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Here I am, 8 PM
I've done my laundry, I brushed my cat
He sat on my lap! And I think i'm done for today
I crawl to get on to the bed
Can't even remember what you said
Can you mail me? I'll try to get the chance
To read it at the office
While my boss looks away
I'm sorry it's not you, it's my job
You know there's a lot on my plate
I pay my taxes and I pay the rent
They say these days I'm acting lazy
Yeah, my head may be hazy!
I drink an unhealthy dose of caffeine to stay awake
Oh well, oh well, oh well!
Hopefully my two weeks summer break will be enough
To face another working year
I am positive this fifty miles trip will be enough
To face another working year
I am confident that motel six will be enough
To face another working year
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2. |
My face is my mask
03:07
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How could we know
Our heritage was broken?
We're on hold again
Following the trend
Disgruntled with the pressure
We have lost control
We're damned
To repeat the same mistakes
To promote the message
Living in a constant scan
Of ourselves
Of our face
Satellites
Airborne spies
City lights
We can't hide
It's too late!
My face! My mask! My soul!
My face! My mask! My soul
Hanged on sight
My face! My mask! My soul!
My face! My face! My face!
Tame and ready to go
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3. |
Panic room blues
02:28
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It's not in vain
It was meant to be this way
Our blood is boiling
Our eyes turn red
It's been a while
We wear a big fat smile
We're on a mission
To never spill
Cause now we swill
Remember what drove us here
Cause now we swill
Remember what drove us here
Cause now we swill
We need anguish
We need panic to the brain
Tremors
Right through the brain
Tremors
We're never shy
To do the parasite
We play it louder
Cause we're nearly deaf
We're still not ready
This room's not pretty
There may be somehow
More time to kill
Cause now we swill
Remember what drove us here
Cause now we swill
Remember what drove us here
Cause now we swill
We need anguish
We need panic to the brain
Tremors
Right through the brain
Tremors
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4. |
Braindead
03:09
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A silent craving brought demise
How easily we're torn apart
Buried smiles
Drenched in tar
Exiled
Seems like we've been lost in time
You'll never see me
A frustrated residue
You'd better slow that twirl
I hold my breath until I collapse
And start to think we have surpassed
Every chance
To read between the lines
I whine
Cause there is nothing we can try
(Too much time) Oblivious but now I'm back
(Braindead but alright) I stopped my thinking, I feel fine
I stay blind
Speechless on a strike
Exiled
If you're still here you're out of sight
You'll never see me
A frustrated residue
I'll never see you
That's what you want me to
You'll never see me
A frustrated residue
I'll never see you
That's what you want me to
Braindead
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5. |
Hungry at sundown
04:47
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It’s come before
But after a while
You never recall
It’s been here with you
Would you recognise it?
Would you know its voice?
It’s hidden under your pillow
It waits at the bottom of your cup
It’s happening again
Hungry at sundown
How come you don’t understand
The sounds of the seasons
The joy of this season
The softness in your heart
Let go
There’s not enough flesh
Let go
Of the hunger itself
And then
Dissolve
Dissolve into this
That evening when you first learned
Your love for the things of this world
Curled up with nothing but gratitude and tears
Your love for the things of this world
The breeze and the dust and the woods and the concrete
The taste of his hand in your mouth
The train that you ride every night
The stillness. The rain and the cats
The first time you saw your own blood
The night you understood the moon is a sphere
The spirit moving under your skin
The nights you slept on the floor
The empty roads. The crowded bars
The sudden urge to lick someone’s back
Dissolve
Dissolve
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