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Mindin'(the one in C)
02:55
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Our heads got in the way
sometimes it gets so hard to communicate
I don't know what you're trying to say
but I'm taking it to a negative place
where it escalates
and I'm wearing it all over my face
it escalates
I know what it's like to be
in this constant state of negativity
you just want the feeling to leave
and it's not that I don't see what you see
It's just bias tends to decieve
when you start trying to write other people's scenes
and the feeling makes me nauseous
but you linger on it
I don't know what to make of all of this
what we thought was gone
surrounds us again.
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Unpackin'
02:49
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How long should I hold on
to this weight and was it mine in the first place
don't have the stomach for it
but it's gotten so bad I can't ignore it
my eyes wide open now, I've finally found the door
small taste of hindsight can give you some perspective
on your life
The world is full of voices trying to find their place
I don't want to be the one to drag you down
when you can't seem to pull yourself out
did I pass this along as some kind of daily complaint?
never gave it too much thought but lately every word has
had a bitter taste
and it's taken so long to name that I've been wronged
didn't think I'd be so easy to break like a fool I went and took the bait every time
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Migratin'
03:19
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Did you miss out on some grand migration only to find
that you lost track of your own location somewhere down the line
now the fruit is gone so you chew on the rind
finding new ways to spend your time
like a hydra regrows its severed head, you track all your changes in a document
and when you look back at your futile spread, all of the dots you can't
seem to connect, are moving, how do they do it, what you've been losing, there's more than this to it
and you've got nothing to do now
so you're stroking the face of doubt
taking all your cards out, looks like there's something in the fool's mouth
and he holds on to it, like a true golden apple
we're all just children, anxious, shaking rattles
have I lost it? Have I lost my sense now? of object permanence
treating what's lost like it can't be found
Now i'm sifting through the litter of identities on the banks
lifting up the ones that I ought to thank
well sooner or later, we all get washed away
sooner or later you realize you can't stay
cause you've got something to do now
even in the face of doubt
you're taking all your cards out, placing faith in the ones that count
and you hold on to them, like the reins of a saddle
move at your own pace, making space for the ones who stall
I ain't lost it, I ain't lost my sense now, of object permanence
it's just waiting to be found.
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Creelin'
02:30
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As I said to my friend because I am always talking
there's a dark that surrounds us
and I feel like its gawking at me, yeah me
in every advertisement that I see there's a part
of the problem presented as the solution
I don't know what we can do against it
no convenience ever came without its consequences
is it worth it to ask the question, when there's no guarantee
for redemption. Lately I've been working way too hard
but that's a moving bar and I ain't going nowhere
caught a glimpse of the moving parts in the ominous dark
and it wasn't flattering.
I might as well just take my basket and leave
they don't want to see you makin' it
they're selling it all like it was something to be
that's shelf identity
staring at me like I was something to see
as I float upon the breeze, soaked right through the seams
of the spectacle of belief
and it all seems small
don't it all feel small?
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Servin'
02:12
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I'm crushing bottles for the thrill of it, it's no trouble of any kind
I found a world without consequence but it's a temporary state of mind
cause i'm the life of the party, at least for now til the party dies
and I offer myself as a sacrifice
because I don't see the value
of my life
and the culture that surrounds this don't
say otherwise
you're only worth what you consume
and how much work can you do
what boxes can you check off
they knew that gun was bound to go off
so they set you in it's sights
gave you a taste, said it's your right
made you a creature of electric light
I never see you in the day time and
I see you're fading, as the days go on and you start to lose touch
with the person you were and who I thought you was.
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Kneelin'
02:49
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They say you gotta work for it, this concept of happiness
but I think in images and that's an abstraction
I've been digging for days in the center of a concrete maze
polishing all my flaking paint, exposing the vein
I don't know what I'll find or what I'm trying to unearth
each day brings another question of self worth
this ain't a portrait of growth, I'm just chasing a line
caught up in a pattern, kicking dirt in my eyes
It's a friction burn from trying to hold on to a time
kneeling at the pedestal of a former state of mind
the slow motion worship of the world as it passes you by
and the emotional jones' have long since died
so what you waiting for boy?
saving all your tears cause you're afraid to cry
taking all your small joys for granted and you wonder why
it feels like the thorn in your side, that you've let fester for some time
is a now a carnivorous vine that forages and feeds on all the parts of your mind.
weep for your mortal soul, for it is rotting
in the pattern that it's caught in.
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