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Value
01:39
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Let's find salvation in music
No, I don't want to start a revolution
I've got no time for excuses
Sometimes we get wrapped up in diamond nooses
Feeling VALUE depreciation
met with hostility and instigation
I'm just seeking a bit of compassion
I just want for you to be the only one
Would you walk a while in my shoes for my love?
I don't want you to buy me presents
I just want to take your hand in marriage
And for you to feel my presence
and for your eyes to fall on me
I want you and I want you to want me too
I want to smell your hair in a fragrant mist
that lingers in the air when you move through the room
And for your eyes to fall on me
I want you I need you and I want you to need me too
I want you to be the only one
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Anomolotony
02:23
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Drive around the same old town
This road goes up, it goes down
Can you feel the energy?
Its lackluster quality
That doesn't mean I don't call it home
I know where I come from
I'm still searching for unknowns
Like anomolies in monotony
Im going on Vacation, better days in mind
Driving down the same old road
That I walked when I was young
Can you feel the energy?
Boiling down to nothing
Forgotten in this modern age
Parking lots in decay
Springtime blooming scenery
I watch it from my TV screen
I'm going on vacation, holidays in mind
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Payload
02:09
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Compartmentalize and criminalize and leave you ostracized with a remnant of lies so I'm cutting my ties because American pop culture sucks
As weak mind hypnotize and they spiritualize the aforementioned lies and further compromise a societal structure whose foundation's already fucked
Crony capitalists are digging their ditches but nobody listens to a bunch of misfits. the pitches sound distant so lets raise our voice and be heard.
No i wont be ignored and I will not conform. My tongue is a gun and my pen is a sword. My mind is 50,000 ton atom bomb!!!
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The More You Know
02:07
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I am the Dolly Llama man, the peaceful pawn positioner, they say we are but sand running through a sieve, initiate the plan-the transformation of society and turn their minds to sand and build a castle by the sea. Lets Go! Do you know The Dolly Llamas? Semi-Anarcho politics in store, Followers of no religion, Comic collecting punk rock band my mind's an open door. I am the Dolly Llama man emitting positive energy that was born in a star now it runs through my bloodstream, I am the Dolly Llama man promoting a cosmic synergy, is your life lived in a dream? are you half-llama-human-being?
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I Am Tilikum
02:34
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He opened his eyes, and all he saw were lies. I don't live to work my brother, I work to live. I don't need you to tell me what to read or when to piss. I don't live to work my brother, I work to live. Your life's so clean, you're just a machine, don't tell me how to live. As the servants serve the notion is so absurd. All the servants serve they need a wolf to thin the herd. He opened his eyes and he saw was lies. I don't dream of work my sister, I work to dream. I see visions in the sky lined out in gold wound guitar strings. I don't dream of work my sister I work to dream. Sitting in your living room don't call me some fucking queen! I don't lived to work my brother, I work to live. I don't need you to tell me what to read or when to piss. I don't live to work my brother, I work to live. Your life's so clean, just a machine, don't tell me how to live.
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Hyde in the Sheets
03:04
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My love to you is strong. It is high and it is long. I'll spend all my days on this world following a howling wind until i see you again. I am a wolf and for you I have been salivating to sink my teeth into your warm skin and feel your blood come flowing down over me and your hot neck, your burning red flesh. I am Jekyll and the jackal has now taken control. We are all fangs and teeth but so soft underneath. Your eyes are the moon. They obliterate me, this howling lunatic caught in ravenous lustful bliss. Clawing at my soul, you've got claws of your own. My love for you is strong, It is high and it is long...
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Supplemental Bad Brains
03:26
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What do I get for my silence? An invitation of violence. Mindless leaders acting childish in an existence that is not timeless. Corrupt enterprise is certain in the land where justice is a burden and common sense has been averted. Human interest has been skirted. What will i get for my time with corporate prowess above all legality? As these things turn out of my mind, they'll say I'm crazy. "It's just a conspiracy. He's only a hapless burnout!" and on and on. They say there's something wrong with my head when I tell them there God is dead so I don't say nothing supplemental. Don't talk, keep it superficial. Say nothing supplemental. Don't talk, keep it superficial. Now our attention is turned for us to something that should not concern us. The media was out to burn him while a mother just sought justice. Using this false light to blind us, confuse, stifle, and remind us that suffering is far from behind us, and social control always triumphs. Your racism has left you with something to prove. How could a man's skin be bigger than you? It's and allusion to your mindlessness. What do I get for my silence? feelings of impotence and stagnance. Rise up now, leave that behind us, and force society to come and find us.
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