1. |
Locust
01:36
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How have I not suffocated?
Twenty-five years and still stuck in a shell.
I've retired from tryna get out of it,
Now I'm waiting to die so I don't die from exhaustion.
I feel my body start heaving,
Cause it's easier for me to have nothing to believe in.
And you must think that I'm decaying,
I could say you're wrong but I'm tired of debating.
So I'll just lay dormant like a locust,
When I come up from the ground things will come into focus.
Then I'll destroy everything you've ever known,
And revert back to the hole that I call my home...
I call my home.
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2. |
Oh Burlington!
04:40
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Everybody dreams of creating time machines to the past.
We're all living in the future, it's the same old jazz.
I'm just trying to survive, I just wanna stay alive, it's a struggle.
Tossing thoughts up in the air counting ways you've been unfair but I can't juggle.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, tell me where the fuck have you been?
We're trapped in the pines my friend.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, you're not so innocent,
We didn't heed the signs again.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, bury all your skeletons,
This ghost town seems so haunted.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, nothing will grow in this garden.
The water's been poisoned.
I wish that I could dream like the people on TV but I'm broken.
I've been traumatized and I try to fantasize that I'm coping...well.
I'm just jamming along to the same old fucking songs that aren't mine.
I'm ripping off the rhythms to represent my time.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, tell me where the fuck have you been?
We're trapped in the pines my friend.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, you're not so innocent,
We didn't heed the signs again.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, bury all your skeletons,
This ghost town seems so haunted.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, nothing will grow in this garden,
The water's
Creeping out from the depths of the wood,
Land of the devil, armpit of the country.
You'll find a rebellion in a neighborhood,
Home to a whole slew of fucked up people like me.
Those old voices never know what's been going down below in New Jersey.
The local flowers and fauna could give you herpes. (Yeah)
Why try to explain what's been racking the brain of a commoner?
In castles you cower, using your power to make us suffer.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, tell me where the fuck have you been?
We're trapped in the pines my friend.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, you're not so innocent,
We didn't heed the signs again.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, bury all your skeletons,
This ghost town seems so haunted.
Oh, oh, oh Burlington, nothing will grow in this garden,
The water's been poisoned.
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3. |
Flagpole Squatta'
02:43
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Well you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.
And you can lead me to the kitchen but you can't make me wash the dishes
Stacked up in my sink.
And I knew Harvey was in danger, when he sat on a flagpole,
He yelled down before falling "If you're bored then you're boring."
Please tell me that's not so.
They say the heart wants what it wants,
If that's true then mine should stop beating any minute.
These ghosts invoke fear as they haunt,
And everything I started I'll abandon here unfinished.
You can stomp right on a doormat, and it won't feel a thing.
And you can take all that you said back or you can tie me to the train tracks,
Oh, what joy that would bring.
We're all fucking hypocrites in some way or another.
And I demanded justice since the party got fucking busted, (HEY)
Let's hope we can recover.
They say the heart wants what it wants,
If that's true then mine should stop beating any minute.
These ghosts invoke fear as they haunt,
And everything I started I'll abandon here unfinished.
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4. |
Marxsplaining
05:23
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I wish I'd spent more of my time doxing nazis and going on strike
Instead of reading books & entertaining thoughts
about revolutions time forgot.
I wish I could say I've stayed the same,
But I've been busy reading Hegel and Marxsplaining
To anyone so bored they'll listen to me,
and take for granted that I'm not lying.
And I know an uprising ain't coming soon as long as we
keep our doors closed off to all the folks
that don't dig philosophy.
And I've got a little secret 'tween you and me:
I've seen the dust, and the liberals are scared to die
Like the rest of us!
Shout out to the situationists.
Let's drift around and get all sorts of lost in this
Thoughtless routine with the good intent
To get our friends shaken out of it.
Patches of grass scattered between
Seemingly endless oceans of concrete,
And I must admit I've been dreaming more.
It makes it harder and harder to ignore.
And I know an uprising ain't coming soon as long as I
Keep on being afraid, locking away,
From friends walking the line.
