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The Conch
04:18
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Born of disagreement, a storm has come.
The Black Knight tells The White Knight that he will soon have won,
But the look in his eyes says that he is not so sure,
His ego taught him nothing of the casualties of war.
"Let a fire burn. We'll scorch off the face of the earth."
The wrecking ball will always swing hardest when there's something to lose,
When you've done everything you could do.
Who will be the first to draw a line in the sand and then walk?
Who knows where the hammer will fall?
There's a tear in the pages of the book stating law
Now the conch has been broken who'll be the first to talk?
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This is the warmest place on The Earth and The Sun is nowhere to be seen,
The Sinners wait with The Saints as we cake you in Vaseline,
Tar and feather your behind,
We'll paddle your sorry ass 'til it hurts your eyes.
I've got you a skeleton key to The Bone-Ball,
We are all in the same boat,
We are all in the same boat,
We are...
So raise your black flag with its skull and its bones and prepare for the fight of your life,
Summon an army, I'll cook up a storm and together we'll tussle all night,
Voided ticket - has been paid,
The time has come to cash the chips you’ve played.
I've got you a skeleton key to The Bone-Ball,
We are all in the same boat,
We are all in the same boat,
We are...
Look what I am now: a former of myself,
A portrait for the future and a caricature of the past,
Just a dirigible for your own hand,
It's a shame that you would take this thing straight to land.
I've got you a skeleton key to The Bone-Ball,
We are all in the same boat,
We are all in the same boat,
We are...
We are...
Take my cutlass,
I'm a careless fool,
Close the curtains,
You're subverting the rules,
Just concede it:
You can't see this through,
Can't believe it,
You had everything to lose...
You lose.
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3. |
The Hole (pts. 1 & 2)
09:01
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pt.1
Wormhole: a break in the line, an open door.
Pitfall: a trap in your path that you should vault.
Lay down on broken glass, walk on coal.
Face frowns, hands both tied.
Back against the wall.
Animal just wants to eat.
Cannibal turns up the heat.
A candle burns for the last of a kind.
Wind blows through a window;
smells of the tide.
Fate gave everything to you and
never wanted more.
Brainwave blows electric fuse…
another hits the floor.
Admiral won't see defeat.
Cannonball sinks ship into the sea.
pt. 2
The Hole blacked out the sun and ate up the sky.
The Hole cracked the ground and pulled the world inside
The Hole blacked out the sun and ate up the sky.
The Hole cracked the ground and pulled the world inside.
Nobody told us that we would regret
The Hole it made sure we would never forget
It ripped up the land and it drank up the sea
Destruction and mayhem you couldn't believe
But we were the fools
We were all wrong
We had been running away all along
We did not know to read the signs
It had been coming for us the whole time
For living this way
For leading those lives
For killing the planet and fucking it's wife
It swallowed the land
Drank up the sea
Clouded the sky and burned down the trees
Shattered the mountains and boiled the sun
Crumbled the cities and left the world undone.
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4. |
13 Birds
02:38
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13 birds on the rooftop, but then there’s more.
Paregoric substance all over the floor.
Crack another open and bleed some more.
13 birds on the rooftop and they see all.
And they’re the Kings of The World.
Kings of The World,
Kings of The World and it’s mine.
13 birds on a rooftop, from down here they look so small.
Now that I’ve sobered the ambition’s back in my core.
Stop myself from bleeding and begin to climb the wall.13 birds on a rooftop and I’ll rule them all.
And I’m the King of The World.
King of The World,
King of The World and it’s fine.
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5. |
Chalk Lines
08:56
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Weightlessly
Wait for me and hold the line
Destiny is put to me
Through mould in time
Home is you
And four walls won't be confused
Absinthe bubbles in my brain
I cannot see
I can't think straight
And words will only leave my mouth as shapes
Roll a cigarette and
Breath in everything
Hold on to
The rails and pray
You're too blue
Your pain shall fade
Cadency is graffiti
For the King of Arms
Chivalry is long deceased
And gone
Don't assume
That you'll hurt or be abused
Roll a cigarette and
Give up everything
Chalk lines define you
Chalk lines define you
Chalk lines define you
Chalk lines define you
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6. |
Entomophobia
04:12
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Scratchy bugs everywhere.
In your hair.
In the dark they crawl around.
On your face and underground,
and they scuttle on a million legs,
To pick your bones while you’re in bed,
And they crawl and they crawl and they’re not afraid of you
They’ll burst and they’ll squirm when you split them in two.
Roaches and flies are nothing but pests.
Maggots and worms are disgusting, no less.
The worker ants rise to eat the queen,
While the spider who hunts is a killing machine.
Does it make your skin crawl? Does it make you feel sick?
Well, they come from the dirt and they’re far too quick
To chase them away or hunt them down.
They’re bugs you see and they come from the ground.
This planet is theirs,
You’re nothing but food.
When you’re dead you’ll decay
And they’ll feast on you.
Exoskeleton breaks through crystal cocoon
Changes into something more
Winged doom.
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Polite
10:13
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I'm polite just so you stay
My lightbulb eyes will guide your way
To the shore of sand and sea
Of new leaves on old trees
I will walk across the cloth
As it comes away from our feet
I will stockpile for the storm to come
And I will write confessions of all I have done
I'll write lies in your name and run
Then I will write confessions but all I want is for you to stay with me
The apples in your pocket shine
From the light of my eyes
You will walk towards the edge
With a rope tied to our feet
I will stockpile for the storm to come
And I will write confessions of all I have done
I'll write lies in your name and run
Then I will write confessions but all I want is for you to stay with me
I want you to stay with me
Broken lense reveals the truth
How could envy feel so beautiful?
The whirlwind hits, the cyclone roars
Shit hits the fan and we're in the middle
Broken lense reveals the truth
How could envy feel so beautiful?
The whirlwind hits, the cyclone roars
Shit hits the fan and we're in the middle
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8. |
Fin
06:25
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Get out, get out my farce,
This is my last act for those who just mark down.
Get back behind those bars,
This is just for your protection.
Get out, get out my farce,
This is my last act for those who just mark down.
Get back behind those bars,
This is just for your protection.
Fade to black before the final credits roll,
Everyone leaves.
Fade to black after the villain tells it all,
His plan will succeed.
Fade to black after the hero takes the fall,
He pushes you away.
Get out, get out my farce,
This is my last act for those who just mark down.
Get back behind those bars,
This is just for your protection.
Get out, get out my farce,
This is my last act for those who just mark down.
Get back behind those bars,
This is just for your protection.
Get out, get out my farce,
This is my last act for those who just mark down.
Get back behind those bars,
This is just for your protection.
Get out, get out my farce,
This is my last act for those who just mark down.
Get back behind those bars,
This is just for your protection.
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