1. |
Return to Innocence
03:35
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listen to know the time
it's why i cry
to know with all the eyes
listen to know with all the eyes
your blindness is your vision
your vision makes you blind
fuck your notions
you can kill them
*
it's the great migration
free association
return to innocence, serenity, abandonment
when i can do it all again
i will still take the mystic tip
no effort
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2. |
Isn't a Person
03:38
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3. |
Oh Baby
07:14
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my close friend is terrified of death
and i am terrified of living a life long enough
to satisfy those
who love me enough
because as time goes on, i get tired
because as time goes on, my soul spirals
away from here, away from you
and towards the home that i once knew
long, long, long ago
long ago
my close friend's veins strum her like guitar strings
as the world tries to dumb her
with concrete fools
and concrete rules
and concrete
because as time goes on she gets tired
as time goes on her mind spirals
away from here, away from you
and towards the home that she once knew
long, long, long, ago
long ago, long ago
my close friend's veins strum her like guitar strings
as the world tries to dumb her with concrete fools
and concrete rules
and concrete
because as time goes on, we get tired
as time goes on, we expire
*
let's go back before the fall
before the clocks hung on the wall
i'll take you back before the fall
before the clocks, before the wall
remember back before the fall
the summertime, no clocks, no walls
do you remember
birds of paradise would nest from wall to wall
eternal return
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4. |
Hey Buddy
03:30
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call me a racist
call me a sexist
just to let you know, you're screaming at the void
call a cop to shut me up
watch me go to grab his gun
i've got epic ambitions that all involve reaching no one
call me pathetic
call me so selfish
just to let you know, you're screaming at the void
i don't care, but i know someone who does
guilty of white, guilty of male
gave him twenty to life in an internal jail
he's been petitioning the government
he sends the signatures to the wrong address
the right one's in his head
*
meet me here
*
i try to speak in my own language
but i can't get it out
you wouldn't hear me anyways
unless you listen
then you could see it
but you don't listen so
you won't see
hey!
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5. |
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
01:01
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6. |
Bye Bye
05:16
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colors remain
like a fog over my eyeballs
stained slime green and lavender
colors spread
like moss in my body
softly calming and taking me
what i see
it stays there
close up in
my real world
as i fall, everything falls blank
if i could
i'd stay there
and i'll see you later
if i could i'd stay there
in the red static world where i feel better
*
you can't go home again if it's a place you've never been before
return
receipt
no return without receipt
what's there to return if nothing ever was received?
no breadcrumb trail to find
no x marked on any spot
if the road back leads you nowhere,
were you ever really lost?
no breadcrumb trail to find
not even paper trail to follow
maker made me as a vase
so why be upset that i'm hollow?
(wait, what?)
you can't go home again if it's a place you've never been before
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7. |
You Scumbag
05:37
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