1. |
Harnessed Energy
02:54
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Cunts reveal themselves at sportsbars waiting for a grand applause
Stroll across violent floors
like infantry off to war
Women taught to laugh at jokes
Harnessed energy in suits
Bend over backwards for the truth
Refuse to breed for no good use
I'm not like those men
I hope I'm not like those men
Plastered in a plastic joint
Alcohol fueled sense of being better off alone counting my lucky stars
Seize the day by staying in
Lessen the burden of being aware
Act as though you really care even though you're never there
I'm not like those men
I hope I'm not like those men
I watch dust dance on the ceiling
Gaze at the amberness in my drinks
Too painful to watch their yellow teeth smiles
I wanna van Gogh both ears and eyes
Asking for a light I'm given a half-wit's halfwitty remark
Something or other about long hair
That I've heard before
I sneer like a coward
I just wanna rub his miserable life in his miserable face
And watch the glee disappear from his eyes as the realities hit him
You know nothing
You got nothing
You know nothing
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2. |
Respect For authorities
02:06
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Start the day with your favorite meal
LSD in copious amounts
Float like a bee off to work
Save the world one app at a time
Programming for various tax-dodging brands
It's a dirty job but someone's always eager to do it
But something's buzzing
Buzzing constantly in your ears and your head
How can anyone be so lucky?
Something's buzzing
In your ears, in your head, in your dreams
You're swimming in LSD
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3. |
A Day At The Office
03:55
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What a day at the office
I found myself running out of excuses
So I just sat there frozen
Knowing my existence is of no use
I had to double my dosis
Of the phrases my brain casually re-uses
I'm having trouble sleeping
I'm kept up at night by my dreaming
Cause everything's so enticing
And essential to a modern living
Sometimes I turn off my iPhone
But it keeps turning itself back on again
Too polite not to be amused
Lead a life classified as used
Too amused not to be polite
Buy a house by the beach and die
Almost happy
I fear my brain is yearning
For a lyric writing computer
I take it as a warning
To the man who has everything and more
Sometimes I turn off my iPhone
But I think that I said that once before
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Halfdeadhalfhead
03:24
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Waxy skeletons by the dozen
Relentless old wounds
No remorse
Pick my brain like I know shit
Keeping me again from getting any sleep
Just lying in bed trying not to die
Scanning my body to no avail
Half dead half head
Half baked breadhead
I am my own trained dog
My irrational head keeps my irrational body in chains
Oh, here comes the king of heavy thoughts
Quite predictably from out of nowhere
Reaching again for the back of my mind
Says he's finally found a home
Half dead half head
Half baked breadhead
My personal ghost works at the plant
40 years and counting
Always room for one more
Live under my skin not paying rent
Not his style
No conscious intent
Man, I'm getting so tired of all the things that are out of my hands
Half dead half head
Half baked breadhead
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5. |
Private Beach
02:03
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This is my private beach
Not your public beach
You haven't worked hard for it
I have worked hard for it
You chose a wrong path in life
Cause this is my private beach
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Dole Office, Inc.
03:53
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Dole office, Inc.
Applicant of the month
Filling out forms, wasting time
I'm here to fill someone else's void
Re-generated
Don't give a damn
All the effort
Ludicrous coaching
I'm still the same indefinitely
Everyone believes money trickles down
All the way to the caseworker and me
Money over people
People for money
I like to sit and dream about all I got coming
Maybe not out
But I know I'm not in
Money from a rotten bucket
Life is a real thing
Traded the presence for no future
Gave up smoking for clean teeth
Gave up smiling for competence
Dole office, inc.
Applicant of the month
Swallowed by the void
Aggravated easily
Everyone believes money trickles down
All the way to the caseworker and me
Money over people
People for money
Everybody's dreaming about all they got coming
Maybe not out
But I know I'm not in
Morals from a rotten bucket
Life is a real thing
Traded the presence for no future
Gave up smoking for clean teeth
Gave up smiling for competence
Money for people for life
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