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We all started a living
That we just couldn't finish
We dug a hole
Let’s all pitch in to fill it
Throw our hands
And gone
Is our place
In the game
Into a black hole,
A black hole
Throw everything we know
Into a black hole
Our black hole
Throw everything we are
Into a black hole
Our black hole
Throw our hands
And gone
Is our place
In the game
Into a black hole
Our black hole
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Deplorables
04:10
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Through solemn self-sabotage
Via actions
That don’t make sense
We have built a rhythm
A perfect rhytm
From bad habits
All bad habits
Each and all
deplorables
Waste water on
Deplorables
Be humane about
Deplorables
To be the strangers
Looking in
To get some purpose
To get some closure
Head off,
All heads off
Head off –
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If Death Won't Claim Us
03:16
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Waiting for the world to end
Spent years and years and years again
Waiting for the world to end
Spent years and years and years again
Biblical floods,
Impractical by nature,
Or nurture,
Nature or nurture,
Nightmares and nurture
These are our nightmares
And our humble thoughts;
If death won’t claim us,
Then what’s an afterlife for?
If death won’t claim us,
We’ve seen it happen before
If death won’t claim us
What's an afterlife for?
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Stain Remover
04:00
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On a night
Under a bad moon
On a day
Beneath a cruel sun
We wade through
Chains of people
Each are different
Yet all too familiar
We share too many
Too many pleasures
And own too many
Too many sorrows
Atill, we rub off
On each other
Why rub off
On each other?
Been through
A chain of people
On my way
To the
Stain remover
I need
A stain remover
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No Remedy
05:06
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No remedy can be potent enough
It still sucks the life out from of us
Inherit the meek and fall before the frost
No remedy can be potent enough
Entering a new dark age
We’re entering a new dark age
No remedy can be potent enough
It still sucks the life out from of us
Wishes and lifelines
Drawn in clay
Messed up through time
Then washed away
Entering a new dark age
We’re entering a new dark age
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There is something wrong with our hearts
These nightmares
Aren’t real
Just caught
In between
There is something wrong
With our hearts
Were we installed
With zero empathy
From the start?
There is something wrong
With our hearts
They stutter
And start
Yet turns off
When it’s dark
There is something wrong
With our hearts
…I can go
Get a place
For us
A nice spot
There is still time
For us to be
Humane…
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Pose As Effigies
05:04
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Let's head for the below
There's no sleep above it all
No bridge that we can cross
Aren't you tired of this now?
Constantly in the gray
Trying to do right things
In an imperfect world
I know that we’re the past
And our past is tense
I know that everything is convoluted
And every rite proves a slight betrayal
Pose as effigies
To hide that we don’t deal
Pose as effigies
For all eternity
We don't wanna deal
You don't wanna deal
We don't wanna deal
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Teeth Wet
04:43
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You’d like to
Get your teeth wet
New tales from tomorrow
New tales of our sorrow
Get your teeth wet
To master the arts
To handle all beasts
Get your teeth wet
A message from beyond
Bringing the flood
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Permasleep
04:20
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All are here, now
Sky is lit up, now
With nothing
Beneath it
So join hands
And form
An anchor
Conjoin hands
And form
An anchor
Permasleep
No whom
Or what
Should weep
Permasleep
Through the tunnel
And into the night
Caught between
Nature and nurture,
Mans divide
Is finally here
Permasleep
No whom
Or what
Should weep
Permasleep
Through the tunnel
And into the night
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Cosmos Never Ends
04:39
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Baby, you know
As there’s
An above
There’s also
A down below
And down below
Just like above
Rests
A grand
Construction
Weighing and submitting
Fleeting imperfections
Weighing and submitting
Lifelines drawn in sand
Meek Godlings
We carry
Our dead
In the grey
Within us
Walking,
Repurposed
Burial sites
Cosmos never ends
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