1. |
Rushing Through
02:13
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2. |
Futures
03:02
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Creeping through this empty town,
On the stage we gazed on down.
Loop the thirteen phenomenon,
Playback the faith we gambled on.
It's hard to replace this forboding daze phase.
It's tough to forget that silhouette.
It's all in climbing down from that time where space was set.
Lest we forget.
Dig into parallel frequencies,
Pull each out sequenctially.
Diagnosis rotgut impeccably,
Fiending the same feeling relentlessly.
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3. |
Broken Door
02:38
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4. |
Sleep
02:58
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Sleep undercover of fear,
Plague ever dwelling near,
Cozy with homely dread,
Getting in over my head.
Sick days lead to weak legs,
Trick prays feed those weak eggs.
There's some lesson packaged with guilt,
Structures left unbuilt.
Lies to find hidden deep inside,
Junctures left unsatisfied.
All this time I spent cradled,
My only crime was being labeled.
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5. |
Broken Tape Machine
03:26
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Embedded disease,
To feel constant unease.
Built by the lie,
That money built a castle in the sky.
Repeating rewind,
This daily tape grind,
Whatever happened to the drive,
To finally take the dive.
I won't understand.
You won't understand.
Never works fully awake.
Cloudy dreams to undertake.
Distractions ruin the day.
Strayed track of a lucid way.
I won't understand.
Get off the bed.
You won't understand.
Bring out the dread.
It's just one cigarette.
I can't stop.
Now you're all I regret.
Every drop.
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6. |
Television
03:43
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Feel the twilight thicken,
Somewhere in the inbetween.
The edges are crubmling down,
Like chalky amphetamine.
It becomes the grains of time left,
Until oblivious dusk.
By then it's too late for,
Redemption with selfish busk.
It's all so frivolous,
Journey for the unreachable light.
Superficial relationships keep me awake,
Through the night.
Lobotomized by the glow of,
Television, the great entertainer.
Hopelessly keep banging on this,
Cacophonous container.
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7. |
Peaches
02:36
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8. |
Never Again
02:13
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9. |
Daggers
03:40
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Seeing ghost,
More transparent than most.
Blind eye,
Met with wretched reply.
Forever waste bound,
Sound still found profound.
Forgot the words to say,
And still haunting the way.
Sun drifting further each and every day,
It's a state of constant decay.
And wonders,
Do wanders,
Stereo, audio,
Let it go, let it show.
At the coast,
Colder night than most.
Sitting high,
Watching dead days go by.
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10. |
Take Your Time
03:17
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Post Days California
Guitar- Christian Compean
Bass- Hugo Lopez
Drums- David Mazun
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