1. |
Drought
03:29
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If raindrops are a race, this drought is genocide.
Those same crops that face the south grow hypnotized…
Your skeleton has a shadow I can’t see.
The setting sun is not enough to rescue me…
You have finally cracked the mirror together,
every shard a lasting glance at never—
thousands of you now have the chance to feel better…
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2. |
Orgy of One
04:15
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Why is it whenever I imagine you,
you're always in disguise?
Why does the one who's always dying
cry for the one who survives?
Even though you expect everything,
it comes as a surprise
when you find that you're not invited,
with no one to confide in...
No one said you couldn't come,
no one said you couldn't call my name.
No one said this would be fun,
no one said you wouldn't feel the same
as you did without love...
So you ring the bell, knock on the door
but no one comes to see
why the one standing there
doesn't accept exclusivity.
So you peek through the window
wondering who's at this party,
and you once seemed so excited,
but now you're undecided...
You imagine everything as if it were the past,
and you stumble through the door
into an ordinary orgy of one more way to keep you
in my arms when you're not here...
So when you peek through the window
it comes as no surprise
when you find that you're not invited—
at least that's what the fantasy provided...
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3. |
Clocks
04:30
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First time around and the sky explodes.
First time around and your eyes are closed.
Lost in the crowd, dreaming of home.
You hear a sound, a noise your blushing ears resist…
Next time around and you steal the flame.
Next time around and you feel the same
just lying down, sleeping alone.
You hear a sound, a voice you’re trusting
only if it’s not allowed/aloud…
Last time around you open your eyes.
Last time around comes as no surprise.
You heart’s clock a bomb that slowly explodes.
You fear the sound, ticks you’ll never disarm…
Your premonition’s afterthought
warns us too late of what we’ve lost.
Our lives are cliffs we clutch,
afraid to let go…
And you say
the only way down
is to fall in love…
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4. |
Agoraphobic
05:45
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You say you’re only watching the clouds.
You’re in the backyard asking me to come out of the house.
You say it’s safe for me to leave this place,
but I don’t believe your face…
There’s nothing out there,
nothing but pain and sadness for all.
After the world ends I’ll come out…
You say you’re only watching the stars.
You jingle your keys, say we should go for a ride in your car.
I’m so afraid.
You touch me and say we’ll pretend
we’re floating through space.
But I’m not relieved.
I’m far too small for space.
There’s nothing out there,
nothing but pain and sadness for all.
After the world ends I’ll come out…
You say you’re only taking my hand…
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5. |
Kleptomaniac
04:24
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You got your camera ready.
You loaded up the film.
I was just another still life you kept
on your window sill.
You kleptomaniac, taking pictures of my door
as you were leaving…
And if I hadn’t stopped you,
you would’ve taken more…
Just one click of your finger
shot me out of your Canon
where I was trapped in your escape
which you could then examine.
You kleptomaniac, taking pictures of my floor
where I was sleeping…
And if I hadn’t stopped you,
you would’ve taken more…
But I wasn’t in that photograph
of everything you need
‘cause even after all I gave, you never wanted me.
Still you framed me up in all those other cages
where I couldn’t speak or breathe.
I’ve only come to see this now—
that was how you set me free…
You sent me out on my own,
that was how I made it home—
wandering through all the clues
you left for me to follow…
Your message filled in the hole
I dug up with your shovel—
all I found was a great shot of me
from inside the bottle…
But I wasn’t in that photograph
of everything you need
‘cause even after all I gave, you never wanted me.
Still you framed me up in all those other cages
where I couldn’t speak or breathe.
I’ve only come to see this now—
that was how you set me free…
Though I never was ready
any time you said “Say cheese”…
Please...
And if I hadn’t stopped you,
you would’ve taken more…
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Our camouflage stains the dawn,
makes all the kaleidoscopes blush.
But in disguise, we feel sometimes
the emptiness is not enough.
But take another look around
if all you see
tightropes across
your eyelashes.
After all is said and done,
embrace me…
Will we have time left to survive
before the light ever reaches us?
Take another look around
if all you see
tightropes across
your eyelashes.
After all is said and done,
erase me…
Save me from all of your trust in me.
If nothing ever comes
of changing our minds
retrace me…
The sky’s blue shirt turned inside out—
darkness saturates the daylight’s drought…
Save me…
No one noticed the last star on the right
collapsed into its own black hole.
Slow hypnosis, the past is only lies—
feelings are only chemical.
