1. |
Destitute Manifesto
05:32
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A. Nineteen Scribbled Requests
Satisfied with nothing
Let me forget
She had to pay a penance
This shattered sycophant
B. Zanzibar
Verse 1:
The sickle-facet tames
A hundred letters made
A wandering calm is present in the gardens
Five words come to mind
When I think of what we left behind
All those years ago
Chorus:
Wasted Time
Watered minds
Taint your children's freedom with opaque designs
Wonder when we'll be free
The other side was meant for me
But it's too late
Verse 2:
Cases of repression
Filled to the brim
Always dripping out
Never let you in
I could've felt myself slip through the cracks in that shell-shocked endeavor
Chorus:
Wasted Time
Watered minds
Taint your children's freedom with opaque designs
Wonder when we'll be free
The other side was meant for me
But it's too late
[Guitar Solo]
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2. |
Do What You Do
04:02
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Verse 1:
Have you ever thought about life?
What if there was no strife?
Have you ever thought about reality
Where there's no, no brutality?
If you just lay there and think
You might start to get a link
Chorus:
Don't let people get you down
Just live your life and stand your ground
Do what you do and do what you like
That's how you live a healthy life
Verse 2:
Once you start to grasp that link
You may realize that you don't know anything about
Where you go, or who you know
Everything could be one big lie
One big planned out lie
Chorus:
Don't let people get you down
Just live your life and stand your ground
Do what you do and do what you like
That's how you live a healthy life
[Guitar Solo]
Chorus:
Don't let people get you down
Just live your life and stand your ground
Do what you do and do what you like
That's how you live a healthy life
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3. |
B.H.F.O.S.
03:22
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4. |
Ibiza
03:23
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[Instrumental]
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5. |
Narcoleptic Trashbags
05:47
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Verse 1:
You led me into thinking I was perfect as could be
My carapice is as thin as a sheet of paper
Those fallen will be forgotten
But loneliest are those who scream forgiveness
Chorus:
All I wanna know is what the hell I'm doing in this place alone
I never meant for it to end this way
The corpse spews out familiar cries of torment, anguish, and pain
When will I be free of all this sadness that holds me down
Verse 2:
Time passes you by like leaves on trees do fall
If I were a leave I'd crackle into the fire
Iron-plated bones rust away to a pile
And sympathetic consciousness is all we have left
Chorus:
All I wanna know is what the hell I'm doing in this place alone
I never meant for it to end this way
The corpse spews out familiar cries of torment, anguish, and pain
When will I be free of all this sadness that holds me down
[Guitar Solo]
Chorus:
All I wanna know is what the hell I'm doing in this place alone
I never meant for it to end this way
The corpse spews out familiar cries of torment, anguish, and pain
When will I be free of all this sadness that holds me down
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6. |
Ennui
02:07
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[Instrumental]
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7. |
Petaluma
05:27
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Verse 1:
Where would I be if we'd had more time?
Would I still care for you now?
Would we be walking through meadows of flowers
Or picking up the broken pieces of yesterday's joy?
Chorus:
And when day turns to evening and evening to night
Do you think the same things that I do?
When I wander past those street lamps, remembering the times
Am I alone in these thoughts?
Verse 2:
If the days had been shorter and the nights long and warm
Would we still be close or would the distance still come?
Had I asked for your hand rather than wait for you
Would we still be in this most cobalt of waltzes?
Chorus:
And when day turns to evening and evening to night
Do you think the same things that I do?
When I wander past those street lamps, remembering the times
Am I alone in these thoughts?
Bridge:
I know that things could never work out right
For one another's life
The littlest things always seemed to tear us apart
But don't you wonder, if things were changed
Would we still fight?
Or would the different choices we made
Put us in a different place?
