1. |
Beautiful Disaster
02:30
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Eat from a silver spoon
Own a piece of the moon
There's nothing I can't do
Just hand me more revenue
I wasn't ever told no or taught to grow and they say it shows
I'm gonna take what I want, be rude, and put on a show.
What a beautiful disaster
I can't stop, I'm moving faster.
Can I get a place on the stage?
I should be all of the rage
Always been told that my place
Was to have all the appraise
Taught to decide a blind eye was the best reply to those who criticize
I'd rather lie to myself or die crying for help than sympathize.
What a beautiful disaster
I can't stop, I'm moving faster
Moving faster, moving faster
Moving...
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2. |
Star Frame
04:00
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Came for what was promised
This is why I paid
Make me an Adonis
Give me my way
Not what I expected
Guess that's okay
Not what I elected
Can we just wait?
Star frame
Made the night sky picture perfect
Star frame
Made outer space seem worth it
Star frame
City lights give you wide eyes from afar
Star frame
But there's scorching heat amongst the stars.
This is disappointing
This is just absurd
Gave me all these treasures
Just a polished turd
This is who I am now
This is where I'll be
From sunbathing on boat bows
To stranded out at sea.
Star frame
Made the night sky picture perfect
Star frame
Made outer space seem worth it
Star frame
City lights give you wide eyes from afar
Star frame
But there's scorching heat amongst the stars.
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3. |
Anchor
03:45
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This is a shitty feeling
I need a breathe of air
My lips under the surface
But they're not quite there
I am not overwhelmed if it makes me less to you
These tendons snap from tension
Bones break through.
But you could tie another anchor to the bottom of my heel
Try to cut the strings that are made of steel
Sinking ever deeper into the abyss
But after everything it will be hard to miss.
I'm not sure what just happened
I guess I lost my grip
Baggage unloaded slowly
Until I slipped
Such gradual exertion
That I barely noticed
Not sure which point in time
I should reminisce.
But you could tie another anchor to the bottom of my heel
Try to cut the strings that are made of steel
Sinking ever deeper into the abyss
But after everything it will be hard to miss.
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4. |
Dark Money
05:08
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One human shield to hide the congregation
A weapon to yield made of conversation.
And you can thank your dark money
For keeping our eyes shut
There's nothing to say when you're in Plato's cave and you're running
But it's designed to keep you in the rut.
Dark money's gonna fly away today
Dark money, it always gets away
It always gets away.
Faceless in shade, you'd have to squint to see them
No single name, no blame for killing Caeser.
And you can thank your dark money
For keeping our eyes shut
There's nothing to say when you're in Plato's cave and you're running
But it's designed to keep you in the rut.
Dark money's gonna fly away today
Dark money, it always gets away
It always gets away.
And you can thank your dark money
For keeping our eyes shut
There's nothing to say when you're in Plato's cave and you're running
But it's designed to keep you in the rut.
Dark money's gonna fly away today
Dark money, it always gets away
It always gets away.
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5. |
The Rut
02:45
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6. |
A Hollow Ribcage
03:23
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Leave it behind
Don't push play or rewind
Just find a distraction
To wipe it from your mind
A call to inaction
A pause on what you find.
Cold rain hits your skin
Someone plays a violin
But what used to move you
Is no longer within
They all see right through you
You're now just what has been.
A hollow ribcage needs no care
He follows anyone anywhere
Just trying to run out the clock
While continuing to sleepwalk.
A hollow ribcage needs no care
He follows anyone anywhere
Just trying to run out the clock
While continuing to sleepwalk.
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