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Bleed Out Loud
03:09
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The jock and the prom king are coming around to put me down.
The pig and the weasel are taking their shade under mushroom clouds.
Designed in total silence
I can't run, I can't hide, I can't breathe
Disguised by velvet handshakes
How the hell am I the only one to see?
We got this thing and I’ll be damned if I don’t swallow you
We got this thing and it’s a shame you won't be coming too.
Bleed out loud
The man in the pinstripes is watching a show he’s already seen
We were given a ride with the groom and the bride on gossamer wings
I can't defend my country
All I know is all I see is fantasy
I can't extend my conscience
To every boy and girl who feels the world is theirs to waste
We got this thing and I’ll be damned if I don’t follow you
We got this thing and I’m ashamed I won’t be coming too.
We got this thing and I’ll be damned if I don’t swallow you
We got this thing and it’s a shame that you’re not coming too.
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2. |
Baudelaire
03:48
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Baudelaire!
Animal!
I am not ashamed.
Leopold!
Slippery slope!
I am not a slave.
I'm the bear in Lily’s park
I crossed the bridge
She’s the statue that began to breathe
I crossed the bridge
I booked my passage on a sinking ship
I crossed the bridge
Laudanum
Les Fleurs du mal
I'm in the dark
Half of dreams
Half of hell
I’m in between
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3. |
Microwaves
04:00
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I’m paralyzed. It never ends.
Paralyzed by medicine.
Is this what it’s coming to?
Looking back I was dead, it seems.
Hunted down by memories
Is this what it’s coming to?
And I know I’m not going to.
Friend of mine — we’re not OK.
Our eyes are closed; our tongues afraid.
We take what comes.
They terrorize and condescend.
They pick apart the common thread.
Is this what it’s coming to?
They took a chance and stole it all.
Broke the rules to change the laws.
Is this what it’s coming to?
I know I’m not going to.
Friend of mine — the time is now!
We’ll make our move, I’ll show you how.
We’ll take what’s ours.
We take what’s ours.
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4. |
Guillotine
03:53
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The sun is on the decline
Although I lost my halo
I'm gonna see you tomorrow
And now — autumn rewind
The summer in spotlight
Just like an anchor at sea
I dropped the mirror
And all of a sudden
Things have never been clearer
We talk to no one
We account for nothing
Like all that matters to me
I want what I lost out on
I want it inside of me
I want what I found out now
A grain of sand in the deep blue sea
Now and ever after
I can deal with the bruises
More than the sound of your laughter
And now — autumn rewind
The summer in hindsight
The winter’s coming for me
Was it memory or was it mockery?
Amnesty or misogyny?
Hand grenades disguised as jellybeans.
A cash machine as a guillotine.
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5. |
Getting Dark Outside
03:22
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Close your eyes. There’s no time to sympathize.
You gotta flip the switch on all your enemies.
It’s getting dark outside
It’s getting dark outside
And everywhere I look all I see is nonsense nonsense nonsense
Your hands your heart your face - ordinary
Your sight your smell your taste - very ordinary
Outside the human race - one of many
By now you know your place
Overstay. No one wanted you anyway.
If only you could claim a shred of self-respect.
It’s getting dark outside
It’s getting dark outside
And then I flip the switch and see the conscious lack of conscience.
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6. |
Broken Crucible
03:17
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Straight from a magazine
A book of matches and a can of gasoline
I’m not alone
Hoffa and Earhart and Santa and the Holy Ghost
I tried to burn this sterile scene
But all I did was moan and groan (that seed is sown)
I’m sure I’ll find the time this time
When I do you’ll be the first to know
This metronome
Inside my chest is there to show
That every step I take is less a running count than a counting down
I’m sure I’ll strike the match this time
And when I do you’ll be the first to know
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7. |
Me Oh My Oh
03:03
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Me oh my oh
Cardboard cutout
Slow and steady
Never ending
Never bet on the old, on the sold, on the clock, on the clique
It’s quite a sight to behold — they say those same old things again
You can’t count on the men who are told how to vote by the rich
The only way to behave is to start a revolution then
We came in from the cold
And we deliver the heat
We’re already there
And we deliver on a
Revolution
No substitution
Declaration
Revolution!
Me oh my oh
Cocked and ready
Bloody water
Hold me under
Started life as a son, then a con, then a pawn, then a thief
I stole the heart that was drawn in finer lines than a pencil can
Pasted onto my face was a smile after while I could taste
And after while I was told to say those same old things again
Me oh my oh
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8. |
Subcutaneous
03:54
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When I’m gone you won’t hardly remember when you play my defender to the ones with sticks and stones
I’ll be the one who is searching for an answer, who is bracing for disaster like a man left on his own
I’ll have you know I am mildly submissive to the notion of addiction when my knees are to the floor
Looking back I am crossed with my direction, I can see in my reflection I am nothing anymore
We set the pace for all the fake apologies
We are the ones who paint the floor
We all want the medications to our limitations so we can lose control
Someone give me an explanation for our aspirations and tell me why they’re so low
I hope you’re proud when you stand at full attention and declare your best intentions aren’t quite what they were before
You may think that the world is still turning when you feel the bodies burning while you stand and sing the song
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9. |
Garage Banned
03:39
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I should have realized
The more you say the less you do
And now, right before my eyes
Another failed attempt at staying true
Yeah, I’m quite a sight to behold, but I’m fine now
I came in from the cold just to find out how
I’ve got a love that’s so hard to define
I couldn’t memorize
All of the things you asked me to
And now I don’t believe
I don’t believe that I’m a little late to bloom
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10. |
Pulling the String
03:46
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I was thinking that it’s right outside my door.
And I’m sinking, but I’m standing on the shore.
I know what’s happening
I know who’s pulling the strings
I know now
We were vicious in the nicest kinds of ways.
We get urges. Happens every couple days.
I know what’s happening.
I know who’s pulling the strings.
And I know what is happening.
And I know that this one’s not going to.
And I know that this one’s not going.
We were captured by our endless need for more.
We’re not sorry. That’s what’s friends are for.
I know what’s happening.
I know who’s pulling the strings.
Well, I know now.
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11. |
Automatic Fantastic
03:56
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On my way down to Mexico
I made a bet with an Eskimo
I said, “The world is flat. I know what I see. And I've got all I need right here in front of me.”
All I want is to blow
My fortune fantastically
It all depends on the dividends
We go
Few to many automatically
Full to empty automatically
We just close our eyes and it falls from the skies
From born to buried automatically
Dragged my arm with a razor blade
As I strangled a hand grenade
A slaughter’s only a mess when you fail the test and I'm getting straight As these days anyways
We go
Few to many automatically
Full to empty automatically
You'll be down on your knees while I spread my disease
From born to buried automatically
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