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Aureus
02:38
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These masses wrapped in agony cannot stand
Catastrophe addled and gasping on miasma
In the panic some plan a massive asset
They’ll build a golden palace of our ashes
Legions of enlightened vessels stand
Eager we bow to the rule of one man
I don’t trust a man with all of the answers
I don’t trust a man without any answers
Turn to
Institutions
Turn to
Please place your faith in the ones on the stage
This congregation’s rage is all aimed the same way
The invisible hand forms a fist if it’s paid
Print the platitudes that they say
Allies always fight to make change
Legions of enlightened vessels stand
Eager, we bow to the rule of one man
I don’t trust a man with all of the answers
I don’t trust a man without any answers
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2. |
Shoutout to Me
01:32
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When your love washes up
Disfigured beaten broke and wrapped in something other
Whose fault is it?
Well what did you expect?
Such expression to be met with?
From the voice so hoarse of late
At least you used to be decent
Wait in line to make haste
Struggle to make the same pace
So save your worst face
For your favorites
And a handful of half jokes for the rest of them
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3. |
Elysium
03:25
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They suffer fools who so blindly
Still take the bait and praise all that you do
Listen to you
Believe in you
You’ll suffer fools who so gladly
Still take the reins to say what we can do
You do for you
By what right do you exist?
Sick shock troop of villains
By what right do you exist?
Malignant violence addiction
By what right do you exist?
Picking heads to stick on pickets
By what right do you exist?
And what does that make us?
The opponents you’re meant to strike fear in
They suffer fools who so blindly
Still take the bait and praise all that you do
Listen to you
Believe in you
You’ll suffer fools who so gladly
Still take the reins to say what we can do
You do for you
How many ways can hatred make a collective?
We know who you are
A useless population that gathers to protect
The fragments of a failed place that wants its people dead
We know who you are
The wasteland showing its scar
The remnants of the wreckage
Still standing strong when nothing’s left
Oh so obedient
The line is thin and fortified by glory seeking fools
But honor won in times of rot looks crooked weak and cruel
We know who you are
What can we do? The incorruptible few have taken to the streets with the tanks that we pay for
They can’t really want war right?
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4. |
These Trees Reach
03:27
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A sacred space deserves a queue
And a couple bucks for you to view
Captive beauty captured for the millionth time by the masses
Produce the ineffable
The inspired find such divine life in this green mess
Hanging on to every shred of sense and substance
Trees reach for god until they
These trees reach for god until they fade
Trees reach for god until they
These trees reach for god until they’ve
Faded away
Along with the rest of this mess
Dissipate
With all that’s less synthetic
Take in and taste
Aerosol teflon and anesthetics
I wait
With the pain the rage the hate
Come back to loving hands
But the rage the pain the hate
You have two loving hands
The pain the rage the hate
Come back to loving hands
But the rage the pain the hate
You have
You have
Trees reach for god until they
These trees reach for god until they fade
Trees reach for god until they
These trees reach, these trees reach
Who can excuse the man who pouts about the crowd in the promised land?
I don’t think you can
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5. |
Subsides
03:33
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Run from the flood of Batesian mimics
Pacing upwards taking jabs and popping
Pus on the wall
The fate they’ve seen for you will never be made true
There is a place that they can’t visit
So count your blessings waking life ain’t so bad
If they come back we can ditch it
Take a year off
Take another year off
At best remain a useless relic
In a fading brain in a fading brain in a faded
Everything is fine
Everything’s alright
Everything subsides
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