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Jump
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it’s not as if I have means to involve
it’s not as though I have trade
book smarts and street art
send missiles to their heart
it sounds important but where do I start?
here are your chances, they’re running from you
300 pages that spell out the truth
talk helps but cheap like the hill up is steep
are you ready to jump for the revolution?
much like those before me
there’s much to explore
so many viewpoints and words
old voices shout where the new ones check out
will they close the gate on me if I don’t know the terms?
is this a lost cause?
it seems like it is
loyalty to boss
need to have kids
the people in charge
they will sound the alarm
right when the organizers strike
there’s cages at the border
they filled it with life
left them for dead
as they retreat home to their
trophy wives
trophy children
trophy cars
trophy status as they act like gods
for unknowing customers
buying all the shit they sell
like Black Friday every day, every year, out of fear
concentrate if you can
before we lose the world to five hungry men
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Arrows Of Color
01:50
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she’s never here that much
but when she is
it’s like a paradox of figure
or a color inverted
only to feel her touch
but when you do
the sea of feeling hits low tide
and you’re too numb to discern it
it’s a construct
mask not to take off
a lie to keep herself afloat
in a land unaccepting
or perhaps unknowing
false fantasies projected
it’s as if all she does is lie
to herself
come clean and face the truth
so her arrows don’t change color
she’s never here that much
but when she is
it’s like a miracle of science
expectations averted
only to feel her touch
as if you could
the sea of feeling hits high tide
and you’re too gone to discern it
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Zero Heart Return
02:12
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what does it mean when you feel underground
with a head in the sand and a hand in the pound
all surrounded by circle seas of request
asking you impolitely to get some rest
count em up smart guy what did you find
did your last equation break up the bind
is there anyone knocking to save the day
positivity goes a long way
are you ready to learn
are you ready to burn
zero heart return
what a fucking fairytale to believe
what a riddle you solved and deceived
it’s an everyday solution you’ll never see
you’re an everyman of nature you’ll never be
black spring coming to take you away
fly to save the hero some other day
writing word salad to win the chase
how much more left to erase
are you ready to learn
are you ready to burn
zero heart return
are the lights on fire
single self desire
zero hearts for liars
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Je L'ai
03:00
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rhetoric stumped, lying out on our porches
hot July makes you burn like a barn
heretic stoned, carried out by our torches
laid to rest on the family farm
you know life is something
blood means nothing
you know blood means nothing with words at play
can’t draw blood on this sunny a day
one way to fight when they’re trying to pray
looking for the right words to say
I have it
je l’ai
you know life is something, it’s easy to say
neutralized view on the day-to-day
you know blood means nothing, it’s a bad game to play
where you come from can’t mean shit if they play dirty
but there’s always room to fuck up bad blood
fuck up bad blood
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Always Be
03:04
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I saw you sitting alone
by the fortune teller who wouldn’t read your palm
I see your future, it’s got both of us
living our hopes on the backs of blind trust
wondering out loud if it’s all just a dream
but darling, you just mean so much to me
and you’ll always be
angel on high like your eyes like the sky
is this cloud a stepping stone for you and I?
a sun to leap off of and into the night
a moon to slide down and re-enter the light
I see our future, it’s calming the storm
like us in motion, in character form
I’ve read your palm, it tells of happy lives
just like us
just like that night
at the carnival
you’ll always be
my stuffed animal
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Indifference
05:32
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it’s hopeless
it’s hard to say that anything matters now
nights bring out the failure in me
and yet I’ve made it…but how?
and you’re here or somewhere around
levitating five feet off the ground
I can’t look away from the statue I found
but even if I wanted to
I can’t say I love you
it’s a tornado to explain
am I really this angry or just kinda bummed I’m going nowhere?
what change could do
grow a little, emerge somewhat stronger
but can I fake it any longer?
I can’t find the point
where is it?
intolerance is cheap
so anyone can buy it
innocence is free
so anyone can try it
fight against it
they’ll protect it
ignoring all the bodybags
remember they’re the ones who planted the flags
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one too many steps in the river
third hand clutching the vine
far too gone to relieve any tension
in a group so saturnine
figure stands hooded, cloaked in the shadows
left by ancient trees
watching from afar where the onlookers are
begging on their knees
there she goes off
into the black
sweetheart of the razors
there’s no coming back
footsteps fall where the leader was dusted
rusted minivan full of blood
remaining explorers in nature’s wading pool
two inches from a flood
mercy cries out when hope has vanished
and she thinks to extend her help
but survival stays key, not a problem for me
but can we make it by ourselves?
is it safe to take a stranger’s arm
last resort as it may be
here’s a fine place to die
with no promise of being free
I don’t feel safe around her/e
I don’t feel okay
north star’s guided us this far
do we take a chance or let the gods take us away?
if our memory serves we haven’t had interference
from the fields in which we play
are we invaders, intruding a trust?
marked by the crosses we bear
do we believe this “other” to have faith in us?
are we in too deep to care?
