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This day has a reason, remember it with all your might
Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite
Numbers and digits carved into the foreheads of
Everyone that we know, I am blind to this design
This day has a reason, remember it with all your might
Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite
My eyes are hundreds of millions of miles long
Weaving intricately and urgently
Light is bent to break, for optic’s sake, our fragile memory banks
Until its beauty recreates
I am blind to the design
Light is bent to break, for my optic’s sake, until its beauty recreates
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London Lost Its Fog
04:05
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We’ve been randomly assigned this disease
By the ones that will sell us the air that we breathe
And replace the sun with machines
Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time
“you’ll be fine” (you’ll be fine)
Our beliefs are our disease, the sun was replaced by machines
With nothing to hold onto, our love has nothing
Hostility exposes the sadness of vertical memory
Oh, our love is sadness
Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time
“you’ll be fine” (you’ll be fine)
Our beliefs are our disease, the sun was replaced by machines
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Model Ships
03:27
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I've dragged this halo through the dirt for the last time
I can't find the thrill in this, I don't think I even tried
If I make this bed the way it was
I'll erase the story of the night
like the ocean forgets about a storm,
like I can't tell what's wrong from right
Somehow I've made it through the night
As sure as the rise and fall of the tide
Rayleigh scattered morning blue across my sky,
the windy city is frozen and covered in ice
So I've got this theory of vitality
And it turns out that it means the world to me
We trap our demons in beer bottles
And throw them to the curb the next day
I've dragged this halo through the dirt for the last time
I can't find the thrill in this, I don't think I even tried
If I make this bed the way it was
I'll erase the story of the night
like the ocean forgets about a storm,
like I can't tell what's wrong from right
Within this bottle I'll build a ship
and I'll sail it straight into your lips
because you look like her
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4. |
The Disasterist
02:03
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Somewhere on a plane
A man is beside himself with sadness
He is filled with ocean
Deep inside his chest, a souls been laid to rest
On a double helix, he’s crucified
The man plays tag with his demons
When he finally dies
His name will be crossed off of a list
Then he’s forgotten
The man plays tag with his demons
Somewhere on a plane
A man is beside himself with sadness
He is filled with sea
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Face Like Thunder
03:45
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I swear I told you a million times
A problem shared is halved
But you jumped ship well before the ink was dry
We were on this path
How couldn’t you know?
That all the roads we build lead to Rome.
So find your feet now that you are on your own
Here’s one for the road, I hope you never make it home
You told me that the only thing you believed in
Were the brothers you had
A lie you carried on your chest
You were only dividing and useless
Here’s one for the road
I hope you never make it home
You see, we sail close to the wind
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I’m hammered like a nail on the wall
On your favorite poster
And I’m stuck on your every word
The ones we never said at all
Will anyone in these songs ever admit
That they’re out of their minds
But they’re too fucked up
Yeah they’re too fucked up to forget
But they think that they’re fine
But they’re not fine
What we’ll believe despite our best intentions
It’s our deepest secret
We’ll never speak despite our core repression
It’s just better for everyone
Yeah, I’m hammered like a nail on your wall
And I’m hung on your every word
The ones we never said at all
I’m drunk again and I’m thinking about you
I’m drunk again and I wonder are you thinking about me too
The weight on his shoulders, they might be broken
Say what you want to but we won’t fall down
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Repeat After Me!
03:41
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She said lay back I’m tired enough as it is
Stay sharp when she turns me away
And how do we get so far
From the way we used to be
Well I would rather bite my tongue
Cause it’s all been said and done and honestly
Words are just too weak
When my heart starts skipping beats
And my eyes are watering
You’ll see it says everything
So baby please repeat after me
Repeat after me
Think back when your hand would never leave mine
Tonight is the night where I put up a fight for those days
So baby please repeat after me
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This place is a battlefield and all of your heads are landmines
They’re landmines
If you look up you’ll see heaven bleeds light
We wake to the dead on the dawn of survival
The circuits infinite, the dawn it too bright
An empire that died is on the verge of revival
A boundary, I can’t define
I’m finding out, that I’m fine
Engraved in chemical signs
I’m finding out what to say
Wipe your hands clean, let her entrails bleed
This plot is thickening like concrete in my veins
It won’t erase, my smile is going to burst into flames
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Concrete Teeth
03:47
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I buried my heart in concrete and stone
An asphalt skeleton replaces flesh and bone
The cracks in the ground may admit to their faults
Eradicate your logic and bring your fear to a halt
My life is now broken, laying beside me
Never ever will I be the same again (Never ever will I be the same again)
There are so many different answers to these questions
Somebody just get me home
Timing is everything and a split second shatters hearts
Ignore the laws of physics and gravity tears you apart
How am I ever gonna let this whole thing go
Please call an ambulance, somebody get me home
I better hold my breath, cause this is gonna hurt
My life is now broken, laying beside me
Never ever will I be the same again (Never ever will I be the same again)
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10. |
Neuqua Valley Gunslinger
04:27
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Rest assured
You’ve done everything to deserve this
But my friend, in true attempts it is glorious even to fail
I put the world on mute and woke up in a storm the next day
And you were gone, my fingers were black
Protest the dream, it’s a nightmare
Rest assured
You’ve done everything to deserve this
But my friend, in true attempts it is glorious even to fail
I put the world on mute and woke up in a storm the next day
And you were gone, my fingers were black
Protest the dream, it’s a nightmare
For what you never said, but will always be
This was always for you, it was never me
And the day I was gone was the day you would see
That the honest will die but they’ll die honestly
The honest will die but they’ll die honestly
They’ll die honestly
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11. |
Recovery
10:46
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I won't come back the same way that I came
From a generation that's raised in pills and pain.
Am I gonna get this right?
Never gonna get it
I'm never gonna get this right.
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