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Volume 1 (02/27/1999)
02/27/1999
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With my perceptions in a mix
Down twenty miles through the sticks
To the cloudy town of Hellview: Population 96

Excessive vacancy, well maybe
In the shadow of an eye
All the strangers pass right through
Where the rules just don't apply

At the fork turn left a store
But on the right stay free from sight
'Cause 96 quite bitter beings
Like to stack the bodies high

The only way to ever leave is
Overflooded by the storm
And entanglement in Hellview
Brings you fear in fifty forms
They've deleted all the tourists
At the bottom of the lake
And not one supports the cause
To leave the blood stay in the veins

Here, three miles back is where we are
All we ever wanted was an answer
Civilized are close but way too far
All we ever wanted was an answer

Footprints giving clue to where we are
All we ever wanted was an answer
Civilized are close but way too far

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I've seen it done like the way the dogs do
I'll think it over, we're standing into
Your phony life but now it's all dry
Can't take it you will see
Not more than others....your phony life
Like I don't hear them,
But I'll tell you something else
When we get to the desert it's out

What we left in the past....it tears me up

Pulled into a truck stop...my luck is over
The plan is failing....I think not

What we left in the past...it tears me up

It's not what you're used to
In the middle of nowhere
But I'm an old man
And I love to wander distantly

Your phony life and now it's all dry
If it seemed that I had myself controlled...

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With the error that's in my mind
And in my soul

I'm driving blind

I got a picture in the box
That is bringing me to where I am

Yet the eyes are all affixed on you not me

For driving blind

And the first time will be the last time
That you believe

You're falling as you decide
Face down the whole world wide
Before cannot be retrieved

From all the way up here there's no end
I'm flying high
But the worst is never first
And there's a person that'll set you straight

Cancelling the force within my brain
For flying high
The simulator has been disengaged

Indifference begins to take sides
Face down the whole world wide
Before cannot be retrieved

From all the way up here there's no end
I'm flying high
But the worst is never first

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I can't deny it all my life
It's the token of my life
Something you would try

For the best in the obscene
Just look on the tv screen
To pass away the while

It doesnt matter if you're
Red, black, or in the sack
I've got my grip, I've got a hold

Nothing ties one down like prime time in Hi-Fi
But now its getting old

People stop and stare
Here, there, and everywhere
They've got the blueprints for life

They keep pretending
The world is ending
You'll be fictionized

So stop the human drive
The fierce power switching on the
Ripe adolescent light
Terminates in five

The people standing in the lines
Have seen the film a million times
With a pocket full of dimes

So unless it is for free
You'll spin the country on its side
To be intensified

People stop and stare
Here, there, and everywhere
They've got the blueprints for life

They keep pretending
The world is ending
You'll be fictionized

It's on this tv
It's on that tv
It's on your tv
It's on my tv
It's on his tv
It's on her tv
It's on this tv
It's on your tv screen

You'll keep pretending
That the world is ending...

. . .



I was lost in a contraption
Took me days to find direction
Suddenly the moments collide

Finally found the fault in father
Family blood dilutes the water
I was dazed in my direction tonight

Photographed when he hit the ground
No one minds
That's my blind side

I was lost and you're to blame
A man of doubt gave me a name
The obvious was too hard to find

To watch me try is out of line
The sun will shine

To watch me die
Is out of line
The sun will still shine

What's mine is mine

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Some people don't know
Don't know what is wrong
So they're knee deep

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I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother

A lame domestic fame
I call it graphic pain
Some say to innovate
I don't need that again

I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother

What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
I can't be down with my promiscuous daughter

Not just the family name
Unveiled but don't complain
Either one can feel ashamed...
I don't need that again

Some say to innovate
It rained on my parade
A resolution on New Year's Day
Clean up my train of thought
What can be done with my...

What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?

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The first time I saw you I thought that I
Would just make another
And then I realized that in life you were
Just another mirror
The first words you spoke were the ones that I
Vaguely remember
But tied in a knot all the times that we
Haven't spent together

And is it your face
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind (mine)
When no one's around?
(Thinking thoughts of a suicide)

And is it your face (mine)
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind
When no one's around?

And now when she leaves in the dark
Behind amber waves of cancer
A stroll in the park is a walk from her
Hopes to be a dancer
A light at the end of a tunnel that's
Been going on forever
You don't understand why these people
Are looking unfamiliar

So take my hand
I will walk you around in a mask
Why don't you tell me now

Is it your face
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind (mine)
When no one's around?
(Thinking thoughts of a suicide)

And is it your face (mine)
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind
When no one's around?

And now when you leave in the dark
Inside everybody's answers
You're planning a way to abandon us
And live your life the way you like
Avoiding the urge to go sulk
In your remedial appearance
Sara I only expect to see
The whole thing a little bit clearer

So take my hand
I will walk you around in a mask
Why don't you tell me now

Is it your face
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind (mine)
When no one's around?
(Thinking thoughts of a suicide)

And is it your face (mine)
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind
When no one's around?

So take my hand
I will walk you around in a mask

. . .



The mirror doesn't look like them
I guess it never will
What would you say
If I took a piece for me?
Happiness is your best friend
It doesn't appeal to me
Have you ever seen me?

As I talk it lets you down
You're finally used to me
But they never talk your way

The universe is in your hands
That doesn't appeal to me
What would they say
If I took a piece for me?
Happiness is your best friend
It doesn't appeal to me
Have you ever seen me?

As I talk it lets you down
You're finally used to me
But they never talk your way

The mirror doesn't look like them
I guess it never will
What would you say
If I took a piece for me?
Happiness is your best friend
It doesn't appeal to me

. . .



Pulled into a truck stop...my luck is over

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Sometimes I get the strangest feelings
I want to bust your head in
I've got the whole world freaking
I'm just the kind of guy
All around the world
They've got their hands up screaming
Can't the gambles fly
No one knows for sure

I've got the portrait hanging around
In the picture frame
In the halfway house on life
We're not the same

Time draws a narrow streak
I'm just your average freak
Made a deal with life
I'm known around the world

I'm not the one with the open wound
You're just protection for the righteous kind
I'm not the one with an open wound
You're just protection for the righteous kind
Righteous kind...

Came of a world of trouble
I've got the hopeful freed
Made a deal with life
I know that life is cruel
My cataclystic thoughts
The mother of my dreams
Your plan betrayed my smoke screen
I'm wrapped around your screams

There's a portrait hanging around
In the picture frame
In the halfway house on life
And I'm not the same

I'm not the one with the open wound
You're just protection for the righteous kind
I'm not the one with an open wound

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