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Somehow nature seems artificial
Black widow on my bedroom window
Low-hum
Meditation
I think I'll end it if I can't stop thinking
I think I'll end it if I can't stop thinking
Appreciate it?
But I don't wanna...
There's something off about the flora and fauna
A blue sky?
Obscene
It contradicts the universal theme of nothing
Nothing on nothing, no nothing
Trace it back
Back 'till there's nothing but black
Automated or operated?
It's all imprisoned by the same equation
A contest of conflict to consume content
A bleak thought
Beating hearts stops
Conscious mind rots
Somehow nature seems artificial...
Somehow nature seems artificial...
Somehow nature seems artificial...
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I had a friend who got cancer
He took a train to Omaha and never came back
I kept his picture inside my wallet
I never took it out and then I lost it
So, I forgot him
No continuity
False memory erupts and re-writes history
It wasn't true
I made it up
It wasn't true. I made it up. It's just fucking mistake
I made it up. It was all in my head
No friend. No cancer. No death
I am a thinking machine
I'm having thoughts of violence
Destructive thoughts of violence
You better turn it off. You better shut it down
You better shut it down
Here is the silver key
Insert between the eyelids
I am a thinking machine
I'm having thoughts of violence. Better turn it off
You better shut it down
It's psychosomatic
It is
If this room is the only room that you've ever been in
And if this song is the only song to which you've ever listened
Then this tense is the present tense. It's the one we exist in
Cause this tense is the present tense. It's not the one I exist in
It's the one you exist in. It's not the one I exist in
It's the one you exist in. It's not the one I exist in
It's not the one I exist in
It's not the one I exist in
It's not the one I exist in
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With Monica in Oklahoma
03:18
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Boll weevils color the back of your skull
Hear the sound of the corn growing out of the soil
See the shape of the clouds moving over the town
Monica asks you if you'd like to sleep on the roof of her car in a medical dream
Monica...
The air feels magnetic, chaotic like static
It's crushing you
Monica's laughing and acting erratic
She's taunting you
Time behaves like Monica's cage
Soon you will find
You've wasted your whole life
Your whole life
Your whole life
Time behaves like Monica's cage
Soon you will find, you've wasted your whole life
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Transport Signals
04:38
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Feeling sentimental
Trash upon the train tracks
Trying to catch the train to China Town
All these human faces blur into the pavement
I don't wanna see them. I don't wanna be one
I can't stand to feel the eye contact
Antiquated station. Public transportation
Continental city
Mind without a conquest tries to find distractions from itself
It amplifies the static human interaction
Give me empty space for thought decay
Cosmic rot. I can't make sense of the chaos
I can't make sense of the
I can't seem to recognize my hands
I can't seem to feel at ease in my skin
I can't seem to figure out where I am
Am I alone on the tarmac?
Did I just die in a train wreck?
Is this the feeling of regret, regret, regret, regret, regret?
To have a conversation gotta keep your eyes straight
Every word's a prompt for quick response
Ask them how their day's been
Try to pay attention
So, tell me how your day's been. I will pay attention
Is every day another day that follows other days around?
Must every word I utter be followed by another?
It's exhausting. I'm exhausted
So exhausted
So give yourself to the sacred cycle of shifting light and transport signals
Compromise provides equilibrium
Equilibrium paints the picture black
Give me empty space for thought decay
Cosmic rot. I can't make sense of the chaos
I can't make sense of the the
It paints the picture black
It paints the picture black
It paints the picture black
It paints the picture black
It paints the picture black
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Want to Not Want
04:40
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Act your age
Pretend that there's no cause for alarm
At 28 stop making friends
You had ambition. Man, you tried
The thing that lifts you up will also bring you down
You've got to want to not want
You've got to want to not want
The context changes, but the pattern never does
You've got to want to not want
You've got to want to not want
You want the ride to stop, get off, collect the siren's song, but you can't
It's not easy. It's not
Shave your head and then you talk less if you want
Anticipate current events on the black screen that you watch
Dark thoughts keep flickering, reflecting off the walls
You've got to want to not want
You've got to want to not want
The contest ended, but the conscious mind won't pause
You've got to want to not want
You've got to want to not want
You've got to want to not want
You've got to want to not want
But you can't
It's not easy
It's not easy
It's not easy
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Not Dark Enough
02:54
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Wide awake. 3 a.m
Staring at the ceiling fan
Thought rotation
Medication
Pale pink powder encapsulated
It's too strong
I'm too weak
I can't sleep
Find the two-tone buzz, dream state eradicator
When the blood lust comes, it leaks from the radiator
It covers us all with neon light
Repeats in the mind and then ruins your life
It's not dark enough. It hasn't gotten dark enough
It's not dark enough. It hasn't gotten dark enough
It's not dark enough. It hasn't gotten dark enough
It's not dark enough. It hasn't gotten dark enough
Commiserate the chain of mistakes that bind your ego
To a previous state of youthful anguish
Pretentious language
Apply a filter and pretend to get famous
Insert the sound that the hive mind makes, into the brain 'till your eardrums break
I'm too weak. I can't sleep
I'm too weak. I can't sleep
It's not dark enough. It hasn't gotten dark enough
It's not dark enough. It hasn't gotten dark enough
It's not dark enough. It hasn't gotten dark enough
It's not dark enough. It hasn't gotten dark enough
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Content for the Fascists
04:24
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The fear of the feeling of fire, heuristics, of crossing the wires
You ask me a question
I turn around, say nothing
Why?
If we were a relative thing (unconscious malfunction; a trick of the brain) assumptions
Since I'd been a child would start to collapse and lead to denial
Contemplation is a dangerous trip
If the ego dies, does the self still exist?
I don't think so
Contemplation is a dangerous trip
If the ego dies, does the self still exist?
I don't think so
It's falling apart
And by 'it', I mean everything
Long black shroud, is covering everything
It's covering everything
Why theorize?
The future is death
Infinitive. To be without the flesh
Make content for fascists
Complex abstraction
Hey. Shutup. Listen to me
Hey. Shutup. Listen to me
Contemplation is a dangerous trip
If the ego dies, does the self still exist?
I don't think so
Contemplation is a dangerous trip
If the ego dies, does the self still exist?
I don't think so
Maybe, it never did though
Maybe, it never did though
The fear of the feeling of fire, heuristics, of crossing the wires
You ask me a question
I turn around, say nothing
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