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Overture
00:57
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(instrumental)
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2. |
Nasty Fact
01:16
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It's a nasty fact
Gotta destroy everything that's still intact
Panic attack
What can I do?
My nerves are starting to crack
Anxiety
Creeping in my head and all inside of me
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3. |
Sick Of Talkin
01:58
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What's the point of talk?
Without it, I wouldn't have to teach my jacket to crawl
Vacuum set alarm
Confusion
Thoughts deny the tongue
No signal at all
And it bores me half to death
to see those typical reactions
Vanity holds your hand through languish
Unless it's casting spell,
A phrase out of phase
Feeling sick for all the talking
Shivering gas explains nothing at all
It bores me half to death, now
to see those typical reactions
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4. |
Faces
02:24
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Getting kind of used to this adrenaline rush,
I'm getting bored
Gotta find new ways to have fun
I'm feeling sore
Marble's starting to fade
Been plagued by a sick schedule never seeing the sun
Ever-wary of the patrol
I'm wearing out of always feeling on the run
Now my health's getting poor
I don't sleep anymore
I don't want to be faces like yours
Don't want to be faces likes yours
I've been in tight spaces before
I don't want to be faceless in a morgue
Don't want to have bars cross my door
I've been in tight spaces before
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5. |
Get Robbed
02:11
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Stacked my mind against what I've got left
There's nothing there to protect
It's got a right to get robbed
The door's are open and you can take what you want
Never cared to know what happened next
Peered inside and I'm hexed
It's just a lot to weigh on
The doors are closing and someone's changing the locks
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6. |
After Two
02:46
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I've got a feeling there's nothing left
to be gained by honest means
I've taken theft
I've got my eyes upon more than what I'm really due
Whatever I can't grow back I'm gonna have to steal from you
Taken down a bad, bad road
My trusting pieces crippled by abuse
My loving organs shriveled up from lack of use
Been lately lie to myself about, what, is it true?
You know your mind's dated and out when you lose count after two
Taken down a bad, bad road
Faking all I ever knowed
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7. |
Lonesome Trail
03:39
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The pastor asked me,
"Do you know when you'll be crucified?"
The answer was "yes," but I averted my eyes
Cuz how could I explain what I know?
They'll think I'm going off the rails again
My time's on loan
So it's time I choose which way I'll fail
Cuz I can only lose on this lonesome trail
I know the plane goes down
Just don't know where
So I aint hanging around unless it's in the air
Cuz now the paranoia's setting in and
I'm starting to feel like I'm going off the rails again
And there's no repeal
So I guess I'll choose which way I'll fail
Cuz I can only lose on this lonesome trail
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8. |
Beneath The Door
03:05
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All the doors are off the stalls
It's a goldmine
These tele's cover the walls
No it's not just proof
So don't hang up
Buy the door now
I been hangin' on the line
Don't know how to tell em
That it's only there for you
but it's sold out
Scrapped the taps
Been kept under wraps
While all you've dug
There's tele's cover the walls
Jealous not just yet
So don't hang up
Buy the door now
I've been hanging on the line
Don't know what to tell em
Is the only answer left "yes?"
No
Alright
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9. |
Trip Wire
02:04
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So fragile
So helpless
Consumerism
Has turned you into a vegetable
Step out of line before it turns into a trip wire
Commit your crimes before you burn
And get yourself committed
And so what?
You can't help it
It's hard to walk away
When your shoes are laced with land mines
Step out of line before it turns into a trip wire
Commit your crimes before you’re burned
And get yourself committed
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10. |
Can't Motivate
01:47
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The trash is piling up against the door and I can't get through
It's building up and I'm breaking down
Can't motivate
I'm bumming out
The mold is overpowering my head
Oh, what to do?
It's building up and I'm breaking down
Can't motivate
I'm bumming out
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11. |
Outta Line
01:08
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Been pushed too hard
Can't get a grip
Been cast out
Cast too far
Outta line
Aint cuttin' slack
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12. |
Getting Younger
01:33
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Been getting younger
Cant tell if downer’s looking up
So I keep hopping fences
Just didn’t notice a gate that wasn’t shut
The barbs are kinda rough
But it’s helping shake the time
My brain is foggy
Been living in a jukebox full of fumes
So I keep striking matches
Just waiting for the one that’s gonna boom
And I hope it happens soon
Cuz I’m running out of gas
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13. |
Highways End
02:08
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I asked Eisenhower to tell me where it is that this road is done
He said, "That's classified, you'll have to get a map from Area 51."
There I knocked on the door and Chuck Jones answered,
but he just painted me curtain set to stun
So I'm still wondering where it is,
This brick wall at the highways end
DeMilo's blocking the exit sticking out a rare sore thumb
But she's just waiting for Enola Gay to come back from
the highways end
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14. |
Overdose
02:43
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My door is only open because it's off the hinge
It's hard to get repairs when you're living on the fringe
Not interested in those long-term kills
Already dying a slow one
I want immediate results
Come on and give me a quick one
I want an overdose
Never thought it'd be myself I see when I cringe
All my vile makings packed into a syringe
Not interested in the buzz buzz buzz
Ready-state already fried
I wanna instantly nuts
Disappear, not just hide
I want an overdose
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