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Where's Cush?
03:53
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None of us noticed
The floor caved in and we were trapped underground
With no foreseeable way out
A drunkenness of sorrows
We're not thinking about tomorrow
That's okay
I'm staying here till then
Romanticizing suffocation
A rush of comfort in numbness
We never thought would end
We knew some day we'd die so lets forget about time
We don't need a reason or a compass to forget about our lives
Lets write a couple songs
Lets watch a couple shows
Let us burn the daily sacrament
And replace our natural bellows
We'll have deep conversations
Late into the night
In between our toxic lingerings
We're together in the house of lost souls
None of minded
We'll wait some years to plant these seeds in the ground
It doesn't matter how
I'll stay here where I'm safe in my own dystopia
My ever shifting meanings kept all to myself
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2. |
The Gene
02:50
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Historically,
I could never quite see
The disease softly looming over me
I tried to suppress it, not to make a scene
But I've seen
Yeah I've seen
I've seen exactly where that leads
Social Withdraw
Where do I draw strength?
Since I appear to have given up
To seek the common enemy
The genetic deformality (whatever)
The force that stole the voices from my little family
Deviate down
A couple of notches
I'll lose track of how far I'd fall
Surreptitious
The endless cycle
Of earths decrepit and small.
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3. |
Crayon Thesis
03:57
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Kids on the Playground
Infants crafting backwards memories
There will come a time
Or so we're told
Of when we'll grow old
Where does it go?
It's so fast yet it's so slow
Washed out in the rain
They say things'll feel different but they always feel the same
So here's my thesis
I wrote it in crayon
Cuz every year I still feel so small
While everything else gets bigger
Staring at the sun
Jumping into leaves
Crafting memories
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4. |
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Beneath the canopy
There's no breeze
It's all water and pebbles and leaves
This place
Were we go to roam
Our house
Starts to feel like a home away from home
I want to feel okay
But all these fucking little things keep getting in the way
I'll try to pretend it's a game
But that doesn't take away the shame
I know
You're standing there
My gaze averted
But I still feel your stare
This is not a test
I'll focus on what's important and ignore the rest
This is not a test
Our wings never worked, their never was a nest
This is not a test
I did my Very best
This is not a test
I swear, I swear I did my very best
This is not a test
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5. |
Stanley Yelnats
04:09
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When you woke up you found yourself
Staring at the ceiling
Can't quite remember what you were gonna do today
I large mess to sort through
With no place to start
A task you've yet to get to
Of which you've been begging yourself
It's not just a matter of time
These things don't solve themselves
This mountain deep inside
You'll have to climb, but never by yourself
The bees and your school buzzing
You're sitting here, alone
Can't quite remember what you came here for
Frozen in time
Without relief
Still thinking about home
About what a soul needs
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With everything I find appealing
A twinkle in the sky
Though too often obscured by the city lights
It became to easy to forget
These constellations span forever
And there's so much to see
In the moonlight
And darkness is a concept of the mind
What were they trying to say?
In the allegory of the cave?
Cuz I swear the shadows dance around
In high definition these days
Well I'm embarrassed to admit
There are some things in my own backyard
That I've yet to explore myself
I didn't take the time when i was young
I remember that I still am
A strange, aged disguise
Always keeping in mind
Just how naive I still can be
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