1. |
Rev Spring
04:40
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Brethren out of reach
All alone inside the deja vu
One on top of another
Triple aesthetics,
Wrestling inside each other,
Countryside tools slinging childhood blues
Societal symptoms amounts to the guilt of a
Body covered with inappropriate tattoos
But It’s fine, I’m fine
Nature is what we got
From forcing the birds to sing
A tune catching up on forgiveness
Zero idea of reversible spring
As the old replace the new
It’s so simple
The hood cooks time in the sick morning dew
It’s so simple
And leaks corrupt the few, the terrible few
So simple
The old replace the new,
Yeah the old replace the new
It’s so simple
It’s so simple
It’s so simple
It’s so simple
It’s so simple
So let’s subtitle these public confessions
They mean; take what you can but we took it all
The door might be open, look at the floor
Some shit for the mice, some broke for the poor
It’s time to combine
The trending of a noob renaissance
Pacing the world like an ism
Doubling down on touch
Still placing the kiss in some hedge funded prison
I’m done with moon now you can have it
It’s tapping the payment from the soul
The seed of a gringo charisma
I’m done with the moon
I said I’m done with moon now you can have it,
It’s licking the print
It’s licking the print
Licking the fine print of the world
It’s so simple
It’s so simple
It’s so simple
It’s so simple
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2. |
Wild Excuse
03:09
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You’ve seen hatred form, and take place
Where my expensive shirt was torn
Right below these stitches of bliss,
A useless debt can be worn
I guess even hatred can be worn
Right beneath the heights of despair
We shower in excessive love
A shower longer than any motherfucker would dare
Trouble ahead
And trouble behind
Trouble every day,
Trouble - please be kind
I’ll take the wild excuse
Give me the wild one
You’ll take the terrible news
Give me the wild excuse
I’ll take the wild one
Give me the made up truth
With hypocrisy spilling all of our brinks
Filling all of our shoes
Falling asleep at the bureau of doom
Tanning from our social climate,
As my selfhood’s shipping me nudes
Trouble ahead
Trouble behind
Trouble everyday,
Trouble, please, please be mine
I’ll take the wild excuse
Give me the wild one
Don’t give me the horrible news
When hypocrisy’s spilling all of our brinks
Filling all of our shoes
Hypocrisy spilling all our brinks
Soaking all of our shoes
From all our drinks into all of our shoes
All of our drinks filling all of our shoes
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3. |
Newton Vaccine
05:38
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Today it’s a franchise of bubble bursting
Blow torch, social
Be careful, they’re burning
The senses of a capital swim
The current is birdless, it’s pulling us in
And my paper is far too thin
For a pain soaked chapter,
That’s turning, that’s burning
I’m learning, you’re learning
The lessons we’re taught
From the mechanics of a traumatized, love-soaked heart
A pulse worth tipping off
You can find me at the well
On the low, sipping straight from hell, hell, hell
You can find me at the well
Fishing words from below i can’t tell, tell, tell, tell
Bubble machines and Newton vaccines don’t sell
Bubble regimes and Newton vaccines
No one’s gonna hand you your change for free
The message is scrambled,
So well up your eyes and see
Bring your own head to the guillotine
Gently strip you down
Wash your face in cheap kerosene
Then stick you to the roof of a limousine
Whisper in your ear
“Your figures, disclose 'em, your worries, I know them.
“Your figures, disclose 'em, your worries, I know them.
Your worries, I know them, your trophies,
I feed them, I hate them, I eat them
So I drown them at the well
On the low, sipping straight from hell hell hell
You can find me at the well
Fishing words from below I can’t tell tell tell tell
Bubble machines and Newton vaccines don’t sell
Bubble regimes and Newton vaccines don’t sell
Bubble regimes and Newton vaccines don’t sell
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4. |
Hater's Paradise 2
02:45
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Clay brown, eyeless serpent
Breaks the broccoli
A trip towards the inside
Of the vegetable landscape
Heart and brain sleep in separate beds
Spirit and reason are divorced
Who else do you miss?
