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Food Chain
02:57
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Eyes swell eyes wet but wont cry
Eyes where they ought to be when they hear a lie
March forth skin burns don’t you squeal
I’m a petrified man with an iron will
I was born, I suffer then I'll die
I need at least please one good reason why
Strange sounds, big mouth, different kinds
Are you out of your fucking mind?
What and where am I on the food chain?
The swag is here!
I know...
You gotta keep digging!
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Revenge of the nerd
02:35
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Nerd you’d look pretty with a brand new scar
Sore but excited and with nothing to mar
A well-deserved homecoming
For my drove of pals
I’m just a big phoney
Hand it out lofty lover
Nerds a lions share
Just because you’re well groomed
Doesn’t mean you well honed
Put the knife away don’t do something you’ll regret
One of these days you’ll be begging me for a raise
I’m just a big phoney
Hand it out lofty lover
Nerds a lions share
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3. |
In & Out
04:30
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Faked two shots caught the one
But I still feel like I’m missing
It just slides away from me
I can feel that all your questions
Are aimed and are pressing
At the heart of this
As the days slide into weeks and months and years
I no longer listen
I refuse how it used to be
All this time I try to remember who it was I was kissing
A faint memory on my lips remains but…
I want out, I’m all out, ‘cause I’m worn out
I want out, I’m all out, ‘cause I’m worn out
Candles been left burning all night
And now I’m more wax than wick
Internally imperfect
You can judge me all you like
I probably wouldn’t disagree
Insecurity
Watching shadows trace the walls we built
For fear of what might be
Now that’s all on me
I want out, I’m all out, ‘cause I’m worn out
It’s you who says to me you want an end to this
I want out, I’m all out, ‘cause I’m worn out
So as you can see your threats mean nothing to me
I want out, I’m all out, ‘cause I’m worn out
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4. |
Phases
03:55
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Single mothers made us what we are
Violent fathers made us what we are
Lying lovers made us what we are
Heady winters made us what we are
No it’s not, it’s not a phase
No it’s not, it’s not a phase
I don’t even have a face
How can that ever ever be a phase?
Single mothers made us what we are
Violent fathers made us what we are
Lying lovers made us what we are
Snollygosters made us what we are
No it’s not, it’s not a phase
No it’s not, it’s not a phase
I don’t even have a face
How can that ever ever be a phase?
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5. |
Levity
04:10
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A human fiddling with boredom when it comes
To daily labours minutiae I assure ya that
I’d love to barter insomnia for laughter
Out loud and mingle with your crowd, with your gals
That are jaunty but not gay friendly you see
I’ve got a heart full of headquakes and a mind full of heartbreaks
A stream of lunacy
My cradle burns my infancy
A stream of lunacy
Sacred and it carries me
Pulled back into line back to centre but this time
I wont drift I’ll walk there on my own like the man I am
I trade in failures because success is dependent
On all these misdemeanours I lack the energy to correct
‘Cause I’m feisty and angry but not at you but at everything
I’ve got a heart full of headquakes and a mind full of heartbreaks
A stream of lunacy
My cradle burns my infancy
A stream of lunacy
Sacred and it carries me
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Hubris
03:45
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If I had something to offer but I have nothing to give you
I would give everything to you, yes I would
I would give it all to you, yes I would
If I had something to offer but I have nothing to give you
I would give everything to you, yes I would
I would give it all to you, yes I would
Rights of passage my self-righteous song
I can harbour this ship that you’re on
But oh no it’s sinking and oh god your gone
I was overreaching and the metaphor went wrong
But oh no it’s sinking and oh god your gone
I was overreaching and the metaphor went…
If I had weights to carry I could anchor down
And I would hold on to you, yes I would
And I could hang on to you, yes I could
‘Cause if I had weights to carry I could I could anchor down
And I would hold on to you, yes I would
And I would hold on to you, yes I would
Rights of passage my self-righteous song
I can harbour this ship that you’re on
But oh no it’s sinking and oh god your gone
I was overreaching and the metaphor went wrong
But oh no it’s sinking and oh god your gone
I was overreaching and the metaphor went wrong
Went wrong
If I had a dollar I’d give you a dime
If I had a penny I could save us just in time
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7. |
Wishing well
03:36
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In my heart there’s a piece of gold lying somewhere in the dark
I’m such an arsehole or so I’m told, it's only one of my many flaws
I'll throw myself down that wishing well and the fall will never end
Ajar's my window when I sleep so I can always hear the world
When your veins are like electrical wires
Everything hurts a million times harder
In my lungs is a shard of glass poking out into the dark
I haven’t got much longer left to live at least that’s how it feels
I throw myself down that wishing well hoping that I’ll reach the end
I leave my door open every night in case the world wants to come in
When your veins are like electrical wires
Everything hurts a million times harder
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