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Spotty Oscovitch
02:33
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Early show start my morning
with a snap, crackle, pop of warning
Today, today I'll take the account
Today, today I'll take a body count
Work 9-5, kill yr upper
leave a note, be home by supper
the picket fence will soon burn bright
the two and a half children give me a fright
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Idealorealisticism
02:08
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let's understand
let's understate
think it over
never underestimate and set the course
overwhelm
let's find the road
shed a little blood 'til there's a story to tell
understand
understand
understand
understand
woo
let's understand
it's underground
comprehend/disavow
legitimize
understand
let's find the wheel
sort it out until we find something to feel
understand
understand
understand
understand
understand
understand
understand
understand
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3. |
Standing Here a Decade
03:25
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I've seen the rise and i've seen the fall
in the end I've seen nothing at all
I'm a routine, a rut leaning on a half worn crutch
I smell quicksand reach for the sky
Crossing dotted lines in the middle of the road
I'm getting lost
I can't see the road
I'm going blind with the night
So called success some will call it progress
What's it amount to? Can you give me an answer?
I'd sure like to hear what you have to say
I'd sure like to see anything!
Crossing dotted lines in the middle of the road
I'm getting lost
I can't see the road
I'm going blind with the night
We've fallen in ill-defined lines,
but I've made one of my own
With a limp wrist and shaky hand
I'm not ready to throw
Truth be told I never had control
I don't know what I've been told
I found the concept worth resisting
But I'm sure I wasn't listening
Someone told me once that I could be who I want
As long as it's in demand/and by the time I still have the heart
Tell me once. I'll answer you twice.
OHHHH I'm going blind with the night!
Crossing dotted lines in the middle of the road
I'm getting lost
I can't see the road
I'm going blind with the night!
What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Is there any color, am I paralyzed?
You can laugh at life, but it don't like to be mocked
Shallow existence has me in a headlock
We've fallen in ill-defined lines,
but I've made one of my own
with a limp wrist and shaky hand
I'm not fucking ready to throw
Truth be told I never had control
I don't know what I've been told
I found the concept worth resisting
But I'm sure I wasn't listening
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Libyan Mute
00:50
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mercenaries, capillaries busting at the seems
corruption, hedge fund's backroom deals, and monarchies
cowardice and flashy garb, no sensibilities
earth's a rotten apple core, we'll all catch the disease
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i don't know what they're yelling about
so i better figure out how to doubt myself and you
i dont know why i stop at red lights or why i pick insurmountable fights
oh christ
i dont know if its beyond fixing
if im going too far with tumultuous mixing
of faith and sin
am i appeasing yr needs
am i meeting my quota
do you look at me and see devotion
or am i a fraud.
i don't know what i did to deserve this
or why i feel i should always be more nervous
or serve a purpose.
i don't know if im wise to perceive
something so many yet so few believe
am i appeasing yr needs
am i meeting my quota
do you look at me and see devotion
or am i a fraud
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The S'ods Hopatcong, New Jersey
In the summer of 2010, front man Jeff Marczak ingested enough alcohol in one evening to render himself vegetated, but not before birthing a new musical genre. Piss rock.
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