I've got a little secret that in due time
It'll all be fine, as long as we can
Heed the signs.
All the socialists I know are a little too antisocial
though they know that we're all in trouble.
How can we find peace if we decide to
Turn our backs, up and leave?
We're all missionaries for what we believe.
You are all to blame; preaching change but you stay the same.
We are all to blame, we are all to blame.
All the socialists I know are a little too antisocial
though they know that we're all in trouble.
How can we find peace if we decide to
Turn our backs, up and leave?
You're a missionary for what you believe.
And Kropotkin probably tossin' turnin' in his grave
If he could see all the
Atomized folks, all playing host,
To so-called "communities."
And I'm fed up with all this secrecy.
It's not my job to educate you,
But I want to.
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5. |
Mourning Star
05:00
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Somewhere down the road we got lost in this place,
We went back to the start of this maze of a race.
Like blind leading the blind, we don't know where we are,
But I can see in the dark if I follow the morning star.
If I follow the morning star.
Sometimes I can't tell what is real and what's fake,
We'll better understand if we know what's at stake.
It isn't always darkest just before the dawn,
But I'll keep following the light 'til I find where it is I belong.
Till I find where it is I belong.
If I follow the morning star,
Will it light the way?
If I follow the morning star,
Will I find my way?
My mother told me "son, I'm afraid of the night."
I told her "don't be scared cause I'm right by your side."
You've seen me for my strengths and ignored all my flaws,
But don't be scared to tell me if this fight will not help our cause.
This fight will not help our cause.
The failure of the world to have mercy on us,
Has left me here alone among the ashes and dust.
We may have reached the end but I just cannot quit,
Cause I saw you suffer more in one life than I'd like to admit.
In one life than I'd like to admit.
If I follow the morning star,
Will it light the way?
If I follow the morning star,
Will I find my way?
I will not forget the times I was lost.
And how you always had my back, no matter the cost.
Even though you'll never know, I'm mourning every night.
The morning star will guide me home to my own grave site.
Follow the morning star.
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6. |
Before the Sun Comes Up
05:39
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No gods, no masters, we're just a bunch of bastards.
Looking to preserve the night, we're smashing all your lanterns.
You'd better tread lightly, or prepare to fight me.
If you don't fucking walk away, the rage inside will blind me.
Mentally unstable, physically unable,
To keep inside the hatred I'm feeling.
My mouth is foaming, never really knowing,
What exactly you're fearing.
Demons in disguise, look into our glowing eyes,
You'll find no freedom if you keep all your doors shut.
Underneath the moon, the revolt is rising soon,
If we don't die before the sun comes up.
You're a fool and nothing more, and our words you have ignored,
It's obvious you're scared of us, and it's obvious you're done for.
One by one you fall behind, and we will have our feast this time,
Justify your selfishness, you'll be punished for your war crimes.
Mentally unstable, physically unable,
To keep inside the hatred I'm feeling.
My mouth is foaming, never really knowing,
What exactly you're fearing.
Demons in disguise, look into our glowing eyes,
You'll find no freedom if you keep all your doors shut.
Underneath the moon, the revolt is rising soon,
If we don't die before the sun comes up,
Comes up.
I will haunt your dreams tonight, every thought I will consume.
Flesh be torn by every bite, I am impending doom.
You call me an anomaly, I'm a rabid fucking monster.
You promised true equality, but I think it's an impostor.
Mentally unstable, physically unable,
To keep inside the hatred you're feeling.
Your mouth is foaming, never really knowing,
What exactly we're fearing.
Demons in disguise, look into our glowing eyes,
We'll find no freedom if we keep all our doors shut.
Underneath the moon, the revolt is rising soon,
If we don't die before the sun comes up,
If we don't die before the sun comes up,
If we don't die before the sun comes up.
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7. |
One Cop, Two Cop
03:18
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One cop, two cop, three cop more,
Coming to break down your front door.
You heard the slam of the battering ram,
They left you handcuffed on the floor.