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in a cyclone, we consume in a loop
ever feeding the minds that spin the wheel
like hamsters in a ball, running up the walls
watching those like us as they fall
into avarice, society
shapeshifting and anomie
like pipers excellent in their craft
carrying blurred children down the shaft
do shows exist?
is there a scene?
are things allowed to matter?
what happened to all my friends?
do I smell fire?
should I wear a wire?
why am I so tired?
the unhappiness never ends
you are not immune to trends
it’s an art show, paintings of trees
effortless adjustments like a light breeze
serving order, rigid and cold
automatic wipers to hide the mold
silver lining airbrushed in gold
no one could have known what the stories foretold
because they hid them far away
like a blood eagle they’re unwilling to slay
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Blanket Alienation
02:49
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watches you unfold
into your envelope of gold
what’s the point to you
it’s nothing new
it’s getting old
waits for you to dry
on your towel of quilted lies
right between the eyes
what a surprise
let the joke die
made your gold throne
tattered with bones
they’re sending a message
are you willing to pick it up?
found your heart stone
let it sit alone
built an ecosystem of its own
are you willing to take it back?
golden heart attack
no one’s picking up the slack
seems they’re ready for
another chance for freedom
do you think you need them?
cause they don’t sure need you
what’s a king to do
besides a queen and her sisters?
whispers do nothing to protect your image
a blanket alienation comforts you
what’s a king to do
get out there and face the world
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they said it’d be better now that it’s hijacked
they have our best interests in mind
now that they took down capitalism we’re safer here
as long as we remember to check our fear
took a page from Lenin’s book, ignored the Marx
we crave the bread, off with their head
if I can’t dance, I want no part
what’s the point of revolting without a heart?
if I can’t breathe a little, if I still have to work
what’s the point of revolting if it still hurts?
I watch the prisoners go in and out
it’s like they forgot what structural change was all about
they thought they’d get away with the same bullshit if it was slick
they will not like it more with the People’s Stick
they found their gods
they found their masters
had the chance to eliminate their incriminating names
but they hoisted them up in picture frames
if I can’t dance, I want no part
what’s the point of revolting without a heart?
working to live, living to work
what’s the point of revolting if it still hurts?
if I can’t dance, I want no part
what’s the point of revolting without a heart?
all cops are bastards even in China
just because it’s red doesn’t make it finer
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Put The Torch To Grace
01:51
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you take the day out
left with a weaker standard
another year dies
another year no passing glances to my face
put the torch to grace
it’s time to leave this place
no gods no masters
love left in plaster
what are we really after?
why aren’t we fighting for that?
fuck the higher-ups
let’s make something of our dreams
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I. Dream Logic
once in the middle, twice in the hand
doesn’t take much to understand
what’s in the bag swirled over like paint
where the feelings are cooked, frozen and canned
once like a riddle, twice like a myth
often seen at registers in plain sight
what’s in the middle of an 8-hour shift
does the 15-minute break beckon daylight
what do I do
say I love you
not the time or
place to find you
II. The Soft Reality
maybe it’s a dream
unsustainable at large
maybe it’s my fantasies
and they’re taking charge
maybe it’s the way she looks at me
like a caged orphan hoping she’ll be set free
from the locks of retail
managed by the dark gods
selling her labor to sell laundry pods
surely she’s worth more than that
III. The Hard Truth
it’s been a nice couple of weeks
of which I’ve seen you maybe two days
do they ever give you a break?
a chance to decompress
a chance to not have to stand still and break your legs trying
you look like you’re dying
I want to help
but what will they let me do for you?
it seems like hell in there
does anyone else care?
I’m positive it’s not you
but I don’t know what to do
it pains me to say it
but I can’t love someone who’s never there
IV. It Seemed So Nice
and it seemed so nice this time
tempted re-align
make out with the stars that find you
it’s not all meant to be
but it’s not really there to blind you
mistakes were made for sure
but it’s nobody’s fault that was ever in control
if it’s too awkward now
there’s always another shopping hole
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Album count: 49.
Release count: 137.
Song count: 1447.
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