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Residue
01:34
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His lungs are hurting, his head's deep in the sand, he's bellowing low to denote his fear of a world he has failed to understand.
There's fear in all his words
There's grit lodged in his teeth
His thoughts are laced with the residue of a nameless rage.
If he came up for air he would likely keel over. He's been down there for too long, his mind has grown devoid of order.
There's fear in all his words
There's grit lodged in his teeth
His thoughts are laced with the residue of a nameless rage.
What he doesn't know, he hates.
What he doesn't know, he hurts.
Ignorance begets ignorance, begets violence
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Soaked to the marrow
01:55
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Grey skies are rolling in
Those clouds can only mean one thing
Bundle up and keep your families warm
While I'm out staring at the eye of the storm
Bring on the downpour
I'm soaked to the bones
Right through the marrow
Oh look, here comes more rain
It's been coming down for days
Will this little city even look the same
All our lives are being washed away
Bring on the downpour
I'm soaked to the bones
Right through the marrow
It's hard to ignore the death in the landscape
A little water never hurt anybody
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Change
02:19
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If you can't interpret
The look on my face
It's not discontent, disdain, or regret...
I try to explain, but I can't communicate
Another bad assumption
Another day misplaced
A new sun pouring in marks another dream erased
Lay your heavy head
Close your eyes, you might be ok
And if you're hard of hearing
Don't you fret
I've yet to say much that you haven't heard to death
Another weak connection
Another hapless face
Deep lines don't disguise all the time I've yet to waste
Lay your heavy head
Close your eyes, you might be ok
We change, but not in the way we dreamed
With age, we learn, love and all live grey
A man's at odds to know his mind
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Whisper in a sawmill
01:39
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Yell all you want
There's no one for miles
You're all alone
I can hear you fine
But won't listen none
You might as well be the wind
I'm too far gone
Too self absorbed
Like a whisper in a sawmill
No we won't
We won't be heard
These aren't def ears
They're just reluctant
No lack of focus
Your just not trusted
No you won't
Won't be heard
Like a whisper in a sawmill
At 10 am
No we won't
We won't
No we won't
We won't be heard
Like a whisper in a sawmill
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Swampmouth
02:20
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What's wrong with you
It's all the way through
What's wrong with you
it's all that you can do
But you take time and ask
What's wrong with me?
Well I've been burning through the forest
just trying to find an answer
But when I try to give you answers
You pull out my teeth
but my tongues got barbs
that can't be released
So when you get your tools
and try to declaw me
I'll be there
swampmouth spitting
What's wrong with you
all pale as bone
what's wrong with you
dark as earth's shadow
Nothing's wrong with me
Nothing's wrong with me
But when I try to give you answers
You pull out my teeth
but my tongues got barbs
that can't be released
So when you get your tools
and try to declaw me
I'll be there
swampmouth spitting
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with me?
burning through the forest
swampmouth spitting
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