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Black Rainbow
04:21
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These white coals, were once eyes
These banded horns, were once mine
This hollow chest and its lack of light
These clumsy arms gripping too tight
To the words I can never say
And the ones that never go away
All these habits and all these ways
To erase myself, delete my mistakes
Cut out the abscess / Unmake the synapse
Drown us in darkness / Simple and perfect
Claw your way out / Pull yourself up
Drown us in darkness / Let it die, let it die
These past hopes, these past lives
They move past all space and time
And we'll turn out our cartwheels
We'll stand on hands, make due until
Such time that we start to see
What undoes you, what undoes me
And all these things that'll never fade
We'll hold them close til our dying day
Cut out the abscess / Unmake the synapse
Drown us in darkness / Simple and perfect
Claw your way out / Pull yourself up
Drown us in darkness / Let it die, let it die
These white coals, were once eyes
These banded horns, were once mine
This hollow chest and its lack of light
These clumsy arms gripping too tight
To the words I can never say
And the ones that never go away
All these habits and all these ways
To erase myself, delete my mistakes
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2. |
Wrong Path to Rightness
02:25
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Hold fast, we're drowning
No recourse, it's astounding
In bold face with black lines
In basements and daylight
We get high on fire, we tear ourselves apart
Alright it's appealing
Like napalm and chlorine
Fill us with static
And break down our habits
Our latest outcome is full-scale annihilation
We didn't think it could happen because science will save us
We'll build a new world with artificial lifeforms
And it'll sustain us until we're in our coffins
Semtex and neoprene
Are lining our ceilings
We're cynics and sinners
We're monsters and killers
We get high on fire, we tear ourselves apart
Alright it's appealing
To believe in our engineering
We're craftsmen, we're despots
We're the last gasp of the humans
Our latest outcome is full-scale annihilation
We didn't think it could happen because science will save us
We'll build a new world with artificial lifeforms
And it'll sustain us until we're in our coffins
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3. |
Psyclops
03:28
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Hold your breath, hold your apathy
Shake your tiny fists at me
Throw your words from way on high
Coat your tongue with salt and lye
Why raise doubt we can't resist
Every way your plan persists
Stitch us up and pull the wires
Lead us not to our desires
Cut me up / Scatter the ashes and say your remembrances
Pour me out / Blood of your brothers, wine of your leaders
Pass the plate / Collect on our sympathy, cash in our charity
Hold out hope / Nothing means anything so don't believe everything
Hold your breath, hold your apathy
Keep on pounding with your beliefs
Grind us down with impunity
Strip out reason and empathy
Build us back and take us in
Baptize us and call us kin
Slaughtered lambs fit for the fire
Stitch us up and pull the wires
Cut me up / Scatter the ashes and say your remembrances
Pour me out / Blood of your brothers, wine of your leaders
Pass the plate / Collect on our sympathy, cash in our charity
Hold out hope / Nothing means anything so don't believe everything
Every whisper, every word
Break 'em down before they are heard
And we'll calculate just how much book to make
Off the souls you pray to take
We've grown wise, but gone soft
In our hands and in our hearts
This blood won't come off
And these words won't lift us up
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