1. |
Closerer
02:36
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I Spit at your satellite grace
(Forever)
Thump chaos into your immortals
(Salivate)
Gripes settled in front of your faces
(Unsettled)
Hair meshes the grill of the plug hole
Drek
Drek
I bicker better while the steam sits still
Take a swig of iodine then gargle and exhale
Churn
Is the door locked
Are we safe?
Can’t find my keys,
Can’t find the strength
To crush a kingdom
To crawl to shelter
To resolve a misstep and shoulder through
To put their lights out
To ask forgiveness
To brave the squalor
And better anyone at all
Right away
Defy them
Defy them
Defy them
Or wither
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2. |
Sticky Back Uranium
02:10
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Been feeling queasy since I’ve been working from home
The neighborhood dogs and cats have all lost their coats
Number 10 Are doing well, they have their TV on full blast
They’re doing loads of washing and they don’t even work now
Wonder what that glow is
Shining out From under the tree house
Ceramic pellets crammed into stickle bricks
Fuel rods stuck together using pva
Little Billy has a wild look as he trembles
Under the power he’s created
Sticky back, Uranium
Sticky back, Uranium
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3. |
The Daily Phet
01:07
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Most people I care for
Are struggling and flailing
Or at best are devoid of all hope
We’re self medicating
Cos we’ve been abandoned
Over indulging and undiagnosed
Hostile environment
Make sure to fill your quota
Give us this day Our daily phet
So we can exist in this trap
Every year, We bury more of us
Every time, We drink to the dead
We squash our minds, So we can exist
In this hostile, environment
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4. |
Tin Banshee
03:18
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When the foundations are rumbling
(Wailing)
Beams of blue tear through the curtains
(So lambant)
You spin your blades into an infernal loop
(Wailing)
Shine the lights
Follow the lights
Escape the lights
Harbinger of mischief
Heat seeking arm of justice
When there’s death you’ll be wailing
Always protecting profit
Pat the ground down for its secrets
(Hidden)
Keeping one ear on the scanner
(Lost signals)
Make sure to take your cut of the contraband
(Full pockets)
Shine the light
Follow the light
Worship the light
Harbinger of mischief
Heat seeking arm of justice
Swallowed by the billowing darkness
The chase becomes your mother
Rotary sigil
Burned into your mind
The rumbling offering
Brings you to your gods
Protect and carve
Draped in oil soaked rags
You kneel on ball bearings
Douse yourself in contact spray
And give yourself to your masters
While the whole world is oblivious
(Hidden)
Your secret tryst will bring you comfort
(So lambent)
You’ll let them know when there’ll be an offering
(Wailing)
Bless the light
Love the light
You are the light
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5. |
Wire Mother
02:34
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Swilling, retching, creaking
Focus, shifting, completely
No sense of time, I am a shade
Tendons, wither, and unfurl
Jumping, at your, movements
A harsh reset, all milk and wires
There’s no option for comfort
There’s just consumption
Help me cling to this blood bag I have to pretend
To be vital to someone
Don’t need much, just need your time
Just jump on in, The water’s foul
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Stall a moment
Help me unravel these tubes cos I need to unwind
Air taps my shoulders, this is my construct
The cheapest of blows, twists in my gut
I leave it to rot, And cram in another
For a handful of moments, I am a shade
Close the loop or you’ll come undone
Even if you don’t think, you havethe chance
No one can, pull you back
A brand new phase
Of endless chaos
I stutter and wait for you
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6. |
Crowd Pleaser
01:52
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I’ll never be good enough
To be your mate
But that’s alright with me
Cos it looks fucking exhausting
The patter is venomous
Your elitist construct
Forms a yoke around your neck
While you watch your kings disappoint themselves
Wretched are the best
Gather all your friends
See how we exist
Whether you pretend we do or not
Grout furls
Close the blinds
Trip over the top step
and do yourself a mischief
Only jokes
Fill Your Throat
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