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Nothing I Can't Handle
02:15
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You've got your poetry
Your Euclidean geometry
Things that people say lining your pockets
Electronic surgery
You're full up of false memories
Ventriloquist acts and shadow puppets snapping open your lockets
It's nothing I can't handle
Copacetic factory
Anaesthetic machinery
Robots building robots
Getting it all for free
It always comes so easily
Till someone sinks in his claws
It's nothing I can't handle
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2. |
Say Something New
03:20
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Our furniture's sprawled out on the pavement
The sparrows build their styrofoam nests
I try to speak but you said it already
Vacate the mailbox, the sun's heading west
Taking the poems from your Soviet ashtray
I always loved how you talk and you talk
Another number to grind into powder
Another twitch of an indifferent clock
Stains on splintered doorways
You say that you love me
Why don't you say something new?
The world is spinning around us
Ah, but isn't the rust colored floor such a beautiful hue?
Why don't you say something new?
I love the way that you think you can hurt me
I want to hold you in a Faberge shell
You pray forgiveness, falling out slowly
Higher than heaven and hotter as well
Stains on splintered doorways
You say that you love me
Why don't you say something new?
The world is spinning around us
Ah, but isn't the rust colored floor such a beautiful hue?
Why don't you say something
Why don't you say something new?
Stains on splintered doorways
You say that you love me
Why don't you say something new?
The world is spinning around us
Ah, but isn't the rust colored floor such a beautiful hue?
Why don't you say something
Why don't you say something
Why don't you say something new?
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3. |
Like Wolves
04:26
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You take another stab at covering your face
I take another look around this place
There's nothing here for you and nothing here for me
Waiting to sink into the sea
Perfect diction, masked emotion, walls all closing in
Veins all throb, coursing with poison
Soon I'll shed this skin
The curtain's opening, the stars are all aligned
Unsettling assumptions brought to mind
The storm cloud's coming our way soon, stuffed to the brim with rain
Sit back and savor this exquisite splitting pain
Perfect diction, masked emotion, walls all closing in
Veins all throb, coursing with poison
Soon I'll shed this skin
We travel like wolves
but we look like we're insects
Pointing and screaming
Of Gemini incest
Bury my body
in other peoples' jewelry
Im putting on airs
But you can see right through me
The sounds from the radio shake the bordellos
The clouds in your lungs screech like old organs' bellows
We're taking bad shortcuts and taking it hard and i'll love you and love you 'til were torn apart
Repeat lies loud enough, they have to come true
I pull you in and throw my arms around you
We will live happily, the thermostat crawls
I will stitch it to the walls
Perfect diction, masked emotion, walls all closing in
Veins all throb, coursing with poison
Soon I'll shed this skin
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4. |
Oil On Glass
05:19
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Oil on glass
Lies that come true
Friendship don't last
I still love you
We dressed in a hurry, left the doorway open wide
But it don't make a difference if we never chose a side
What I wouldn't give for just one last glass of water
Sometimes I just like the thought, pretending that the sun's not getting hotter
Blur on the horizon dances for the desert crowd
There's not a cloud to scar the sky, or maybe it's all clouds
We get the transmission but it's words we never heard
Failing to meet quotas, thinning of the herd
Belt pulled to the last rung and my helmet's full of fog
The sand is shifting horribly with preternatural shrug
All these new craters, I can see you understand
Pilot in his facemask, I grab hold of your hand
Oil on glass
Lies that come true
Friendship don't last
I still love you
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