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Dreamcage
03:12
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Calling us slaves is an understatement
This is a cage and we were made for it
I tried so hard to shake off the sense that these aren’t my thoughts
That someone or something would use my teeth to bite my tongue
I paced the walls where I learned to walk and that I ran from
When I tore them down I saw through the bars of the dreamcage
Through the bars at the view
See things from inside the dreamcage
Gaze not for long or else be lost
I am the chaff of a crop not fit for consumption
Bioengineered for use in raw power acquisition
What I want is not of concern but serves to turn me out
As I am lulled into forgetting that the view is through the bars
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2. |
The Caste
03:16
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No one you love is alive
Beyond the edge of the stagelight
Their costumes will dawn
New actors tomorrow night
You think that you are alone in feeling worn
But as it turns out you’re wrong
We’re all just as fucked as spent condoms
Fiends
Teach a man to fish and he eats
Then teach a man to hate and he bleeds
That you may drink
Kings
You know about the myths and yet
You care not what love you trample
For want of conquest
Gods
It seemed like you ran the show
As it turns out you’re actors
It’s time to reconcile
Saints
You exist among us as martyrs
That as you live, you’re cursed
To die on fire or become the devil
You think that you are alone in feeling worn
But as it turns out you’re wrong
We’re all fucked and bound for oblivion
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3. |
You Had One Job To Do
03:29
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If I want something done right I’ve got to do it myself
That’s the last time I count on you - you had one job to do
Serves me right for believing someone
With a face like yours - no brains to back it up
Like someone left a psycho in charge of the ice cream truck
And he’s tearing ass through neighborhoods with gospel cranked up
Don’t be that guy... seriously
Like someone left a douchebag outside in the blazing sun
And it burst everywhere instead of just shriveling up
You’re an ocean of exploding douchebags
But instead of perfume you smell like jetsam
You had one job to do but you fucked it up
Like a douchebag
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4. |
The Business
03:45
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I had to put up with…
The entrance
Leading to the business
The decadence
Of candle lit crustaceans
The garcon
Interrupting conversation
The patrons
Especially the blank ones
I had to put up with the dress code
A squid hat was out of the question
But a tablecloth cape, acceptable
If I promised to stop moaning loudly
The entrée
Never order blowfish
The toilet
Don’t ever eat a blowfish
The lobsters
Battling for dominance
The maitre d
Returning my pants back to me
The exit
It was very wiggly
The policeman
He was also silly
Blowfish comin atcha
Also lobster
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5. |
Throw the Bones
03:07
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To eliminate uncertainty
Do not neglect the empty space
Dump your assets
Turn out your pockets
Clear the cubicles
Go to where they throw the bones
Collect every belonging
Throw them down on the pentagram
Let fate thus be decided
By the powers of chance
Now would you just look at my bones
Scattered and gathered over aeons
They are not only skeletons
They tell on everyone
Dare you have a seat by the fire
Let it leap into your eyes
Futures permeate the hollows
Where we throw the bones
Hey would you not trip on my skull
Subconsciously aggregating séance
It isn’t just mummified
It contains extra sight
No one seems to give a fuck
What a little possession does
Not only is it what you consume
It’s also what consumes you
Throw the bones to fate
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6. |
Humans Hunting Humans
03:26
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I did not plan this shit show
But I’ll makeshift like MacGyver
You take all of the credit
You deserve it
Checkin out a proposition I heard
Where they say they makin money
Grab your alligator boots and your bug spray
Meet y’all on the dawn when you’re ready
Fan boats floatin on ya early morning
Your chariot awaits
Gotta watch out for the monsters in the water
Poking up their eyes just above the surface
As if on purpose to make you nervous
Systematically latching onto subconscious
To give you what a sense of a self is
As they lure and spin you in circles
Humans hunting humans
I can’t believe what I’m seeing
That this is not a dream
The thick of things ain’t what it seems
If you think danger hides in reeds
And lives unrapt with human clothing
Boy have you got another thing coming
Ride that dinghy like a motherfucker
Through the swamp creatures
You may want to take a closer look
At your so-called search party
They have too many teeth
To be living on peanut butter and jelly
Scoping exit strategies
Because of the savage inevitabilities
Encompassing every contingency
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7. |
Goddamn Monkeys
03:27
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Mother of monsters
She is wonderful
But her bastards are usurpers
And her forbearance is power
For the feckless slave driver
Who cannot be bothered to give a whip
Do not buy into the bullshit machine
Do not turn back into goddamn monkeys
Lock and load the revolution
Where the truth has become ammunition
Why would a man extend his hand
If he is unarmed
If his other hand is covered in his shit
Or the motherfucker is hiding something
Show us what you got
For fucking all of us
You won’t get away with any of it
You’ll lose it all when you’re buried
We will not mark your grave
We will forget about your name
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8. |
Spans
06:25
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Culminating in the mist
Divisive forces of violence
Survival instincts and death wishes
Wisdom and madness
Separated by a thread
Always turning around on them
Spans reaching anyway to both ends
Don’t fall asleep in the mist
There does it rear its head beyond each edge
What is impossible that you feel pulsating
Understanding it is a mirage
Invisible if not obscure
So long has it been
Every night I turn in
Then by daylight I’m turned back around
The sceneries either on fire
Or cold like hailstorms
Green and black eruptions
Were it not for a pattern of light
I would fall for the spiral
But it’s not as if it’s been a great deal of help
For so long has it been
That at night I turn in
And by daylight I’m turned back around
The future feels set in stone
And my memory like a frayed rope
But because of the world
Being so turned around
I can’t find any other way out
The only thing keeping me warm
Is waking up rapt in doubt
Some nights I dream I freeze to death
If I perish, label my corpse
Mark it down on the tails of my coat
But it’s not as if it is a great deal of help
For so long has it been
That at night I turn in
And by daylight I’m turned back around
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9. |
Get Down (bonus track)
02:41
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Let’s party every single fucking night of our lives
That’ll really show the man who’s boss
He can fire us but we don’t give a fuck
About a salary
Social security
Wearing a monkey suit
To a meeting starting soon
About bonus miles
I’m already high enough
I find that sexual harassment
Is a real turn on
About being on time
Working round the clock
About sucking up
Instead of getting off
Get up
Peace out
Get off
A three-year lease
A chihuahua
Bundled insurance
A lawnmower
About applecarts
Being stuck in traffic
About facing life
From the backs of bandwagons
How you gonna do it if you really don’t wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
Get your back up off the wall
About stability
Prescription insoles
About insanity
Human centipedes
About fucking time
Which is all the time
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