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On the might of kings and captains
on the eyes of midnight watchmen
I know my hatred is perfect for the culprit who deserves it
Dead meat against your broken bones
thrown in a ditch to die alone
But there is no dream worth pursuing when there is no body embracing and there is no war worth fighting when there is no blood worth spilling
I know my hatred is pure for the new recruit
impostors on the fast track to public execution
beggars formally unite
but your pleas are ineffective
And if you ever come back
Beautiful incarnation
I'll lie down at your feet and accept my punishment
You better save yourself
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Elementary eavesdropper
There are things you cannot comprehend
Did you want a kiss did you want a flower in your fist? Or was it all just make pretend?
I'll follow you until the end, I'll follow burning down your home just to rebuild it again
William I would never steal from you or any of your friends.
Adolescent eavesdropper
There are things you wish you could forget so you start to weep and drink yourself to sleep and you only kiss your cigarette
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This is a progression
And you would prefer
The obsolete so leave
Expired
Make room for shorter teeth
You caught me
Sulking and feeling sorry
But this boy
This boy has everything
This boy
This boy has everything he needs
Give yourself over to time and decay
Caged by the freeway
This a progression
You would prefer
The obsolete so leave
Give your self over to time
And decay
And decay
Give yourself over to time
A worse negation of life then death
Is that you’ll never want what you get
But failing is just as sweet as success
I’ve tried them both
And have no preference
So open your eyes and scan the horizon
Pick a direction and don’t stop driving
Recounts and recollections
Arguments and objections
Make a connection
Open your eye lid
Scan the horizon
Waking to dream with the brave and defiant
Give yourself over to time and decay
Caged by the freeway
This is a progression
You would prefer
The obsolete
So leave
Give yourself over to time
And decay
And decay
Give yourself over
My self motivation
This scar this badge of honor
My self motivation
This scar this badge of honor
My self motivation
This scar this badge of honor
My self motivation
Is here
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Steam rising and spiraling
then vanish in the wind
I cant tell where the land ends and the sky begins
are you acquainted with the threat of being killed
or are you conversing with pigeons on the window sill
every battle has been fought and everything I think was thought
down we down weve descended
every day keeps getting shorter as my sleeves start getting longer
and the sidewalks overflow
patronize pedestrians with no sense of direction
when youre lost and cant ask a question
this city truly is is assaulting my senses
unkempt unruly devour defenseless occupant
if poverty builds character and spoils breed arrogance
id rather consort with the low and the decandent
youd better have the strength of the wandering aimless
with an audience of the most prestigious
do you have to strain to love the one you came with
i hope you have the strength because were in the belly of...
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Pressing on about our business
comfort is getting too expensive
hot shots for the pigeons with a death sentence
youre something like a pistol thats been polished bright
but if it never leaves the holster it can never save your life
[To be alone, to be alive]
i need a meaning i can get behind
a better message to subscribe to
set sun im an hour older
mile markers punctuate the shoulder
harboring delusions of grandeur
youre something like a canvas thats been stretched and primed
you could become something priceless or you could be a waste of time
i need a meaning i can get behind
a better message to subscribe to
this is the time to be alive
if you consider where complaining gets you
were living much too comfortably for me
keep drifting keep drifting aimless
stay with me and we'll stay busy on endless trips to anywhere to end up where we'll be
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on your honor let me explain my behavior
on your honor i swear i was trying to savor
whos the liar whos the killer
you know i was doing a favor
when i fell upon her by way of a merciful murder
with every warning you wonder
dont have to tell the truth
just keep remaining mute
and ill still think for my owner
yes i know what ive done and what im going to do
no weekness no week miss dont buckle under the pressure
a servant a serf a saint for all those who suffer
were caught in a current of confusion
but whats been suggested and what has been proved
i am only what you made me now
i am a reflection of your wealth
and if you think you hate me now
you only hate yourself
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I have everything I need
innocent victims they dont exist
who told you this outfit the nation with a blindfold and a crucifix
infinite wisdom
a bullet for the pacifist
improving methods to cripple the populace in
keeping up with the fant stampede
i have a choice i could keep retreating
but i let it run me run me right into the ground
we have no knowledge of cause and effect
our fathers left behind the ugliest inheritance
innocent victim its every kid who has a wish
oh god youre in for the greatest disappointment
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This monument to the matron
quick change of mood when you came in
a nervous introduction then we can form invincible alliance
but youre growing fond of deception
with all the things that you forget to mention
and every indiscretion
pushes me further away
desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging
i know id rather live with nothing
negative, maybe but ive been working on it
progress just moves so slowly
we are growing more and more distant
miss model mess hits the pavement
young debutante formed a habit
measures that may seem drastic
whatever makes you feel accepted
but im going south for the season
with nothing but a paperback companion
and mine is the only opinion with which ill have to agree
each and every underpass that bears the declaration of a dated love affair and the number of satan
i was educated there by the commuter station
the burdens youre beating with threaten to break the back of the widow that weeps when she wakes.