So unfocused, cracks in the night sky,
eye patch over this telescope…
I’m so afraid of dying,
but all I will ever do is die…
Turn the light on, I’m dying
and all I will ever do is die…
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7. |
Say You're Alone
04:19
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Say you’re alone without her.
Say you’re alone with yourself.
Say you’re a long way from home
and you can never get back to her…
Say you’re alone without love.
Say you’re alone with yourself.
Say you’re alone in your room
and she will never come back to you…
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8. |
Mirage
04:43
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It doesn’t make a difference what you say.
Your words are empty buckets you raise from dried up wells.
Even if it was sand I’d still drink from your glass…
It seems your oasis is just a mirage,
and when I reach it I’ll get down on my knees and I’ll scream…
All that I need is you…
From cracks in the sky’s soil leaks the horizon’s tidal wave
drowning me in visions of you…
It doesn’t make a difference why you’d stay.
Your presence is just a closet in which I can hide out.
That crack of light underneath the door’s too high
for me to reach but I still attempt to climb…
And, when I reach it, I’ll get down on my knees
and I’ll scream please don’t leave me…
All that I need is you…
From cracks in the sky’s soil leaks the horizon’s tidal wave
drowning me in visions of you…
Your absence has grown fond of me—
we sleep in the same bed.
Unlocking all the wrong doors with the right key,
leaving no evidence.
Walking back home, wherever that might be—
let’s see where this road ends…
I’ll get down on my knees and I’ll scream
please don’t leave me, I can’t take it all…
All that I need is you…
From cracks in the sky’s soil leaks the horizon’s tidal wave
drowning me in visions of you…
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9. |
Tightrope
05:20
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Your performance meant to entertain—
wouldn’t cause us no more pain.
Tight-roping your flat line…
but who am I to say goodbye when you’re still alive?
Maybe I’m just afraid of heights…
With every breath you should be sure
it’s something death cannot endure…
No net between you and the ground.
The crowd around you makes no sound.
Life is such a long way down...
Truth’s rope thin as a crack in glass—
if only we’d lied at the same time…
Your courageous need to demonstrate
you deserve your only fame
falls short of what we expect.
But you and I, afraid of dying when we’re still alive—
and now you fall to all our deaths…
Your sickness seeks only what’s pure.
Can the placebo be a cure?
The courage you’ve found makes us proud.
The evening light drawn like a shroud—
tonight we’ll make the sun stay out.
You’ve flirted with death so long
that even your tombstone seems to blush…
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10. |
Black Holes
04:38
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All you want is everything,
but there’s nothing left…
I don’t know how this works—
We get what we deserve,
but no one deserves anything.
Good or bad it hurts,
for what it might be worth—
for all we know it’s nothing.
Best friends with emptiness,
it knows your address—
all the gifts it forgets to bring...
All I want is anything,
but you have it all
and say it’s all gone…
You’re all that’s left of me,
one-legged centipede,
in circles crawling in place.
Memory’s epitaph,
a walking aftermath,
photograph of your face.
Ballooning entropy,
black-hole trajectory,
attracting everything in space…
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11. |
Placebo
05:35
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These bruises gather their maps
to colonize our bodies.
The mirror’s lake reflects flocks of pixels,
our skin the sky’s camouflage…
These bruises eclipse the sun.
We were children just yesterday,
welding the links of dawn’s chain reaction,
hula-hooping halos…
Our innocence a lie…
Sift through the remnants,
inoculate all the evidence…
Kidnap the catacomb contortionist,
abducting origami fingerprints,
sifting through our alibis…
Dyslexic cells of cartoon meat explode,
their children slide under the microscope
far too close to recognize…
Barbed-wire DNA’s spiral staircase,
the children climb up from their hiding place
and pretend they’re not afraid of heights…
Blackboard chalk outline in snow,
teaching sleeping seeds to grow.
Kiss the faint forensic glow—
time erased all thought of hoax…
This mirage is our only placebo…
Voodoo dolls with cactus acupuncture,
needles to contaminate the emptiness
with new phantoms of hope…
Heart beats sprouting from our flat line’s soil…
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12. |
Flood
05:16
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So now I see just what you mean when you say that it’s too late.
And now we can never know just how far we couldn’t go,
time’s river would overflow above our heads.
This is long distance mouth to mouth,
the phone line’s faucet just leaks out.
In this water we are falls apart…
But by the time I’d even reach you
you’d already have someone else to speak to
and all your noise would drown me out…
My arms are flailing back and forth
drifting farther away from shore
all this happens right outside my door….
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