One step, two step, three step, shot,
Thought you'd be safe, but now the barrel's hot.
They don't play nice, take my advice,
Run while you can 'fore you get dropped.
What the body cams don't see,
All the beatings on the beat.
Stories unmask a traitor of class,
We've learned to fear the sirens scream.
Raising suspicion, you fit their description,
And public execution is much cheaper than prison.
But the times when it's not, the cops will cuff you up,
And they'll work you for free, rotting away in a cell block.
One shot, two shot, three shot, floor,
Once was enough but they had to be sure.
A vivid dream of a morbid scene,
On repeat full of blood and gore.
State sanctioned violent clans,
The biggest gang in all the land.
A sounder of crooks, all on the books
And ready to roam the streets again.
Raising suspicion, you fit their description,
And public execution is much cheaper than prison.
But the times when it's not, the cops will cuff you up,
And they'll work you for free, rotting away in a cell block.
Hands up!
Raising suspicion, you fit their description,
And public execution is much cheaper than prison.
But the times when it's not, the cops will cuff you up,
And they'll work you for free, rotting away in a cell block,
Yeah they'll work you for free, rotting away in a cell block,
Yeah they'll work you for free, rotting away...
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8. |
Nobody's Sun
03:35
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I heard what you said and I have to disagree,
I'm not gonna argue with you, I think I'm just gonna leave.
I don't have the energy to stick around and fight,
And I won't let somebody else control my fucking life.
I've been thinking about the words that you've chosen to use.
And the type of fucking hell that generally ensues,
When you jab and you poke and you wake a sleeping bear,
Or when you talk around in circles and there's no ground left to stand.
Breathe in deep, but then I keep forgetting to let it out.
A road that leads, to a slope this steep, is gonna kill me without a doubt.
So I'll run from everything, just like I've always done.
I'll get lost among the stars, cause I'm nobody's sun.
I am nobody's sun.
I am nobody's sun.
I am nobody's sun.
I am nobody's sun.
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9. |
Solidarity
05:42
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Solidarity
Have you read the news today?
I heard civilian casualties
And neighbors brawling in the streets in
Solidarity
Tell me, how'd you feast today?
I had myself a foot-long sub
While a million others tasted blood in
Solidarity
Brother, who'd you see today?
I saw comrades of the working class
Taking bosses orders and kissing ass in
Solidarity
What did you do today?
Not a thing!
And I've gotta tell ya man, it's been eating at me.
Don't wanna be
No petty bourgeois wannabe.
So you say you want a revolution
Oh, well ya know.
Who has the time?
It's getting easier to find
That sin broiling under my skin
Cause I'm sick to death of standing knee deep in
Solidarity
Have you seen the world today?
Yeah yeah, sure, things have been getting bad
But have you seen all the sales they had in
Solidarity
Put it all on display
The flag rested half-mast today,
Everyday another tragedy in
Solidarity
Tell me is it too risque?
To admit something's going wrong
Have you seen what our world's become in
Solidarity
The people barely see
Their world is rotting
And i gotta tell you man, it's been eating at me
Don't wanna be
No petty bourgeois wannabe.
So you say you want a revolution
Oh, well ya know.
Who has the time?
It's getting easier to find
That sin broiling under my skin
Cause I'm sick to death of standing knee deep in
(Shit!)
I just don't think all of these growing pains
Justify all of the capital gains
These days I don't even know who to trust
And I need something more than just
Good ol' Complacency.
What the fuck do you want from me?
I think I'll take a stroll outside
With mask adorned, the bombs will fly it's
Gonna get real scary
When the barricades arise
The dialectic war machine
Some of the people standing here may die in
Solidarity
What does that word even mean?
The tug of war, the shifting sands
The masses standing hand-in-hand in
Solidarity
This ain't no dinner party,
Yeah don't wait up on me!
But I've gotta tell you man, I've dreamed of blood red skies.
Gotta let loose and
Find your excuse
To raise your fist and rise!
So you say you want a revolution,
Well you know,
Let's make the time.
