1. |
Heathen Boy
03:37
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Below her knees,
Below her nest,
Underneath her fingerprints
and her happiness.
He feels at ease
When no one's home.
No one there to call on him,
when he's alone
Heathen Boy, Hedon Boy
Heathen Boy, Hedon Boy
She pisses on him like a
dog under a lake.
A fresh supply of pleasantries to
push him across the break.
And when it gets too close,
he lets out a snarl,
"Give me back my intuition,
let my body wild!"
Heathen Boy, Hedon Boy
Heathen Boy, Hedon Boy
Fill them up
again, again,
Keep them
coming back, coming back.
As daylight wanes,
the time draws near,
closer to the time of night he's
learned to love and fear.
What a crazy time,
to be a man,
pointing spirits to the sky cause
no one understands the plan.
Heathen Boy, Hedon Boy
Heathen Boy, Hedon Boy
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2. |
Monoruntime
04:46
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I don’t know why I care,
seems like I’ve been everywhere, but
here and now it
comes to pass,
I’m floating on like a gas.
And I believe
in everything,
in all the gods,
atheism and martial law.
Oh my God it’s him,
the captain’s off his leash again.
smiling wide and wild,
stumbling on like a child.
And I believe
in everything
from life support,
euthanasia, and millions more.
How do you know
if you’re overdue
and there’s no one else who believes in you?
How do you tell
if you’re out of touch
and it’s finally time to get a real job?
monoruntime
monoruntime
Here he comes along,
he’s fucking up the song.
He doesn’t even care,
he wears no underwear.
And I believe in everything,
and nothing too.
How can you tell
if you’ve been approved,
when you’re the only one who can believe in you?
How can you be sure
if the path is right,
when you’re the only one who can make that choice?
monoruntime
monoruntime
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3. |
Punch My Gut
04:36
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My cigarette
burns slowly
in my hand
I've forgone time
one second less
one fortress dyin'
yeahahhahaaaaah(e.g. crazy cowboy wailing)
My castle stands
400 ft
above your head
Creepin around
I'll sneak up on you
anywhere
Punch my gut
Lick my hands
Give me everything I need
Punch my gut
Lick my hands
Give me everything I need
YEAAHAHAHEAA
YEEAHHHA
YEAAHHA
(e.g.more wailing)
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4. |
Heart
03:21
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A brittle back
hard in two
sleeping whilst the party
beckons you
calls you out, to the hallway
open your mouth.
Feeling tired!
but so inspired!
I can't take it!
I can't take it!
I once forgot what
now I can recall
Open your mouth and
breath into your balls
there's no triumph unless you fall
open up
soften your chest
don't hold in what you know is best.
Pulling over!
and fucking up!
resistance kills!
if you let it!
but you can fight it!
try to lift it!
but you can beat it!
you can lift it!
you can fight it!
Journey on...
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5. |
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Fe fi fo fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Fe fi fo Fuuuummm
Now bring me the gun,
I'll do some harm.
The cattle stampede
through the farm.
Into the hollow earth they go
You can't believe your naked eyes,
I'll mesmerized til the edge of time
You can count on that to be
Never wait for the answer, oh no
I'll bring you down
to the end, I'll
take you under,
and make you feel at ease.
Evan Mix:
Do we make up the supernatural because we're lonely
And trust everything that's been said in testimonies
About abductions from beings that look like macaronis
Making luncheons from beings just like pepperonis
But science fiction
An alarming subscription
For remote conviction
Meaning there's more people having experiences
that make them believe
With that confidence
In our species' dominance
Takes our audience
Meaning the believers want the supernatural to take
them away and teach them
But why do we need to be awe-inspired by life that
we don't even know exists
Are we feeling blasé?
Are we bored?
Does it compensate for thinking externally
Hiding the insecurity with expressing internally
Meaning I guess I have difficulty believing they're
true
For sci-fi all I need is lazer-tag, pew pew
Chorus:
We are the giants of the hollow earth
We are the giants of the hollow earth
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6. |
The Dealer
05:13
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The dealer always seems to win
even when the odds are
slim to none.
The cards upon the green
always seem
to be the end
of me,
of me.
Each time again I tend to think
the same of those I
cause to blame
for my defeat.
The chips are dealt,
the game is played
on me
on me
21 to win,
I've
given up until I
play again.
Maybe next time I'll be
smarter than the
dealer at his game
I've played my hand into a wall
there's nothing left to forfeit now
except my dignity
which I need
before I leave.
At first it seemed like we would
be the best of pals.
A cordial meeting for a game,
we'll add the numbers
of the cards,
and see the outcome
of the bout,
the hours pass,
the chips run out,
for me,
for me.
21 to win,
I've
given up until I
play again.
Maybe next time I'll be
smarter than the
dealer at his game.
Based upon a guess,
no rationality, or
second best.
Competitive unrest,
I'm leavin with whatever I can
til I get home
yeahh...
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7. |
My First
04:14
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My first
belief
is what held me back
Until
I reached
a simple trick
To go
alone
and see for myself
I'm just a person
On this earth
A person
There's not
much I can say
That's not already been said
Or done
Or ingrained
In somebody else's head
We learn
We die
What else can you do?
