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Woke up with some new hair
And the pain disappearing from your back
The fading of the scar
Your lovers all hate you
Before they learn to love you
And eventually forget who you are
Got worse at your hobbies,
But, hey, you got your looks back
It's the only thing you had
You can say hi to your mom now
The cancer's un-metastasizing
And your dad never got that heart attack
Got a small demotion
Your friendships have all fallen apart
And your home got repossessed
Got a little worthless,
Lost a bit of purpose
It's the only thing you had
We're here to celebrate you
The faces that were no more than memories
Relatives you never knew you had
They bend down to surround you
Breathing in one pulse of light
Before it all goes black
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A balled up fist with a compass on its wrist
Tell me why would you want to live in this world?
Your face in bathroom mirror singing
Unrecognizable words to an empty expression
We’re all out of oxygen and now we’re shooting blanks
Follow the trails of blood to the bank
Where the middle-aged you carries your own severed head
Smiling at the nightmare as you wake up in your bed
Consistently alone at the ring of the phone
Screaming in your ear with its sobering shriek
So you answer the goddamned thing with a “what!?”
And on the other side there’s a door being shut
Now behold!
The best years of your life played like a movie before your eyes
Where nothing ever happens and you’re forced to sit
As the younger you does exactly what you did
Through the white noise, there’s an alien voice asking
"Why would anyone want to live in this world? Why would you ever impose that on yourself?"
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We Are a Boat
02:41
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Now that we float
We are a boat
Can't do a damn thing but sit
Now that we are
We are a car
Can't operate shit
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
What do we think
Too much to drink
Can't do a damn thing about it
What should we be
We be something
Can't not do nothing at all
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
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Coming out strong for the guarantee
of what sulks in face of uncertainty
Shaking our heads at the mess up there
Long past due for a health scare
My voice, dull and useless,
never said a thing worth saying at all
So why answer the question?
Go look in their eyes and stall stall stall stall
Donned a brave face in an awful place
Enormous gains from such a shitty trade
Fine lines embedded in my skin
Racing to the surface as my hair grows thin
A chore of mounting tedium
The minutia of getting what you want
when all that's promised is the undeniable fact you won't
and ain't that a thing?
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In Process We Trust
02:41
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The bottlenecks will kill ya
Someday something must
Something's waiting for ya
In process we trust
We've afforded too many
What's one more?
Something's waiting for me
In process we swore
The bottlenecks will kill ya
It's why they're put there
Something's waiting for ya
In process we care
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