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Pariah
03:58
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Your telling eloquent plectrum
Picking out a hex of the six when it's your turn
If Lucifer may give a fuck
I guess you'd rather be unsung
Sitting in a lawn chair, you're watching the earth burn
Unto posterity nonesuch
The four horsemen riding
Behind the eight-ball, now
They call you pariah
So let me be damned
His useful best has yet to come
Settling the bursts from the whispering under
Pretend your dank inner sanctum
The gentle day breaking begun
Trip into the pay-dirt forgotten was our turf
From humid ruins the opus
The four horsemen riding
Behind the eight-ball now
They call you pariah
You shallow stab me through the second scar of crescent shape
I led the awe attack of shadow apathetic plague
I bet it all on black, I bet it all on black, I bet it all on black...
Black...black...black...
The four horsemen rotting
Behind the eight-ball now
They call me pariah
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2. |
Casino
04:09
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Just no assuming anymore
The all-consuming joke
Silver slippers and your robe
With the casino logo
A diorama of the scene
Would she agree?
I don't think so
Your diaphragm begins to bleed
Caught up in crossfiring pachinko
The gambit of hyper dealers
Sweat through your bright blue T-shirt
It's the gamble that you took stepping in the place
Slot machine jackpot levers
Chalk up our final score
Calico rooms of smoke
Seizure shutters from the strobe
Still passing out photos
Some dire drama, chips are free
The lottery, or bingo
I dial up you let it ring
You're four to three, pigeon toes
The gambit of hyper dealers
Sweat through your bright blue T-shirt
It's the gamble that you took stepping into play
Lady Luck call or leave her
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3. |
Easter Egg
03:25
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Plenty to hardly any on
You been breaking to make out clean
Flavor of sugar very many want
Even slaking the ache you feed
Savor for good the sip of Cantillon
Begin painting my knockout green
Ready your body, demi-god
Before naked adjacent heat
They're copping to be more like you than you are
They're copying me
Can we make the options open choice? I'd like to
She stunned and stood there all alone, delightful
Sapphic amor femme adore
The ones I could've taken home beside you
Cashing my carte-blanch feeling gone
The twist betwixt the jaded screen
Running amok your quotidian
A mix, shaken or stirred up needs
They're hand and foot with the fanning fronds
Seeking hide-behind freaks unseen
Reborn to hiss in the latest haunts
Again, sacred in vacant seats
They're copping to be more like you than you are
They're copying me
Can we make the options open choice? I'd like to
She stunned and stood there all alone, delightful
Sapphic amor femme adore
The ones I could've taken home beside you
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4. |
Meteor
03:30
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Slum around conspiracies
When I'm aiming backwards, can't it be now?
The details of my memory
Drowning to sleep
Lapse of sanity, in acts untamed
Ask the melody, the way
Mediocre, the motive so perfectly clear
Meteor approaching, the moment that we should meet here
Slumber turned to fantasy
Since you came and wrapped our canopy 'round
The railing of your balcony
Down to the deep
Lapse of sanity, in acts untamed
Ask the melody, the way
Mediocre, the motive so perfectly clear
Meteor approaching, the moment that we should meet here
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Soused
03:34
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I'm down on my knees to give
You the punk rock ring to pierce your ears
Gonna play on 'til you're weightless, Hyacinth
No occasion for the gift
Bide time until the date appears
The veil so sheer reveals your labyrinths
I'll bear my teeth and spirit
Once again with feeling for you all
Juxtaposed jackalopes are fighting with javelina, made ya ballk
Another high stampeding through
Still hurting myself anew
But don't let any one thing define you
No patience running thin
Your nightmare's coming, chest caved in
You're breathing like it's out of fashion when...
I'll bear my teeth and spirit
Once again with feeling for you all
Juxtaposed jackalopes are fighting with javelina, made ya ballk
Another high stampeding through
Still hurting myself anew
But don't let any one thing define you
So once again with feeling
I'll bear my teeth and spirit for you all
Juxtaposed jackalopes are fighting with javelina, made ya ballk
Another high stampeding through
Still hurting myself anew
But don't let any one thing define you
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Temple
03:24
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Alone in paloozas and balloons and gimmicks and kitsch
Through the feedback to bash yourself
For mimicking it
If this doesn't mean a thing, the muse elemental
I'll stand as your pillar, 'cause I'm no temple
Sable shades from every age
Torch of the oracle, not today
I'll lay at the alter and pray with the offering
Atoning palookas and buffoons, the images stick
On the grandstand you lash the belt
Just singin' 'em this
If this doesn't mean a thing, the muse elemental
I'll stand as your pillar, 'cause I'm no temple
Viscera and all the carnage
Rippling the tide
Kiss them to recall the sirens
The wannabes and idols say to take things slow
'Til you procrastinate
Another reason never to be so sure
When forms seem so fortunate
Identity about the only thing you know
Sable shades from every age
Torch of the oracle, not today
I'll slay at the alter and pay with the offering
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7. |
Muse
03:42
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Ornamental pews
Don the mantle
Setting out to move
All the faithless
Ever in pursuit
Of her laurels
Any morning soon
At the apex
In purgatory, the white room cubicle
I don't mean to be
The further redeemed, the light so beautiful
Beyond me you respond
Shouting to the arenas of the sycophants
You wanna spar another sun
Devout enough to reach up to the firmament
Her aura in the formula
Out to prove you're realer than a hologram
Heaven's altitude
Shore the morals
Immersing into
All her subjects
Tournament to lose
Honor's answer
Lilting air that soothes
In the stasis
In purgatory, the white room cubicle
I don't mean to be
The further redeemed, the light so beautiful
Beyond me you respond
Shouting to the arenas of the sycophants
You wanna spar another sun
Devout enough to reach up to the firmament
Her aura in the formula
Out to prove you're realer than a hologram
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