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Forked Tongues
04:47
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Those governed minds, they never seem to let go
Mistaking opportunities like doors for windows
So when we speak up, to be shot down
It’s just the first step we need to take
I can’t shake this feeling
It’s just
Like you want me to fail
So call me failure
Misshapen frozen hearts
They do damage to those
That feel right
But, my life feels so wrong
When walls are clothing and exits seem to be so obvious
How about
When one door opens, jump out the fucking window
And every change has lead us to this
I can’t believe those empty footsteps
Played the role of your heart
So give it up give your life to something that you don’t understand
It’s uncanny how understanding you pretend to be
So what do we brand this new mistake of a man?
Another liar, another tire going down the same road
Don’t we push to feel someone pull?
Na
We push to feel someone’s love pull back
Pull back
Shed the skin of what’s obtuse and old
Elephants and donkeys are really just
Wolves and pigs in suits
Rolling around in their wealth killing chances for you
They're disguising themselves
in our red, white, and blues
Those goddamn suits
Give me the patriotic blues
Red, white, and blue
Stolen, mislead, and abused
People say that life is uncertain
Well are you certain your life should be here
Why should you base your life off of constants?
Instead of constantly questioning everything
Because you’ll never know
So give it up give your life to something that you don’t understand
It’s uncanny how understanding you pretend to be
So what do we brand this new mistake of a man?
Another liar, another tire going down the same road
Looks like you’re wearing the suit
With heath care or welfare
They will trap you
In the red, white, and blue
Stolen, Mislead, and Abused
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2. |
Pleasantville
03:11
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And so it begins
I am only here
Cause I choose to be
Seeking a heaven
I’ll never see
The saved cursed me to hell
Is that where I should be?
Is it because I don’t think like you?
Or is it because I act like me?
I don’t understand
I am a good person
Am I flawed?
Is there something wrong with me?
I’m a good person I swear it
I don’t understand
You nurture me like I’m some wounded animal
I pull my own weight
There is no black and white
There is only grey
The narrow minded painter tried to see the big picture
The only problem was he was only looking at the paper
Why would God make us so different?
If he wanted us to be the same
Why would God say there is only one way to live your life?
Oh God,
Tell me why
Tell why
Can you answer one question?
Why do open minds have closed fucking hearts?
Just tell he why
God tell me why
We are not all the same
The narrow minded painter tried to see the big picture
The only problem was he was only looking at the canvas
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3. |
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What do I do with this life?
Do I chase these dreams or do I live a lie?
Is the meaning of life just to get by?
Or can I make something of myself?
I don’t know if I can do this
Growing up has never felt so pointless
I don’t care about the weather
Cause I’ll never shine enough in your cloudy eyes
Don’t want to spend my life
Selling my time and buying memories that I will forget
Don’t want to spend my life
Selling the times that we had
But we spent them well
Let me treasure the little things (A memento of my dignity)
What happened true sincerity?
All that’s left is bullshit with my dying dreams
Name me weak
Call whatever this is worthless
The point I am trying to make is
That there is not a point at all
I stop seeing the good in people
Is there something wrong with me?
I used to have such a big heart
Now I think that people are greedy
I care so much what people think it makes me sick
Am I blending in? Oh god, am I blending in?
She says my biggest weakness is I bite my tongue too much
I’m biting it so fucking hard
Not looking forward to a life time of goodbyes
It’s scary to think about it.
It keeps me up at night
See I told you they wouldn't understand
Lisa, they don’t understand
Lisa, they don’t understand
Sitting at this table
Talking of times when life was simple
She is nineteen and I am twenty three
Talking about how our lives are changing
And how I still don’t know where I want to be.
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4. |
Rx History
04:43
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I had this dream
That history was different
Where business was not worth it
And money is not what drives us
It’s just our hearts
Is this the medicine we swallow?
Each and every day
Prescription history
A day to day dose of being told
What’s expected of you
To belittle the little ones
How can we always stay ahead?
Let’s just set up a system
A hamster wheel to spin them in
They told me it’s always been this way before
These laws are set in place
Interpret
Not erased
Question sexual preferences and common goals
Drowning in your fucking paper work
I had this dream where I wake up in a beautiful field
Being torn down and stripped of its dream
I’m just an old tree and I’m in the way
I had this dream
Where I’m a business man
A briefcase is anchored to my hand
I go to bed with paper work
And wake up to fucking paper work
It’s all just business right
We’re all just business
When we are born
When we die
When we learn
When we lie
It’s all for dollars and cents
We’re all just business, right?
I had this dream
Where I wake up to my beautiful wife
She is unhappy and ripped from her dreams
I’m just an old man and I’m in the way
In this world I have a family
Our youngest is 13
She looks up to me and I don’t know why
So I am hiding behind a suit and a tie
My wife and I are drifting apart
She says “I never see you anymore
I miss you, and our children miss you.
Why must you work so hard?”
Cause I’m unhappy and afraid
It’s all just business, right?
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5. |
The Contagion Effect
03:01
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I see you’re still talking
Figured you’d be as ignorant as before
People don’t change
They just better mask their monsters and who they are
You feel like we are on the same page
Hell, even the same line
But trust me
I’m just going along because I know
There is no way to change your mind
You’re still cheating words
I’m sick of hearing
You’re never going to cut it
You’ll never be good enough
Life is only this way because we fucked it up
There is no scene
Stay positive haha ya be positive
Or negative just to be negative
They don’t know you’re full of shit
The world is trying to make me feel so useless
I’m only this way because you fuck me up
But we all know that’s a lie
Blame it on the world
Blame it on past love
Blame it on the friends you lost
Blame it on lack of sleep
But the person to blame is you
Make the mask I still won’t wear it
We all have our drugs
And I know you know what that means
We all have these habits these little things that no one sees
The true beauty in life is between myself and me
You only see what I want you to see
Can’t you see we fucked this up
Fucked this up
I’m disconnecting from the world
You can have your scene
I’m breaking off
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6. |
Something We Stood By
05:15
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So the bulb is burning out
In the streetlight outside of my house
On the corner of Jackson & Traveller
I never knew how much this meant to me
Until I’m caught somewhere in the between
And everything goes numb
Is this what is meant from us
Or is this what it means to me?
I’m still nothing and still no one to you
But that’s okay
This is not about the good times, or the bad
Just about the times we‘ve had
And it feels like
Fake history
Has taught me everything about energy
A melody of ecstasy
Some clarity and much more
And Soupy has taught me
Has taught me to live realistically
Cause the world will never stop pushing
And there are upsides to whatever this is
Is this it
This is not for the good times, and it sure as hell aren’t for the bad
This is for the times we‘ve had
Remember walking the streets
At three o’clock in the morning
Talking about this and what it could be
Is this what it meant to us?
Is this where we wanted to be?
Is this what is meant from us?
Is this what it means to me?
This
Is what it means to me
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