1. |
A Coffin for the Cosmos
03:02
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Everything is cake and there's plastic in my veins
The air of arrogance keeps getting in the way
Burn it all off 'til it's pouring acid rain
Closing all the windows and pulling all the drapes
Staring at the dark just to see what takes shape
Feel it creeping slowly all the way up to your nape
World is over
If you want it
You can have it all if you want it
Or you can make a break for the exit
If you don't, don’t, then you won’t see it all through
If you don't, don’t, then you won't let it haunt you
You can be a coffin for the cosmos
Or you can throw it all out the window
If you don't, don’t, then you won’t see it all through
If you don't, don’t, then you won't let it haunt you
Tombstones under ice glisten in the morning light
May be out of mind but they're never out of sight
Try to play it cool but cataloging every slight
World is over
If you want it
You can have it all if you want it
Or you can make a break for the exit
If you don't, don’t, then you won’t see it all through
If you don't, don’t, then you won't let it haunt you
You can be a coffin for the cosmos
Or you can throw it all out the window
If you don't, don’t, then you won’t see it all through
If you don't, don’t, then you won't let it haunt you
Everything is cake and there’s plastic in my veins
Everything is cake and there’s plastic in my veins
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2. |
This Hell
03:14
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Way out
In spaces
Apparent
Wasted
In races
For spaceships
Can’t help feeling like there’s something else
Fire hose to extinguish this hell
Good luck getting any of it back
Wanted much more than a severance check
Gone now
They’re jaded
Complacent
Stable
Disgraceful
Adjacent
Left your mess with no consequence
We all knew we saw it coming
Facing death with eyes wide open
Hand in hand in desolation
Can’t help feeling like there’s something else
Fire hose to extinguish this hell
Good luck getting any of it back
Wanted much more than a severance check
Left your mess with no consequence
We all knew we saw it coming
Facing death with eyes wide open
Hand in hand in desolation.
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3. |
Simultaneous Highs
04:02
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Everything
runs on batteries.
Is it a metaphor
or is it just windy?
It’s a catastrophe:
When you say, “c’est la vie.”
I say, “la vie.”
Finding light-
ness in brevity,
and taking time aside.
Danceable blasphemy.
I Needed the full might
of hindsight just to see
that you were right.
Time is snitch
With the loosest of lips.
Consuming itself as a meal.
Do you think it can feel?
Your guess is as good as mine.
How fast can it all unwind?
Your guess is as good as mine.
You can’t come back
if you never leave.
But then you’re Circling
to find good parking.
And I’ve got better things
to do than wish i had
somewhere to be.
Time is snitch
With the loosest of lips
Consuming itself as a meal
Do you think it can feel?
Your guess is as good as mine
How fast can it all unwind?
The simultaneous highs
It’s built to desensitize
Your guess is as good as mine
And there’s a storm
Behind your eyes
But I’m still learning
To read between the lines
I’m feeling worn
From spinning tires
What is it for?
Your guess is as good as mine.
How fast can it all unwind?
Your guess is as good as mine.
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4. |
By the Billions
03:37
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I had a dream about it,
don’t want to think about it:
Slipping, falling back into the fish tank.
With each dip below the surface,
The teeth are closing in.
Early morning optimism
Looking through a prism
Eyes darting back and forth between each next door.
Put yourself on a pedestal
People tapping on the glass
Yes, I wish that I could leave
Each passing state I pass between
Now Blurry lines I once saw clearly
Speaking definitively
But I’m not sure of anything
And to that end, yeah, How can you be?
If I’m not reaching out
I dont think I’m being reached
No one’s arms are stretching out for me
But I can hear everything you say about me
when I’m not around
Everything is fine…
Everything is fine…
Everything is fine…
Everything is finite
Lately, I’ve got no opinions
Seconds passing by the billions
Wading waves while in slow motion
Yes, I wish that i could leave
Each passing state I pass between
Now Blurry lines i once saw clearly
Speaking definitively
But I’m not sure of anything
And to that end, yeah, How can you be?
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5. |
How Do You Know?
03:55
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Are you gonna stay
Through the winter
Or finally get away
If you leave to today
Start to splinter
What’d be left to say
I’m not trying to keep you here
But I know I’m at my best when you’re near
Drop a line if I ever cross your mind
Take you time to unwind
Let me know if you find you miss the snow
Or if you’ve found your place to grow
If you had to guess
Would you say it’s
A done deal more or less?
Lately, I confess
I feel aimless
Finally fully vexed
I’m not trying to keep you here
But I know I’m at my best when you’re near
Drop a line if I ever cross your mind
Take you time to unwind
Let me know if you find you miss the snow
Or if you’ve found your place to grow
But could you just…
Wait another day?
Stay another day?
How do you know when it’s time to go
But could you just…
Wait another day?
Stay another day?
How do you know when it’s time to go
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