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The Fear that you project
through multitudes of fantasy
can't replace reality
whatever that means
propaganda
always has a way to penetrate you
but can't replace reality
meaning nothing, meaning nothing
Jeremy and I were discussing what happens when we die
there'll always be that final spark
that final synapse
and whatever you believe
comes true
in that instant
Can the noise be
any louder?
Can this sound add
more distortion?
A black scratched out
version of a still life
chromatic but tonal
Cobain rolls over again!
Jeremy and I were discussing what happens when we die
there'll always be that final spark
that final synapse
and whatever you believe
comes true
in that instance
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Mr. Samsa
02:58
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Gregor just wanted to get dressed
but breakfast was no option now
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3. |
Best Job Ever
04:18
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The Mexican sand
Ochre earth and midnight sky
Drags at my feet like a Fed
and wrestles me to the ground
Arms cuffed and heads down
Broken like a gangster
Broken by the gangsters.
By foot, by Jeep, by air
We may
Dream of Ohio
Ohio doesn't dream of us!
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Silence has brought you nothing
'cept being robbed by a suitcase
a flightless bird with your head in the sand
Malcolm was right
and now the oppressed
kneel at the feet of the oppressor
One cannot move forward
When one keeps pulling me back
I can't stop on a dime
with this knife in my side
You pay Caesar, what's owed Caesar
Then take it out behind the dumpster
Like an ostrich with its head in the sand
... while I explain it ...
You don't hear a sound
You don't hear a sound
You don't hear a sound!
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Circuit Board, hit the switch
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