick
Now put it all together
Take the easy math
Add it up quick
The easy math
Add it up quick
The easy math
Add it up quick
Now pull yourself together
To be filled it would take oceans
Of simplicity in bloom
A fount of old familiar notions
Reborn but not anew
Punish the remainder
Strike it till it’s learned the cause
Will house no deviants bent
To destroy all that it loves
Follow the good companies of conscience
Commercial cults and TV hosts
Their insights speak to our hidden intentions
And how The scores not even not even close
Punish the remainder
Strike it till it’s learned the cause
Will house no deviants bent
To destroy all that it loves
Follow the good companies of conscience
Commercial cults and TV hosts
Their insights speak to our hidden intentions
And how The scores not even not even close
Take the easy math
Add it up quick
The easy math
Add it up quick
The easy math
Add it up quick
Now put it all together
Take the easy math
Add it up quick
The easy math
Add it up quick
The easy math
Add it up quick
Now pull yourself together
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3. |
The Kids
04:40
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Transfixed upon a fiction
Puppeteering it to life
Teasing out small imaginations
With how much poison good intentions can imbibe
Have we really played it all out?
Run the numbers in our heads?
What doesn't leave us with a shadow of a doubt
Will make damn sure we're left for dead
When all our lives are so balanced on a lie
We've got the kids to think about
The kids to think about
We call this holding it together
With endless elasticity
The lines we cling to are but tethers
Our handlers someone kept unseen
When all our lives are so balanced on a lie
We've got the kids to think about
The kids to think about
Will we ever come to grips?
When all our lives are so balanced on a lie
We've got the kids to think about
Is the slow wheel in us turning
Or merely creaking in the wind
From the great storm stirring In our
Sour bellies yet again
Blindly begging uncle
Selling each other for relief
While wincing at the crackle
Of the whip we're casting free
Will we ever come to grips?
The seats to which we were appointed
So hot the devil could not sit
The Gods to which we were anointed
We've twisted too much, just to make them fit
When all our lives are so balanced on a lie
We've got the kids to think about
The kids to think about
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4. |
Revelation Engines
05:23
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Amusements dress the anxious mess I feel
The cold assembly’s giving me a chill
Congregants tense and flex their muscles tight
in powered rolls to bend rebellions might
Fanatics in the game to win
Politics on adrenaline
Running mad to start the end
Revelation engines
Charging faith into the fringe
Tempting god to take them in
Where All treasure waits for them
Revelation engines
Prize, bribe, or bounty they’d take it all the same
Laundering every deed through a holy name
Begging redemptions return in their time
Of all the sick ways to stay gratified
Fanatics in the game to win
Politics of oblivion
Running mad to start the end
Revelation engines
Charging faith into the fringe
Tempting god to take them in
Where All treasure waits for them
Revelation engines
Turn it off
Turn it off
Turn it off you’re killing us
Turn it off
You’re running suicide drills through disaster plans
Turn it off
Turn it off
Turn it off you’re killing us
Turn it off
You’re running suicide drills through disaster plans
Charging faith into the fringe
Tempting god to take them in
We all know how that ends
Revelation engines
Turn it off
Turn it off
Turn it off you’re killing us
Turn it off
You’re running suicide drills through disaster plans
Turn it off
Turn it off
Turn it off you’re killing us
Turn it off
You’re running suicide drills through disaster plans
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5. |
Carry The World
05:04
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I refuse to hold the cans you offer me
Stop pretending they're some branch from an olive tree
Whats sown here it all grows stunted
In the chairmans Suppressive frost
Under a light focused and Wielded
A super weapon to save us all
They say to carry the world
I have to put you down
They say to carry the world
I have to put you down
But I don't want to
Though They proclaim that I should want to
I wont waste another moment wringing meaning from their declarations
For all the wrangling of past lives
And what good it did
It cant account for all the lies we're living in
And the life's blood we're exchanging
For a story to tell ourselves
And why the one we're always walking
Is always written by someone else
They say to carry the world
I have to put you down
They say To carry the world
I have to put you down
But I don't want to
Though They proclaim that I should want to
I wont waste another moment wringing meaning from their declarations
Let it breathe so it may scream to breach your lips
What rebellion still survives in this death grip
Sure the pressure keeps us stable
With all the regiment provides
I don’t fear we were unable
But that we chose not to own our lives
They say to carry the world
I have to put you down
They say To carry the world
I have to put you down
But I don't want to
Though They proclaim that I should want to
I wont waste another moment wringing meaning from their declarations
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6. |
Lifeboat Candidate
04:41
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With words I chisel cores away
Mold images that mirror me
Til every heart burns by my brand
Still the situations in the best of hands
I’m your lifeboat candidate
Safe as a gun under your pillow
The tunnel making your escape
The ever molting snake you follow
Let me touch your ache to be consumed
By something greater than yourself
Let me touch your ache to be consumed
By something greater
With clutched attention I swing wild
Whip frenzy from your sense of pride
Till your every nerve is set to mine
A bomb clock ticking down the time
Let me touch your ache to be consumed
By something greater than yourself
Let me touch your ache to be consumed
By something greater
I may hide behind the fine prints ruse
But I’m larger than life itself
Let me touch your ache to be consumed
By something greater than yourself
I will the water to a boil
I love to watch it boil over
The hiss and sting it so excites me
The hot prowls of the bored and wealthy
Are stepping in to run your mind
When they break that deadbolt I'll be all they'll find
Let me touch your ache to be consumed
By something greater
Let me touch your ache to be consumed
By something greater than yourself
I will the water to a boil
I love to watch it boil over
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7. |
The Perfect Tool
03:52
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If you could tear your eyes from me
I feast on all your senses freely
Those ghost vibrations tingling down your spine
Are a learned response I’ve taught you over time
I’m stripping the herd for parts
While they’re playing slots with their time
Sure the product has a heart
In fact I’m counting on it but it’s no concern of mine
The perfect tool
The click bait is custom made
fit to your specific tastes
The barb it sinks slow and steadily in
The pinch so slight you hardly notice it
My silent bomb campaign
Rains down heavy confusion
I’ll drag you into laying blame
Then sell you on a false solution
You can retreat from the masses pull
I’m more than two steps ahead of you
Your fix is mixed with monetized despair
I know just what it is you need to hear
I’m stripping the herd for parts
While they’re playing slots with their time
Sure the product has a heart
In fact I’m counting on it but it’s no concern of mine
I’m stripping the herd for parts
While they’re playing slots with their time
Sure the product has a heart
In fact I’m counting on it but it’s no concern of mine
The perfect tool
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8. |
The Dead Inside
03:49
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I can’t believe you had me going there for a minute
To Such a place one dares not comprehend less visit
Where A billion eyes are fixed on points flung like clay pigeons
Where I can’t run
And I can’t hide
Paralytic to the touch of
Paralytic to the touch of
The dead inside
The heavy feel and stench of confidence in money
Hangs in the air like some bored foreman of gods jury
As Endless webs of open arms close in a hurry
Now I can’t run
And I can’t hide
Paralytic to the touch of
Paralytic to the touch of
The dead inside
it was not me that shaped this ugly spell
It sure as hell wont be me paying for it now
I can’t believe you had me switch the lens for a minute
Thinking the world was something more than how I see it
Still I can’t run
And I can’t hide
Paralytic to the touch of
Paralytic to the touch of
Paralytic to the touch of
The dead inside
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