Make it easier to find
That sin broiling under your skin!
'Cause I'm sick to death of standing
Sick to death of standing knee deep in
I hear the voices echoing in...
Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
For the union makes us strong
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10. |
Locust II (Last Moult)
04:58
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I've always said "I'll get to it tomorrow."
But this time I really mean it.
I am the culmination of everything I've lost,
And no amount of overtime can cover the cost.
Shedding my skin, my doubts are next to follow,
Petrified, but keep on breathing.
I see the path before me, and turn the other way,
Looking toward the future and it's glaring back at me.
Old habits die to clear the way for new ones,
And I'm trying to quit being my own villain.
I was smoking a cigarette outside my house,
When the rain it started, started pouring down.
I'll blame myself when it's said and done,
But try as I might, I can't conceal my feelings.
When the flames engulfed me I knew there was no going back,
Now there's only ashes but it's the only choice I had.
How have I not suffocated, took twenty-seven years to crawl out of a shell.
Mentally fried from waiting to die but I'm beginning to break the spell.
Nothing to believe, feel my body heave. Now is the time for the healing.
I am the locust destructive and hopeless until the day I break out of my skin.
One last moult.
Breaking out of my skin, my last moult.
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11. |
Beyond the Shelves
05:09
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We crossed paths in the Walmart of my subconscious.
Your warpaint was a dark shade I hardly recollect.
An ultraviolet Ulta-violence, green and black
Your lashes were flapping like the wings
Of some extinct insect.
Sending shockwaves through my spine;
Sending shockwaves through my mind.
We deserve somewhere better to explore,
Like an old forgotten thrift store,
But my mind has no directory,
And I haven't enough old memories.
You turned to me and screamed "What's next to steal?"
How do I know you're even real,
Or just validating how I feel?
And even here people think I'm a weirdo,
Because I treat the people like they're people;
Bearing witness to the unspoken evil
Alienating eyes.
I see through your disguise.
My other lover was there in spirit
Buying their poison medication,
Because the allergens are getting worse,
Like an anti-human chemical warfare of the Earth.
Show me how to break free. (Break free!)
How deep has the marketing gotten to me?
'Cause in this world I've discovered
Nobody seems to mind how much you suffer.
And I'm fearful of the chance that you won't understand;
Oh, I'm fearful of the chance that nobody understands.
No!
The aisles stretched for miles.
I see the Devil in the details.
Oh my friend, I think I see the end,
And it's far beyond the shelves.
How do I break free from this waking dream
To where no one can hear me scream again?
Well then.
Love seems to be all that is free
From the grasp of those who've gone and
Privatized everything.
Even the people, the words, the water, these chords.
The show must go on; you've got to finish the song,
'Cause this Spectacle ain't giving sway.
They've stolen everything away,
Even my subconscious Walmart,
And my subconscious you,
And my subconscious me,
And it's revealed to be that
Love is all that is free.
And someday, you'll see.
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12. |
Death of a Poet
04:41
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Buyers remorse, return to the source.
Grab your torch, before they enter with force.
Murdered my rights, severed my roots.
Endeavors at night, click, aim and shoot.
Christ ain't the only one with a body and blood,
And you ain't the only mother fucker with a gun.
From the death of a poet comes the start of a war,
And the soldiers will die so the rich can make us all more poor.
Am I in a simulation? Is this all a fucking joke?
You can bet there is a fire, when all you see is smoke.
Wish that you could be a hero, all you are is a casualty.
But ya know blood gone cold, still red as can be.
Christ ain't the only one with a body and blood,
And you ain't the only mother fucker with a gun.
From the death of a poet comes the start of a war,
And the soldiers will die so the rich can make us all more poor.
Lights reflecting off the water, shadows cower in the corner.
You can either stand with us or sit alone.
At the very epicenter of the poetry we've rendered,
Are these hands so torn by war and never coming home.
Death of a poet, start of a war.
You won't even know it, till it's at your door.
Death of a poet, start of a war.
You won't even know it, till it's right at your door.
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