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Pigs
02:51
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Pigs
The Spider is in my skin,
It's crawling it spins a web,
The Millipede is laying dead,
Tangled up in it's web,
The Roaches light up on fire,
The smoke it's, it's raising higher,
They scream out all of their desires,
Traveling out of the wires,
The Spider is in my skin,
It's crawling it spins a web,
Smoke streams through the light,
I'm standing in the sight,
Of insects all standing around,
Scattered bodies on the ground
Hey man,
Taken, any red pills lately,
I think that,
Twitch you've got,
Is becoming noticeable,
And all the boys back home will know,
My skin has never felt so wrong,
In my fucking life,
I'll rip and tear apart this stage
With the blade of my goddamn knife,
I'm sick of feeling so fucking stressed
It's overwhelming,
I promise to give it my fucking best,
But whatever man,
I'll take off the reigns and ride this horse out until the end,
The front lines are littered with the remnants of the dead-beat kids,
Their failures their passions lost behind their blank stare eyes,
We'll show that this town has the chance to finally break it's ties,
OH HELL FUCK YEAH!
We came,
They saw,
And now we're moving onwards.
DAMN!
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Whatever Happened To Janis
And on demand, our next steps land
On which direction will we be damned?
The question replays over and over again
We rely on our hearts to pry out where the answers lie
And over spans of time we try to rearrange
And over spans of time we try to recreate
Over spans of time and space we try to rearrange and recreate our past
?
But why don't you go ahead and ask them anyway?
?
Well its hot out and its obvious we won't sleep tonight
Awakened to the dog's sickness, simpler times
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3rd Base
03:00
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3rd Base
Another misguided conception left us stranded
Without the paddle ?
Kept us afloat, then tossed us to shore
And although the anchor weighs our ship down from time to time
We do our best to stay on with pride
To avoid all the pitfalls in our sights
Forget the the blinding light
They say will come for us at our last plight
We'll persevere through all this with all our might
Pick apart the problems if you ever hope to solve them
'Cause although we may run our days together
Its only a bit of advice I can lend to you as your friend
When it snowballs together it trails behind us and keeps us grounded
Lost on the trail of thought
Where productivity is simply at loss
Where it's gone, forgotten and sung
Weaker hearts and letters brung
Where drinks are drank and drunks are drunk
With sleepy eyes, the ships are sunk
The captain sleeps on the bottom bunk
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Polis Verso
05:05
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Polis Verso
As I lay awake listening, to the muted sounds blaring through the walls
I stop to think about fear and pain, and how it affects us all
What was old is new, three minus one is two
One is the loneliest number, if you really stop and try to think about it
Two is almost as bad as one,
Three is the most dangerous thing, cause three minus two is one
The loneliest sum
As the last man standing, lay down your guns
A war with no purpose is never won
And when you're one against two, lay down your guns
The shackles of your nightmares will become undone
The loneliest sum
Three minus two equals one
The shackles of your nightmares will become undone
With brotherly love, lay down your guns
As the last man standing, turn your eyes to the sun
When it's two against one, lay down your guns
The shackles of your nightmares will become undone
With brotherly love, lay down your guns
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