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Bad Things
04:05
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It's so telling that we're sweating the small stuff
Every time the government shifts, there's a mob
The ever-present gaslight glow of reality TV news shows can get so old
You can go deaf from all the noisy things they say
If we're gonna fight to death in an argument, I won't talk
Lately I've been thinking all out loud and at once
and giving the bad things on our minds anymore of our time is just wasteful
So inappropriately scared of the big stuff
It's getting even harder to relate at all
Every single problem posed gets debated, then wholly ignored
I expected more
Are we ever gonna hold these clowns accountable?
Letting your face get pushed so close to the stones you throw makes you a stone yourself
Meeting the world with an open palm can get you ready to catch yourself before you fall
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I know you're so sentimental, but your way with words isn't right.
It's all right.
Even if there's no way you could talk in pictures,
You're the center of attention in my eyes.
Oh I need to calm down
Every second that you stick around
I'm trying not to get too loud about how I'm lost in you carefully now.
I know I'm so temperamental. I've been flying off the handle and I don't know why.
Even if things you say come off as trite and saccharin,
You steal sugar from the apple in my eye.
Oh I need to calm down
But I'm still struggling to figure out
Why the part of me that's terrified of settling down gets loud.
I'm lost in you carefully now
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Macabre
04:24
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It isn't such a problem for them if your life must be bought by your means.
They're making a profit off the way you love how your heart keeps a beat.
Don't talk about the high cost of freedom when the cost to stay alive still sits above the poverty line.
We're tired of breaking our backs on the bank when we're sick so the wealthy can pay lower taxes.
We can't let them run around that god damn town
If their honest reaction to that is to pull out the rug from beneath all the weak ones.
They'd never use knives to draw the life from your limbs,
but they're sure as hell averting their eyes
So let's scream in their faces 'til we get their attention.
We can't let them run around that god damn town
if their honest reaction to that is to pull out the rug from beneath all the weak ones.
This isn't the place to get your beak wet
This is life.
They're all misers and cowardly fools if they rewrite the rules.
There are no devils out to get you in life
Only the arbitrary nature of the rest of your time
and the flesh, bones, and snake-oil charm of the ones who let you suffer.
We need a medic, not a vendor of goods.
We need a politician we've elected to serve us
Not the weak, feckless, sportsman scum who voted to let you suffer.
We can't let them run around this god damn town.
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Vain
03:24
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What am I without my charisma?
I dress my ego in charm and nice clothing
Stories meant to show you my depth
with well-timed punchlines and eye contact.
What you see is more than you'll get
because being honest with you isn't worth it.
You are the skeptical crick in my jaw
The hyperkinesia from running my mouth for too long
And I like you less
So I talk more.
I can ramble for hours without listening
I am a test that you're failing,
and you're just measuring tape.
You're a well-timed punchline later.
My tongue is digging holes through my cheeks.
You couldn't fathom the pain that I'm feeling,
but I am desperate to find where the vestibule leads;
You're the sound of an empty room humming.
What am I without my charisma?
There's a stain on the breast of my shirt I'm ignoring.
I talk about me while you're doing your laundry,
and I feel like there's nobody listening.
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Ozymandias
04:12
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We should've known that you would burn it down.
When the gears start to scratch, you always reach for the wrench,
then you throw it down in the cogs.
If we weren't so scared of all the shards of glass that might've rained down from the ceiling,
I don't know if we'd have ever even asked you for your help.
Oh I can't believe my eyes
The madman got elected to lead the blind.
You never truly realize
How the familiar can turn foreign on a dime.
We should've known you're not an honest man.
All your laws catch flies, but they always let the hornets go free.
Well, all your unpaid debts for your opulence will start weighing on your breathing.
I don't know if you could obfuscate your way around that.
Oh I can't believe my eyes
How do you argue with the people who believe their own lies?
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Evangelist
03:41
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You can only see the other side as an ethic that you abhor.
You communicate with lightning strikes, not words or discourse.
If you could just discern the trees from the forest,
you'd see olive branches all around you.
Evangelist, you do your best with what little work you can
by keeping both your hands over your ears.
You see other people's right to speak as a violence that you return
by knocking out some motherfucker's teeth you disagreed with.
If you could just discern belief from a bullet,
We could work to change what's triggering you.
Until you get the difference straight, there's really nothing that we can do.
We've dug ourselves in holes so deep
We've got blood in our nails from trying to dig our way out.
Our goodness is a fragile shape
Not a bendable frame that fits the size of your head.
Evangelist, you make a mess of well-intended plans
when your heart wins out over your head.
Evangelist, you do your best with what little work you can
by keeping both your hands over your ears.
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Welcome Mats
03:22
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There's no question that you're awful at letting the bad things go.
People you call friends are just welcome mats that lay around you to feel like home.
What's the circumstance for a second chance when your expectations break?
If I'm no good at distracting you, it's such a burden to bear my weight.
If all I'm here to do is to laugh at your jokes in your living room
and pretend like it's not worth it to fight you,
what does that prove?
There's no question that you're awful at keeping the good things close.
Everything you do is only serving you.
It's no wonder you feel alone.
When this starts to be one-sided, I get the sense that I'm out of place.
Your unenthusiastic audience starts to clamor for a quick escape.
Is this all I'm here to do
just laugh at your jokes in your living room?
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Herrick
04:39
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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
You're a violet carson calling
And though today I am lost in how you sway,
Will tomorrow stay the same?
Line up the taunting clocks in the alleyway.
When all of the ticking stops, it's chilling.
In fifty years, will your fingers still give shivers in that way?
What will the wounding hours take?
If you ever awake some night, and you feel that I am not as I was,
Like what once was bright in that lonely dark doesn't shimmer anymore through the rust,
You should run away. Don't fight if I'm no longer on your side in this war.
As long as we're only asking for the best in us, you could never waste a second of my time.
As long as we're only asking for the best in us, you're the center of attention in my eyes.
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Throw
02:55
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Can we talk about the way you freak me out
and how you throw yourself around?
I still get confused. I know it's never gonna feel good trying to trap you.
So when you start to drift away, I keep my cool.
I can see a way out
And I won't play hard to get you,
but please don't let this die.
You're the best thing that I've ever gotten to hold.
It's okay if you want to let go,
but if you won't, I won't.
Can we talk about how things are different now,
and how you're always a little down?
I still look at you like I'm looking at the future through a window
Like everything's amazing, just like you.
I can see a way out
And I won't play hard to get you,
but please don't let this die.
You're the best thing that I've ever gotten to hold.
It's okay if you want to let go,
but you know it's not right.
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They say, "Everything looks this way for a reason,"
to the blind men eager to see but know the night has no end.
Press your cheeks to the stone, my friends, and let's feel the weight of our burden
And then we'll push this miserable rock up as high as it goes.
But it always slips away from us.
They say, "Everything stays this way for a reason,"
As we turn back to the depths to weep and start again.
I say, "There's an empty space beside you. Make it the shape of everything you need, and now say hello.
Then help me move this stone."
But it always slips away from us.
In that little descent, we are alive
and oh my god, I'm on fire
Retracing the steps from the fight we gave.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
Let the better angels of your nature win.
Oh my god, I'm on fire.
Even though it never stops, we start again.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
It will always slip, and I will always push it.
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