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Intro
01:29
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2. |
Your Move
04:03
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You and me have got to leave here
This is not where we belong
Times we tried and cries we cried
This town can never be our home
So take my hand
Walk with me
To the corner
Down the street
We can talk and
We can choose
But where I’ll be
Is just with you
Face our problems with no one to turn to
We can only hope and pray
I’m sorry if I ever hurt you
I won’t let anything get in the way
Take my hand
Walk with me
To the corner
Down the street
We can talk and
We can choose
But where I’ll be
Is just with you
Coming up now
Light shines at the end of the tunnel
Years we’ve waited
And not an ounce of doubt in my mind
So take my hand
Walk with me
To the corner
Down the street
We can talk and
We can choose
But where I’ll be
Is just with you
So take my hand
Walk with me
To the corner
Down the street
We can talk and
We can choose
But where I’ll be
Is just with you
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3. |
Interlude 1 (Swallow)
01:20
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4. |
Stratagem
05:18
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The stratagem is coming
It’s been coming ‘round the bend
The choice is here so make it
Why can’t you fucking make it
Meeting all the checklist items
Fourteen out of sixteen
Thirty out of thirty-six
Make these numbers count now
Make me feel
It’s been a long time
Since I felt a thing
Make me feel
Don’t you think if I could feel
I would have said something
Indonesia, 2016
There’s a man in a KFC
And he’s eating and he’s choking
And he’s staring right through me
He’s calling out for music
For the father and the son
Hoping he’ll get through to someone
Asking “what have I just done”
Make me feel
It’s been a long time
Since I felt a thing
Make me feel
Don’t you think if I could feel
I would have said something
The time has come now time to choose
Your whole life laid all out in front of you
If something’s wrong then nothing’s wrong
Suck it up and tough it out
Whatever you decide
Will make your life
Make me feel
It’s been a long time
Since I felt a thing
Make me feel
Don’t you think if I could feel
I would have said something
I can’t decide
Don’t even know my mind
Or why I cry
Can’t decide
Don’t force me into line
I’ll only die
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Who are you to say where we can
Ever find a way for us to
Live our own lives
By our own rules
They cut us off in schools
Can you say when we were doomed?
A human race in factory rooms
When the tower fell or towers two
Too selfish to be born anew
Look just what they've done to you my
Beautiful mind, soft and sweet heart
We had our own path
Had our own time
They shot you up in schools
Can you say when we were doomed?
A story left off in part two
They say he chose to die for you
But still the suffering is let through
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6. |
No Crank in Me
01:46
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I might seem wind up when you move with my thoughts
But if you keep on turning, it’ll never be enough
I’ve got no time limit after which you’ll see
There is
No crank
In me
Well I took my songs to the open mic show
Everyone had cheered but they didn’t care to know
Because sure they smiled but it wasn’t at me
There is
No crank
In me
Turn me up baby cause you know you can
I can’t take any but I’ll take like a man
You can turn and turn and turn but you’ll never see
There is
No crank
In me
There is no crank in me
When the contents of my mind fall onto bus seats
And I take the shame walk back to Western street
Don’t ask me again where my songs have been
Because there is
No crank
In me
No there is no crank in me
So when you’re out looking for sixteen more tunes
Another target heart you can squeeze and use
Search my back until you can see
There is
No crank
In me
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7. |
Delta Company
04:12
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Take this as an opportune to clear away what means you
Do whatever you are told to serve a country that hates you
Expendable in the eyes of those in charge
Getting paid a living wage to cause innocents harm
You colony ants
Colony ants
Colony ants
Now
Colony ants
Fuckin’ colony ants
Colony ants
Die
Make you wear a uniform cause they don’t give a shit about you
Quiet down your conscience because killing is your only value
No one cares about you till you’re put in the ground
You know it’s better treatment than the people that you’ll stamp down
You colony ants
Colony ants
Colony ants
Now
Colony ants
Fuckin’ colony ants
Colony ants
Die
Fill your top with suicide, this role is meant to kill you
Brainwash free will out of your mind, give it time, they’ll get you too
Military operates to indoctrinate youth
Now they’re taking young minds right out of high school
You colony ants
Colony ants
Colony ants
Now
Colony ants
Fuckin’ colony ants
Colony ants
Die
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9. |
A Minor 7th
06:12
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If I ever thought I could fully express
The way I feel I’d’ve never guessed
That beauty bravery and strength
Would come to me in a seventh
For a time you were my least favorite chord
A ringing note in a disrupted fourth
But my mind was changed on a green and red day
Floated onto me in a seventh
Diminish me or augment me
Do what you will do
Rhythmize or cauterize
Make harmony ring through
I know this song’s been coming long
So I promise you I won’t get this wrong
And I’ve got a tool to help me along
Unlikely help in a seventh
The dissonance runs deep in me
Exposing thoughts that I can’t see
A beautiful, strong tone that we
Could only find in a seventh
Diminish me or augment me
Do what you will do
Rhythmize or cauterize
Make harmony ring through
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11. |
HYMN FOR DESTRUCTION GOD
01:00
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Circe sempore oldre
Circe sempore break
Circe sempore oldre
Circe sempore break
Oh great destruction god, grant me your power and wisdom that I may enact your wrath upon this world.
Hear my hymn:
Circe sempore oldre
Circe sempore break
Circe sempore oldre
Circe sempore break
I offer up this hymn in your name
Hear these words:
Circe sempore break
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12. |
2^332
02:33
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13. |
Joint Pop
00:56
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Stupid fucks abortion jocks
Scream to me I've had enough
Can't get it right then get it off
This is fucking joint pop
Scream to me
Scream to me
Scream to me
Scream to me, joint pop
Scream to you I'll scream to me
Get it wrong I'll make you bleed
Kill your idol kill your heart
Thrashing fighting from the start
Wearing on and wearing out
Joint pop comes to fuck you out
Dropping names I'll drop the blame
Here we go in joint pop
Scream to me
Scream to me
Scream to me
Scream to me, joint pop
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14. |
Awake in Dreams
02:13
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Fever of a hundred four
Tell me about the open door
Fingers stretch contort and bend
Wide awake it never ends
Run away and back to home
Close my eyes I’m not alone
Who can save or who relates
Hold on tightly to my fate
Stay awake now
Go to sleep now
Clarity it comes for me
To pull me back awake in dreams
Clarity it comes for me
To pull me back awake in dreams
Who can say when it returns
The nth degree of thousand burns
Rushing nerves of sleeping limbs
You’ll never see surface again
Bones to crush and teeth to grind
Feel the emptiness inside
Disease is free my healthy friend
You’ll never see surface again
Stay awake now
Go to sleep now
Clarity it comes for me
To pull me back awake in dreams
Clarity it comes for me
To pull me back awake in dreams
Hear the ticking hear the fan
Hear the blood come round again
Hear your heartbeat hear your thoughts
Here you’ll stay forever lost
Watch the shining bouncing ball
Cuts off your head, watch it fall
Hear it whir, don’t get hit
Watch it go into the pit
Go to sleep now
Stay awake now
Clarity it comes for me
To pull me back awake in dreams
Clarity it comes for me
To pull me back awake in dreams
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15. |
Inaccessible Cardinal
12:55
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Dead Again Chicago, Illinois
synthpunk, dreampunk
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