we are growing more and more distant
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These are the keys
These are the keys
To a pulse that Ive been monitoring
She loves to dream
She loves to dream
But dreamers chase and never obtain
A victory
A victory
A vicious hand on a violent streak
Learn to run
Learn to run
I'll never be right for anyone
The more it gets suggested
The more I'm uninterested
Strength for now
Nothing later
Love it or leave it ya
Hated and left it
Trying to outgrow that phase
I'm drifting further away from
My element
My element
My element
These are the keys
These are the keys
To open minds and to empathy
She loves to dream
She loves to dream
Its better then her reality
A victory
A victory
I'm not as old as I used to be
I will not run
Todays the day
The wheels are back on the motor arcade
The more it gets suggested
The more I'm uninterested
Strength for now
Nothing later
Love it or leave it
Hated and left it
Trying to outgrow that phase
All of my ammunition
Is for the wrong weapon
Ive got the worst intention
And question no question
To keep it on offensive
General admission
For when you feel protected
I'll make you regret it
Love it or leave it
Hated and left it
Trying to outgrow that phase
Love it or leave it
Hated and left it
Trying to outgrow that phase
Just let me
Just let me
Just let out of this
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Next time we walk down to the docks while welcoming the morning sun
we'll share rations of bread with
drifters and deceivers know i only see this hour after evenings of infamy
there are thousands of you like me
and youll be so so sorry
when you start to hate the sound of laughter
grinding your teeth down to powder
how rewarding is it just to be alive
we could have residence in the worst prison
that happens when you die and have no friends to carry casket in the saddest procession
and those people often say theyre sorry when your soul departs but they recover oh so quick
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A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity
My two fingers punching the keys diligently
Trembling ground pushed my glass off the table
Spilling the blood of the son of your idol
If it were not for the extensive bug collection
I would know not what Ive found
This world would still be flat
Mary would be a virgin
And I would still be sleeping sound
If every word is a dead symbol empowered by the carriers expression
I'll bury my instrument citing this incident
I'm a flickering bulb that keeps blaming the filament
The most honest telling of this boyish fable
Is that on level ground
I'm never feeling stable
Ive got to try to outlast this candle
Or trust department to fight the inferno
If it were not for this extensive bug collection
I would know not what I've found
This world would still be flat
Mary would be a virgin
And I would still be sleeping sound
Its an endless quest to maintain
When no one is ever right
And out of the fertile plains
We bathe in the fractured rays of
Sun sunlight sun sunlight
And if it were not for this extensive bug collection
I would know not what I've found
This world would still be flat
And Mary would still be a virgin
I would still be sleeping sound
They say this country was based
Hard work and integrity
And whats been done
That’s a lie
It was built on murder man
Mayhem
Slavery
Oppression
Lies
Stealing
And tyranny
As a baseline
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Dismiss the telegram
This is no exhibition
A pile of papers that are bound and tethered
We know the end of man
Will stem from stale tradition
Relaying opinions changing like the weather
And this will never be
And this will never be reversed, an installation
Sending an open invitation
To all the pioneers
Driven by suspicion
The old world is gone
And we keep wishing
For a new frontier to sink our teeth in
And forget what you thought you believed in
The plans we execute
Are far between and few
But I'll go around the world
Just for something to do
Existence is fleeting
You spend your life dreaming
The shores are exhausted, the tide is receding
And this will never be (never be)
And this will never be reversed, an installation
Sending an open invitation
To all the pioneers
Driven by suspicion
The old world is gone
And we keep wishing
For a new frontier to sink our teeth in
And forget what you thought you believed in
And those who resisted were dragged out from
their homes
This necklace was fashioned out of their teeth and
bones
And those who resisted were dragged out from
their homes
This necklace was fashioned out of their teeth and
bones
Out of their teeth and bones
To all the pioneers
Driven by suspicion
The old world is gone
And we keep wishing
For a new frontier to sink our teeth in
And forget what you thought you believed in
Existence is fleeting...
Existence is fleeting...
Existence is fleeting...
Existence is fleeting...
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