1. |
Recenter
03:27
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Let go! Psychology unlimited, infamy of the infancy.
Doomed to a damned destiny.
I know, of a place we like to call home.
Using blood as currency, rooming with the totalitary.
Looked up the wrong inspiration.
Saddle up the match, hit the turnpike hard, set fire to the road and run.
Difficulty with the distractions, keeping me from the exordium,
Pray to honest Abe, “Where’s my patriotism?”
Chorus:
It’s time we recenter.
Doomed to a damned
Destiny.
Let go!
Sung along the wrong incantation.
Busted down the wall, ran in on the queers, planted our hated seeds, and won.
His Excellency obtained the concoctions keeping me from the door to his room.
Slain with blinding rage on the soil of my own nation!
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2. |
Possible
03:16
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3. |
Buzzkill
03:29
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4. |
Detached
03:04
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Look me in the eyes and tell me that you've never been more terrified.
If you had a moment to spare, your motives might have been nullified.
And it's not that I want to kill you.
I just need to assure that someone feels like I do.
Take it back!
I don't want it anymore!
Whisper in my ear and confirm that the doors to our souls are shut and locked
And remind me of all the times I poured my heart out and was promptly mocked.
Take it back!
I don't want it anymore!
My mind doesn't want to play nice today
And if you've got anything converse to say,
You can take it up with my long lost sanity.
The truth behind the lie is that we've all got to die
And the only thing standing in your way is your silly vanity.
Take it back!
I don't want it anymore!
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5. |
Kids These Days
03:21
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6. |
Herpes Shank
03:49
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7. |
Without Destiny
04:10
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I’ve ran with scissors. I’ve seen the face of God.
I swallow values and use his thorns as sod.
I add up what you mean to me,
As if we’re without destiny, without shame, living in a time when
Our imperfections are without a frame.
Distance doesn’t cut it, not anymore.
You know where I’ll be found.
I find that pleasure is such a chore.
Chorus:
Pure white dove, nobody likes a nobody.
It doesn’t take much when she sets you up so flawlessly.
I know you’re fearless. But, could you ever go
Beyond the traverse of which you have homegrown?
You’ll see what it all means to me upon the day of reckoning.
You will see the power of the unknown affecting all that we can be.
Placement of the cunning is on the floor.
Get used to staying down, down on the ground where
Your life’s worth more.
Chorus:
Outtro:
You, you would give up. You’d give up everything,
(You could never know how badly I want this)
Just for a chance to see, to watch my everything.
(Trapped within a rut of eternal bliss)
I know you laugh at, I know you laugh at me.
(Stapled to the wall with internal seething)
Just do not tell my tale to bring the shame I flee.
(I’ll consider lucky if I am still breathing.)
You know I stare well of your descent of stairs.
Don’t try to condescend. You know no one cares.
You know no one cares!
(End lyrics slightly different on the track)
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8. |
Fitting in is Overrated
06:05
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9. |
Split Silk
05:27
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10. |
A Dead Love
04:43
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11. |
Cut My Kin
04:17
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12. |
Show Me to the Door
03:58
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I only create to destroy.
What we collect, we deploy.
A life so lived with unnecessary vices
Is the only way to enjoy a crisis.
When can I quit the act?
He's dropped the ball. He put down the smack.
This is no longer their time.
I only long to be happy while I'm still in my prime.
The present hasn't been important
In so long.
I'll waste my life
To find out why.
Chorus:
Supply me all I need.
It's suiting I'd been freed.
The last of my hope was
Gone in a puff of smoke.
These infiltrations leave strong tracks.
If someone would be so kind as to show me to the door.
I know that that there's nothing that you would want more
Than to see me leave
For good
And I know, I know, I know
That I probably should.
Chorus:
Why must we pretend to be friends?
I was never there for you.
Why not leave it up to the wind
Where we choose to travel to?
Every time you leave me behind
So much is left to waste.
And everything that you may find
Will never serve as a paste!
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