[Guitar Solo]
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8. |
Xerxes
07:44
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Verse 1:
My sentence flows
Patterns make the grave
No one will know
Mirror of this faith
Look at her
Vanity couldn't conceive
She lost herself
In that erratic behavior
Chorus:
Churning fleets of torment
This nozzle builds for guilt
Taking any people
The word slips the tongue
Any mottled fancy
Flips the hearing fair
Sent to build the bodies
In the frantic tear
Verse 2:
Treatment tastes the vein
Plastered on our tame
Initiate the burn
Always let her in
She wanders all around
Kicked down and out
Made to disbelieve
You slit her world
Verse 3:
Smitten with
Hints of rain
Mentality rests the shoulders of her frame
Troubling takes
Of fits of pleas
The menagerie of scant treasures fit the face
Chorus (slightly shortened):
Churning fleets of torment
This nozzle builds for guilt
Taking any people
The word slips off the tongue
Any mottled fancy
Flips the hearing fair
[Guitar Solo]
Chorus:
Churning fleets of torment
This nozzle builds for guilt
Taking any people
The word slips the tongue
Any mottled fancy
Flips the hearing fair
Sent to build the bodies
In the frantic tear
Chorus:
Churning fleets of torment
This nozzle builds for guilt
Taking any people
The word slips the tongue
Any mottled fancy
Flips the hearing fair
Sent to build the bodies
In the frantic tear
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9. |
78ER52
05:32
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Verse 1
White walls covered in genetic disorder
Pick the crayon of your color
Getting put into a hole where only a few can fly out
Swimming through oceans that are always dried out
We need a rainbox that will water that hole
So everyone can float out in euphoric joy
Then think ideas that just rot in the ground
Stashed away for eternity not making a sound
Chorus
The filing cabinet that holds our lives
Is just buried away planting a seed that will never rise
The filing cabinet that holds our lives
Is just buried away planting a seed that will never rise
Verse 2
My mind is clear and my mind is free
I have my priorities and I have no dependency
And if someone tries to tell me otherwise
It doesn’t matter because I don’t see through their eyes
Chorus
The filing cabinet that holds our lives
Is just buried away planting a seed that will never rise
The filing cabinet that holds our lives
Is just buried away planting a seed that will never rise
Come on!
[Guitar Solo]
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10. |
Greta Oto
05:00
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A. Translucent Maar
Verse 1:
Alone in discontent
Surrounded by the waters of a
World I never found
Whole scale smitten shackles
Rub acid on the tail of this
Satiated thirst
She hungers for the curse
A million trickled words plotting
How to be free
We know the truth will show itself
The heather leaks out lavender
Automated sink
Chorus:
How can it be?
The water has all flushed out
What can it mean?
She knows the only way down
Everywhere she goes
Followed by a swarm of flickered beats
A truth we used to know
The effervescent puddle slips the bur
Verse 2:
Lodged in the husk
Forgetting what it means
To feel the rain
Troubled by the air
Of moving from the tracks
Of being heard
She lets it slip
Lets him see
How to die
Only then he knows
What all along she might
By dripping through
Chorus:
How can it be?
The water has all flushed out
What can it mean?
She knows the only way down
Everywhere she goes
Followed by a swarm of flickered beats
A truth we used to know
The effervescent puddle slips the bur
B. El Pozo Azul
[Guitar Solo]
Chorus:
How can it be?
The water has all flushed out
What can it mean?
She knows the only way down
Everywhere she goes
Followed by a swarm of flickered beats
A truth we used to know
The effervescent puddle slips the bur
How can it be?
The water has all flushed out
What can it mean?
She knows the only way down
Everywhere she goes
Followed by a swarm of flickered beats
A truth we used to know
The effervescent puddle slips the bur
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11. |
For Now's Sake
10:54
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A.Permanent Lamentation
Verse 1:
Speckled moonlight symptoms
Of the dawn
Spilling remnants of the
Shadows near
Forget about any
Little thing
That enters the surface of tonight
Chorus:
Wandering streetlamps can't be bothered now
They only shine for the clean
Entering plates of pink and yellow feign
The treatment of kings
Verse 2:
I taste the colours of change
They slither over spent hills of azure
Phallic shaped snakes head horses over doors
And settle on tomorrow's praises
Chorus:
Wandering streetlamps can't be bothered now
They only shine for the clean
Entering plates of pink and yellow feign
The treatment of kings
B. When The Road Splits
[Guitar Solos]
C. Nineteen Scribbled Requests
Satisfied with nothing
Let me forget
She had to pay a penance
This shattered sycophant
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