1. |
Rough Country
03:39
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Rugged terrain training exercises
For devoutly westernized
Cash and carry kids who cry
Hugging predictably camouflaged thighs
Mother armies on the rise
Are no match for my knack
To accessorize
With my badge pinned
I'm smelling sexier downwind
I just realized that
Maybe I'm in trouble
Maybe I'm in trouble
Maybe I'm in trouble
With you again
Lip-synced to hymns
The heathens say, "Amen"
Mentally preparing for
Their thin-skinned kin
Brined in bitter wit
To get spit barbecued
Inevitably an impending feud
I hate to say I dread your spread
I'm just so tired of white bread
I just realized that
Maybe I'm in trouble
Maybe I'm in trouble
Maybe I'm in trouble
With you again
If these dead tea leaves
Tell me anything
It's that we cling
Just grieving thieves of our own offspring
With a wooden bat at nothing I'm swinging
Pissed off while I'm singing
I'm out here ringing hell's bell
And screaming as seas swell
'Cause I am an island
I am an island
I am an island
I am an
Island
I am an
Island
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2. |
Makeover
01:51
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Hey doc
Make with the knife
'Cause I wanna make over my life
I wanna make over my life
It's time
They fall for someone who
Is new and fills up the room
Louder than me
Louder than you
Louder than all the noise that consumes
Socialites on mobile phones
With playlist queues
Hey doc
Shrink down my head
'Cause I wanna think like they do instead
I wanna go out with no sense of dread
And the actuary tables left unread
Prescribe whatever you like
'Cause I wanna make over my life
I wanna make over my life
The hard to swallow
Side effects will follow
Prescribe whatever you like
'Cause I wanna make over my life
I wanna make over my life
The hard to swallow
Side effects will follow
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3. |
Silhouettes
02:46
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If you think you can read them
Someone better test your eyes
You've been railroaded
Meaning's encoded
For the surprise
This is nothing mystic
Or heavenly kissed
It's simply that what
Has never been seen
Will never be missed
Each stitch of
Thread you own
Should be died black
Sneak attacks are best hidden
Tactics wither in the light
Silhouettes can't be siloed, insurrected, or recognized
That colorful tattooed arm
Is bleeding like it's been shot
Maybe the ink's deep
In the physique
And never will clot
Every vivid drop dripping
Indicates bearing
Dogma falls quick
To monochromatic
Daily warfare
Each stitch of
Thread you own
Should be died black
Sneak attacks are best hidden
Tactics wither in the light
Silhouettes can't be siloed, insurrected, or recognized
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4. |
Rooms
02:23
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No one thinks they're a monster
But everybody is
Everyone has felt victimized
Since they were kids
We all live in rooms
We all live in rooms
We all live in rooms
We all live in
We all live in rooms
We all live in rooms
We all live in rooms
We all live in rooms with no view
No one ever misses you
Until you leave
But then you left forever
Because you overachieve
We all live in rooms
We all live in rooms
We all live in rooms
We all live in
We all live in rooms
We all live in rooms
We all live in rooms
We all live in rooms with no view
No view
No view
No view
No view
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5. |
Surface Tension
04:16
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Surface tension sustained
Over foreign terrain
To abstain from transverse
Planes that leave one immersed
From toe to nose and made comatose
With sickness soon exposed
When surface tension is gained
Apprehension is drained
If I
Decide
To lie
Here all
The time
And try
To soak up what falls onto my skin
And then
Leave me striding the lakes of ethanol
With my head swimming
Surface tension has cost
From all the time that is lost
Dodging threats from both sides
The endless fighting of tides
Just bait with no escape skating on
A stagnating pool of slime
Surface tension fatigue
From too many nautical leagues
When I
Resolve
To sink
And molecules
Unlink
Allowing me below to see where it goes
Greet the juggernaut with surrendered thought
My head's swimming
My head's swimming
My head's swimming
My head
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6. |
Wichita Lineman
04:10
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Loud Humans Atlanta, Georgia
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