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Devices Got Designs
02:01
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I guess I don’t need a fucking therapist
when I'm goddamn sure
I know exactly what’s wrong
it’s my brain, it’s my eyes
it's the whole fucking world
that I see so much
until I can’t see at all
Flashback about ten fucking years
when the clouds crept in
and the sun turned grey
and the energy was gone
like the charger was lost
and now my memory’s jogged
I know exactly what changed
The modern albatross
invited inside now it’s never gonna leave
these devices got designs on us
Discarding all the things we love
just so we can keep up
with the ones we despise
“If you’re unhappy
you can throw it all away”
is what you say
but you know that it’s not that easy,
when your nights have been as lonely
as an astronaut in orbit looking down
on us and the whole damn world
I guess it’s not as big
as we made it out to be
That statement’s so depressing to me
These devices got designs on us
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2. |
Darts
02:32
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I threw a dart at a map
And it landed on a place I don’t wanna go
It sorta fell into my lap
Packed a bag and decided to hit the road
Cuz who am I to disagree
With what I think the world is giving me
Find a place and settle down
Things start to seem a lot like deja vu
The same quiet on the streets
Reflecting faces glowing
from the bright LCD views
Looking down and not around
I guess that we made it home after all
Look what the world has given us
And we’re guilty of the things
they say we do
But resistance doesn’t work
when we want it to
Yeah we’re marching to disarm
but we’re rigging the alarms
they only go off after
we’ve made it through
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3. |
Mount Rushmore
03:27
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The sad stories used to fly off the pen
Only yawns after smiles and wins
Now you’re content just staring at the clock
Got some dirt on your writers block
We can’t call this fun
Wouldn’t wish it on anyone
You look closer, examine,
and dig up stuff
Til you find Mount Rushmore
isn’t big enough
We can’t call this fun
Wouldn’t wish it on anyone
So fuck the world,
and what it’s become
Are there any words,
for what we’ve done?
How can anyone,
ever see the sun?
But these little flames,
burn everyone
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4. |
Sheets In the Freezer
03:12
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Oh Nadine, you are the queen,
don’t let your crown fall
The flightpath so close to the sun,
you’re lookin for a downfall
You’ve got a way, to separate,
whats won and whats earned
I guess you don't get to sit on any throne
without a little sunburn
Are you happy now
You’ve got the wind at your back
and you’re thinking about turning around
Well we’ve been that way if you don’t recall
It was window shopping with a wrecking ball
It was sheets in the freezer on those
oven baked august nights
But if i had my way we'd be as good as done
Fall asleep from boredom
chanting “we’re number 1”
The more I think about it,
Your Majesty you may be right
You may be right
Oh Nadine, don’t make a scene,
don’t let your hair down
My biggest fear,
a stranger’s ear, an awkward staredown
You’ve got a way, to slip away,
before all the shit starts
I guess you can’t hold your head up high
without breaking a few hearts
“Actually you got that wrong,”
She said “I’ve been getting high
from fixing broken hearts all along”
Well I’ve been that way if you don’t recall
I’ve been window shopping with a wrecking ball
Cheap vodka from the freezer
on those wasted wednesday nights
But if i had my way we’d be as good as done
Fall asleep from boredom with the TV on
The more I think about it,
Your Majesty you may be right
So get me high
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I’ve been all over in a band withya
So many hours sitting in the van withya
Now we’re all just sucking up bandwidth and
Ain’t it funny how things change?
Now these days, not really out there
Never alone, it’s all planned out where
We know exactly how it plays out here
Ain’t it funny how they’re all the same?
Each and every night
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6. |
All Gone
02:32
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You wouldn’t know it but we’re doing great now
You look back and it seems like apes how
Communicating with grunts and groans and
Fixing things with sticks and stones and
Look how far we’ve come in such short time
Nothing’s missed we see it right now
Only worry if there’s something to hide now
You don’t feel it but we’re so much safer
They’re only looking at metadata
It’s not really for us it’s more for you
It’s better if you think that same way too
Major progress verses minor crimes
Look at what we’ve done with all this time
No breaks, no heart
Get high, get hard
No pain, no love
Walled off, straight numb
No lulls, no peaks
Practice, routine
Live cold, hold on
All in, all gone
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7. |
Vicodin Dream
02:06
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Waking up from a Vicodin dream
Things aren’t as bad as they seem
Take a deep breath and rub my eyes.
Look around a little while
I was wrong
Looking up from the iPhone screen
Guess it’s been longer than it seems
having trouble adjusting my eyes
I look around outside
It’s so dark
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8. |
Dead End Street
02:36
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A dark vacant lot where the streetlights stop
But no one can tell on a sunny afternoon
No shadows fall where there’s no light at all
Thought it was the perfect place
to set up shop with you
Young enough to care about when the sun
comes up and falls back down now
So you live with me on a dead end street
How longs it been I don’t know
And there’s no escape at least not that way
Do you wanna leave I don’t know
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9. |
Collars On Ashes
03:06
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She’s in a rut
Don't know why
Can't help her out
Cuz so am I
We're staying put
Even if we try
The days drag on
But the years fly by
The leaves still fall
The grass still grows
And the lights are on
In our little home
But it’s quiet now
When the routers up
It’s hard to tell
If I’m alone or not
We can hang our heavy hearts
on certain hooks, and call it a day
But it won’t go away
oh it won’t go away no
But it won’t go away
oh it won’t go away no
There’s a table top
Where the ashes sit
With old collars draped
On top of it
So we’ll walk the park
With our new friends
And just pretend
The routers out again
We can hang our heavy hearts
on certain hooks,
and call it a day
But it won’t go away
oh it won’t go away no
But it won’t go away
oh it won’t go away no
We can read about these moods in certain books
And call it that way
But it won't go away
oh it won’t go away no
Oh the leaves still fall
And the grass still grows
And the lights are on
In our little home
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10. |
Living Well
03:48
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You’re looking up at a bright blue sky
You start to laugh but you don’t know why
Apologize for silly games
But I’m wishing I could do the same
You look in wonder at the modern world
Information makes you just want more
And now your pictures coming through the clouds
I dread the day that you find me out
Or even worse you become like me
Slip into it so easily
Start losing all your empathy
In a daze in a haze like me
What’s the point of living well,
if I know no blood was spilled?
What’s the point of living well,
if I know that you can’t tell?
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