What do we really care for? Besides this
Silvicultural treason we enforce
Who made a snake of the ancient green,
Who asked for all this culprit duty
I don’t really care what time it is
Cause no one here pushed for all this beauty
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5. |
Weaponize
05:08
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What is...
What is a planet?
And how come…
How come I can’t have one for myself?
Angry, special kids with inflatable knives
Cute, sober soldiers
Angry and ready to strike and destabilize
Your excuse of a culture
Weaponize the wounds
Weaponize the globe
I see you made yourself a world
It’s full of smelly, tolerant illiteracy
I see you sleep on a special bed
Made with shit from your fridge
And terrible credit
Where is my planet?
All I see is pieces
Of sentient gravel
Weaponize the wounds
Weaponize the sphere
Weaponize the river
The river's gonna hit the shore
Weaponize the workers
The workers gonna knock down the door
Weaponize the rulers
The rulers gonna ask for more
Weaponize the lovers
The lovers' gonna reach for more
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6. |
It's On Us
02:25
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It’s easy to forget
Not everything is up for grabs
It’s easy to acquit
When institutions don’t regret
Don’t reject the stuff that’s said
And don’t commit to all the voices in your head
Please exist, please exist
Get emotionally fit
Then waltz around the room
And place your bet
Laugh so they know they been judged
And smile so they think
And smile so they see that they got fucked
They got fucked
Hope’s a bust
Love’s a must
How does it all add up?
Placed your bets, did ya?
Where’s the rest, sister?
The wins of the unconscious bluffs
All my bluffs
So how d’you trust, how d’you trust?
When the dead and their love’s on us
It’s on us
It’s on us
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7. |
Flip the Nightmare
03:22
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I felt weird
Yeah I felt weird
Like the wind inside of me had died
Replaced by the rest of the shit
That I feared
What’s a triggering recipe
When nothing’s left to chew?
No bones,
No bones
And no enemy
Moss on your teeth,
Saturated by chew
Photography between your hips
And tenebrous half hearts
The moss on your teeth becomes light
I can’t think no more
And I can’t tell if you hate my little hints of collapse
Cancel your subscription to love
Cancel all this shit you've been taught
Cancel your subscription to truth
Let these human wasps suck on all the phobic fruit
Let them clean the loot
Let them flip the nightmare
We shouldn’t really care
We shouldn’t really care
Putting thoughts in the sink
After it’s been cleaned
Don’t worry,
Your conscience won’t get sick
You’ll only bruise your dripping habitat
Below your hustler balcony
I leave a hot sticker
Excuse me but move!
Cus some of us live a little quicker
Cancel your subscription to love
Cancel all this shit you've been taught
Cancel your subscription to truth
Leave these human wasps sucking on the phobic fruit
Let them clean the loot and flip the nightmare
At these prices we shouldn’t really care
No, we shouldn’t really care
We couldn’t really care
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8. |
Close-Up
04:13
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You can not reach it
You can not renounce it;
The face as the absolute
State of the flesh
Eyes, mouths
And cheekbones
Compel attention
Accept the human image
Accept the face
Every wrinkle is crucial
Every twitch of a muscle
Testifies a pathos
That signals
Great inner events
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9. |
Animal Crackers
04:30
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Animal crackers
To wreck the illusion
I need to see things with less
Less troubled conclusions
I wanna sprinkle some damage
Onto my flawless cognition
And break whichever bone
Just to reach imperfection
Just to reach imperfection
I noticed you drove off with a crusading entrepreneur
Done like a sad milkman on some cliché milk binger
Left me with some useless coin and
And a severed middle finger
And a text coming in on a phone
That’s been treated alike
Broken and splintered
(it read:)
“This is how we do it in our colorful street
This is how it’s done when the ends never fucking meet “
So help me past this bowl of animal crackers
Help me past this wall of food for the dead
The spacing is made of shitty days
The bricks glazed in years of regret
Dead food
Dead coin
Dead time
Dead bone
Dead truth
Dead throne
Dead thief
Dead home
Dead guap
Dead loans
Dead friends
Dead hopes
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