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Lost Plots
02:39
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Never had it, maybe never will
bane of my existence still
hurdle towards the apocalypse
taste of blood now on my lips
Never had it and they never will
fight or flight is why they kill
in light of the evidence
every breath feels like a risk
History repeats, the same old conceits
more stale refrains we're doomed to repeat
When the going gets tough, the tough cash in
what feels like loss is a chance to begin
The new class of caste, the same as the last
Our dreams of the future are flags at half mast
A promise of hope for poor huddles masses
is a corpse on the floor, a ghost in the attic
Angels in disguise, devils in the light
No life on mars, no help for our plight
Alternative facts and obscene acts
Lost plots, bad math
{ Filling the brackets is just another racket
Distracting ourselves from the parade of caskets
Set ourselves on fire and we supply the matches }
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Cages
02:55
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Sixteen, seventeen
eighteen, nineteen
I’ve got my whole life ahead
feeling good about what's next
What should I do with the rest of my life?
I don't know what the answer is
how can I get out of bed
when this just feels so meaningless?
I know what panic is
I don't imagine it
Twenty one, thirty one
forty one, it comes undone
how did we end up like this?
those lips I should have never kissed!
Fifty, not fifteen
I'm fifty, not fifteen!
found myself alone again
thank God I've got my friends
Vapor, its all vapor
the mansion or the trailer
you're here and then you're done
it happens to everyone
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Bluff
03:12
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I had to put some things aside
when I found out we were broken
It turns out there's a chance that
I took a lot of things for granted
They tell me I'm funny
They want to hear my stories
I want to tell them I'm mourning
They keep the conversation going
I had a moment of reflection
when I saw where things were going
that I could never make things right
let go of the line I was holding
There's a lot to answer for
and words manipulated
My anxious thoughts are taking over
as all our hopes have faded
Mourning…
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Fractures
03:04
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Just open up
easier said than done
You don’t know anyone
who’s ever held more than this
It was a lie
the kind you leave behind
the ones that paralyze
left deep by design
Can’t we just rewind?
erase the fractures from all time
Just hold me close
maybe it will be enough
We can’t let anyone
get to know who we are
Just tell me how
We can't be the only ones
We’re building fences now
a hedge around our hearts
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We care about the wrong things
we get caught up
and lose our way
we deviate
And we just murder in our heart
we tell ourselves it's not the same
and that we're not like them
our hate is justified
We believe in something
we call it “love”
but that’s not it
we cheapen it
We feel emboldened
backward devotion
we blind our eyes
believe our lies
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Off-Line
02:17
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Is this a panic attack?
Like a tire that’s going flat
It feels like I might crash
I just need a chance to unwind
I feel like I'm losing my mind
It's only a matter of time
before this machine goes off-line
No I can't take it back
it wasn’t wise to say all that
I should just wear a mask
Sleight of hand caught in the act
Rabbit left inside the hat
Lady who’s not sawed in half
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World's Last Optimist
02:53
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Yeah, sure I would
If I tried I could
Clouds were silver lined
My path was defined
From hero to zero in two seconds flat.
Into the ether! Down on the mat!
Taking me down a peg! Taking me down!
Faking me out again! Faking me out!
Here I thought I was
a fortunate son
Had a half full glass
but it couldn't last
Hey, what did I expect?
Life without regrets?
Sad untimely death
world's last optimist
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Ideal Versions
03:48
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The Armchair Quarterback
points out the ways I lacked
If I knew then what I know now
could it be saved somehow?
They say that hindsight is 20/20
I'm looking back and all I see is nothing
Ideal versions of our former selves
revising events of the stories we tell
Painting our past in different light
until we can't remember
which version is right
The Back Seat Driver
still believes in force of will
Just blink and make it so
or pack your things and go
The Angry Prophetess
has things she can't accept
She makes promises
and some are never kept
Making predictions of future events
from fading mental pictures
of what's now past tense
If we knew the future
we'd bet and make some money
and then we'd forget
all the things that made us happy
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Repeat After Me
03:30
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Try your best to stay open
even when you're broken
Guard your heart like treasure
love like there's no ledger
Give yourself a break
we all make mistakes
it's best to leave them behind
Don't forget, to use your voice
and be wise with your time
Fake until you make it
only so much you can take, kid
there's limits and I'm at mine
Not much worse than a life of regrets
no reason to be unkind
Listen for small voices
try to make good choices
For as long as you live here
make that smile a fixture
Don't give in to pressure
dress yourself for any weather
Make this one promise
with yourself, be honest
Wherever you roam,
this world is not your home!
Wake up and live!
You've got more to give!
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All Hands On Deck!
02:55
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Here comes your warning
A storm is forming
Take cover now!
Grab the bow!
All hands on deck!
Never saw this coming
Missed warning signs there all along
Our ship's capsizing
It's too late for us to get out
Let's go, take cover
This one is really gonna sting
We just lost everything
Take medications
Make preparations
The sea is rough!
You must be tough!
We've all got vices
We pay the prices
You work it out!
We've got to now!
What if we never had a chance?
What if we were damned all along?
What if we are just born to die?
What if everything is a lie?
If we're not chosen, is it all broken?
Is there redemption?
We must keep hoping!
If we're not frozen, or in the ocean...
is there redemption?
We must keep hoping!
If we lack purpose, words to remind us
Is there redemption?
We must keep hoping!
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