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Get In Where You Fit In
04:33
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Get In Where You Fit In
Come on baby light the dark
Come on baby light the dark
My vision’s impaired
The drugs are getting soft
Turn the TV off
Your scabs will peel
They crack your will in half
Crack your will and laugh
Smash out their teeth
Tongues will split the seas will choke and spit
Come on bay life’s a charm
Come on baby life’s a charm
Dangling from your arm
Baby it’s not my fault
You’re camera shy in the dark
I don’t get much sleep
Take me to the beach
Far across the sea
Loose my trace
Carve my niche I’ll get in where I fit
A swiveled head
Fractured skin and
Bruised bones
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Internal Affairs
06:43
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Internal Affairs
Yesterday was rough
I felt like I had enough
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
To call or fall for the bluff
Someone call internal affairs
The karma police are corrupt
Where you going with all them drugs
Maybe you’re just not tough enough
Narcs planted the seed on you
Now you’re reaping the cuffs
Shouldn’t they be stopping
Not pushing the stuff
Breathe
Close your eyes
There’s a grab-bag of mantras to recite
Dream
Don’t apologize
Your head’s Kleptocrats take bribes
I could’ve sworn I handled all this stuff
I guess I just swept it under the rug
The DEA sends its love
As an assassin bug does
A puddle’s an ocean
A nick is a gash
A ditch is an abyss
Palpitation - heart attack
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Wait For Patience
05:42
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Wait For Patience
I can’t seem to adapt to the pain
It’s been 10 long weeks of the same old same
I hope and I pray I’ll be OK
With the aid of 60mg a day
Wait, they say wait
A mind and body coup d’etat
The rebels exploit the ruler’s flaw
The relentless siege, they can’t seem to suppress
Even with a surplus ammunition of tablets
Patience is a stranger
Patience is a friend
Patience is a pen pal
Patience is a trend
I can’t remember my name
The mirrors morph and shift shape
Come on and join the serotonin parade
We’ll celebrate the day I’ll be saved
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Cataphonia
06:54
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Cataphonia
I wear this peace
like a cloak of broken glass
A wheeled statue on a treadmill
Stroboscope life
of suspended animation
Time flies
with your winged wishes
In love with the idea
Slit today's wrists, it'll bleed into years
I believe, therefore I am
I'm nothing if I don't act on my beliefs
Just a tease, a pseudo-life left empty
I believe, I believe I believe too much
Cataphonia
In a rush to stand still see who can stand still the fastest
Balanced on that thin line between patience and laziness
Floating in your face always almost, tasted
A carrot on a string
In love with the idea
Slit today's wrists, it'll bleed into years
I bleed; therefore I am
I'm nothing static, at peace
Words we speak are just contaminated air
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I haven't bled enough
The pot of gold is the rainbow
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