1. |
Greek Tragedy
02:07
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eternity,
spend rolling that boulder up the hill,
and I'm getting older
and I work through thousands and thousands of rocks
that I sort, that I document, I pack into boxes
oh eat your heart out Sisyphus
I'm here for a lifetime, not a good time
an eternity
destroying your organs night after night
I just can't take the boredom
it's evil, the eagle tears into your gut
this fragile vessel a thing of disgust
oh peck out your liver Prometheus
I'm here for a lifetime, not a good time
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2. |
Performance
02:04
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there's a battle overhead
the inauthentic and authentic self
a bad actor, a falsifier lighting false fires
oh can I only be perceived
when I'm making a show of myself?
I'm just a dishonest author, I'm a fraudster, a performer
within the safety of a song,
with the protection of the stage,
I can take down the façade
and then a new one takes its place
because it's always
a performance
I am dancing in the spotlight,
I will sing I will scream I will yell
for your pleasure,
so you'll laud me,
you'll applaud me
clap for me,
clap for me,
I need you all to clap for me
clap for me,
clap for me,
validate me,
clap for me
it's always a performance
there's a battle overhead
the inauthentic and authentic self
oh can I only be perceived
when I'm making a show of myself?
because it's always
a performance
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3. |
Bruxism
02:50
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a failed breathing exercise
an unhygienic sleep
a profane mocker at the feast
the gnashing of the teeth
I can’t
I can’t help it
an ineffectual therapist
a workbook to complete
an attritional existence
distal/proximal-type beat
I can’t
I cant help it
I clench my jaw
I’ll grind and grind until this mouth is jagged stumps
oh I can’t help it
I can’t help it
I can’t
are you going to stop?
are you going to stop doing damage to yourself?
are you trying to stop?
are you going to stop doing damage to yourself?
a prescription of propranolol
an exercise routine
a jar of CBD gummies
not doing much for me
I can’t
I can’t help it
I clench my jaw
I’ll grind and grind until this mouth is jagged stumps
oh I can’t help it
I can’t help it
I can’t
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4. |
Valsalva
02:01
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a smirk like you're telling a joke,
but I don't hear shit
a fake smile, a hum of assent
I will pretend
do I have to pretend?
do I,
do I have to
hold my nose, I'll keep my mouth closed
I will hold my nose, try keep my mouth closed
but I'm gonna blow
drowning out the white noise,
drowned out by the white noise,
it's all the same in the end
do I have to pretend?
do I,
do I have to
hold my nose, I'll keep my mouth closed
I will hold my nose, try keep my mouth closed
hold my nose, I'll keep my mouth closed
I will hold my nose, try keep my mouth closed
but I'm gonna blow
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5. |
Nimzowitsch
02:42
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they're laughing at my business cards,
well I could've been a champion
you'd better not forget it,
the world better not forget me
but I'm so tired of all these tiny portions
just give me what I've earned,
what I deserve
I'm so tired, yeah I'm so tired
well I have a mantra
"first restrain, then blockade, and finally destroy"
I'm telling you,
"first restrain, then blockade, and finally destroy"
all you gotta do
unappreciated, I've been losing to these idiots
the routine, rote, the tedious,
and they consider me ridiculous
and I'm so tired of all these tiny portions
just give me what I've earned,
what a true crown prince deserves
I'm so tired,
"first restrain, then blockade, and finally destroy"
well I have a mantra
"first restrain, then blockade, and finally destroy"
I'm telling you,
"first restrain, then blockade, and finally destroy"
what you gotta do
"first restrain, then blockade, and finally destroy"
is give me what I'm fucking due!
I'm so tired of all these tiny portions
just give me what I've earned,
what a true crown prince deserves
yeah I'm so tired of all these tiny portions
just give me what I've earned,
what I deserve
I'm so tired
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6. |
Sunsetting
02:30
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tell me how it ends,
a legacy product, no longer supported
- halt the production!
executable disfunction
tell me when it ends,
refactor, or restart, or rot
in extended adolescence
we're an unplanned obsolescence
I am sunsetting
the dying light frozen
on the crest of the horizon,
forever sunsetting
and you are deadheading
dying blooms growing
in an overgrown garden,
forever subletting
tell me how it ends,
a legacy product, no longer supported
tell me when it ends,
refactor, or restart, or rot
tell me how it ends
tell me when it ends
tell me that it ends!
tell me it'll-
I am sunsetting
the dying light frozen
on the crest of the horizon,
forever sunsetting
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7. |
Wasp Loop
02:18
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there,
there is a difference,
a difference between giving up
and realising,
realising that the window doesn't open,
the window's painted shut
and I watched the wasp,
it was trapped in a loop
how it's hurling its body
it's all angry buzzing
crash into the glass
but you'll never get past it
the barrier's there,
even when you don't see it
you try, try again,
but by god, you're exhausted,
crash into the glass
and fall down to the ground
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