I'm just a person
On this earth
A person
What do
I really know?
I'm just a person
On this earth
A person
On this earth
a person.
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8. |
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Sometimes
I don't do
All the things that I say I'll do.
I'll tell a person yes
and later on
it turns out I don't want to.
Am I really all that bad
for following what I prefer?
I don't mean to offend.
In a world where there's just
so much stuff,
begging for attention and...
Trying to pull you in,
Trying to pull me in,
Trying to draw us out of ourselves...
Maybe I'm a flake,
I honestly don't know,
but I would not disagree.
Cause I
certainly consider that a
possibility,
and it's another day to work on me.
yeah, it's another day to work on me...
A wise man once gave me
that piece of advice
and I try to hold it dear.
Cause what else can I do
but work upon myself and
try to think things through?
Dropping off what I've learned,
Learning to let it go,
Aiming to miss the mark,
Leaving to settle down in the
Darkness,
the gate to all,
mystery...
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9. |
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Who am I?
I don't know
I'm often too afraid to ask
but it's such a simple question.
To think an animal could look inside and
figure itself out.
Is it even worth the asking?
So what am I to forfeit now
that I feel so insincere?
Is it just how I perceive it?
Could I offer you a blessing?
To escape this awful message
that my name's not who I am.
Can I leave behind what I think I've done wrong?
Can I cease to judge the criticized before me?
Am I wrong to feel the way I think I feel?
Or is it just a faulty feeling for this song?
If I'm honest with myself,
I was born without a name,
or even a guilty conscience.
But how can I know that for sure
if I'm constantly alarmed?
and bombarded with a message,
telling me to go to heaven
telling me to see the light,
that I'm wrong to feel this way.
Can I leave behind what I think I've done wrong?
Can I cease to judge the criticized before me?
Am I wrong to feel the way I think I feel?
Is there anybody else who I could be?
For myself, For myself
I could see, I could see
I could see for certain.
I would be so uncertain,
were you not so apparent.
I could believe my lies,
were you not built inherent.
I, I could see
If I could see
If I could see for certain.
Just one
look at yourself,
and you'd see what
you've been running from.
Run!
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10. |
$18.34=Death
03:17
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If you're hungry,
and they have nowhere to cook for you
and if you're lonely,
they got nothing up their sleeves,
and if you're sleepy,
you sleep on top of the window sill,
you think of leaving,
they push you around and they point you home,
push you around and they point you home.
It's so commercial,
the way they run you around this place,
it hurts to hold it,
fingers slip as they clutch in place.
So why do you try?
To believe in all these
flights of fancy
all these flights of fancy
flights of fancy
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12. |
We As Us
03:26
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I feel like hangin out,
I'm wheelin.
It seems like every chance they get
they challenge me with what I need.
I'm walkin around,
maybe concealin
some ancient force
that I can't quite comprehend.
And when I open
I feel as though,
there's no one here it's
only we as
us and them they
slide away down,
to when they first became.
My intuition it
feeds me slowly.
It seems like every breath I take
is molded out of what they say.
All suppositions,
sound so holy.
We're stuck in dirt,
no time for friends.
And when I open
I feel as though,
there's no one here it's
only we as
us and them they
slide away down,
to when they first became.
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13. |
Sain A Wole
03:10
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YEEAAAHHH!!!
I've seen a war,
I've been around enough to know
a saner way,
to bring the battle here today.
I calculate
and settle down inside my cell,
I percolate,
and segregate my self in two...
HELLL NOO!!
I've been around,
enough to know,
enough to see...
Can you make yourself?
Can you break yourself?
Can you fake yourself?
Can you save yourself?
Could you meet your match,
or fasten down the hatches?
Could you leave no trace,
and follow me?
follow me? (YEAH!!)
I've seen a war,
fought throughout my lifetime,
between the soul
trapped within the beehive,
and when it's time
to transmute the energy
there comes a choice,
to run or go down fighting...
I've seen a war, (YEAAHH!!!)
fought throughout my lifetime,
between the soul
trapped within the beehive,
And when it's time (YEAHH!!!)
to extoll his majesty,
I know a lie
WHEN I SEE ONE
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14. |
Tiers
04:54
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Am I a human or a robot?
Am I a real human being?
Or am I an automatic reflex
calculating data streams?
Conditioning, it clouds the senses,
filling us often to the brim.
Can't someone help me find the preset
to flush me out and start again?
A lower tier
brings you down
til a light shines through the sea...
Just one more piece of information
to teach me how I ought to live.
to put me right back where I'm at then
transmute what I'd like to give.
Secrecy is the highest concept,
silence is what we are at best.
Nothing was ever quite as hopeless
as a master screen gone black.
Am I a human or a robot?
Am I a real human being?
or am I a mechanized reaction
propagating histories?...
A lower tier
brings you down,
the highest tier brings it back around.
The lowest tier
keeps you down
the highest tier brings it back around...
Maybe we're living dreams
haunting the realms of space
Maybe we're living dreams
running round the clockwork face
Maybe it's all a dream
til a light shines through the sea...
Am I a human or a robot?
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