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Skull Made of Denim
01:15
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He is the man with the always clenched fist
No sense of time but a watch on this wrist
In a crowded room he looks with a stare
One lonely man, an emotionless glare
All his free time being master of none
Spends his nights in thinking weekends were fun
Got a dry mouth and veins full of venom
Emerald eyes, skull made of denim
He is the man with an always foul look
Doesn't like to read but still holds a book
Very few peers would call him a friend
Slouching his back, his smile pretend
All his free time being master of none
Spends his nights in thinking weekends were fun
Got a dry mouth and veins full of venom
Emerald eyes, skull made of denim
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Weak
02:37
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If I'm of the healthy
Life is as it should
Why is it just penalty, then penalty, then penalty
Not cursed with insanity
Function with humanity
But every second bothers me, it bothers me, it bothers me
Standing like a tower
With chance to devour
Yet every moment is sour, more sour, more sour
I'm letting my false power
Bloom like a spring flower
When in truth I just cower, I cower, I cower
The answer that I seek
I am of the meek
Every passing day I'm feeling so damn weak
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3. |
The Man Without A Head
01:38
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Well a friend of a friend of mine once said
He met a man without a head
Living as a shadow of a shadow
An empty void whose life was shallow
For this man a question did persist
Without a head did he exist?
Could not connect to those few around
Tried to speak with no mouth or sound
Had no eyes yet he could see
Joy replaced by misery
Into a mirror he'd stop and stare
And see a man who wasn't there
Throughout libraries you can look
But it's not found within a book
It's only heard not seen or read
The tale of the man without a head
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4. |
Geometry of Shadows
01:34
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5. |
The Judge
01:33
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Drenched in mud
Someone else's blood
Left shaken and confused
Not a thrill
Or a psycho kill
But a victim of abuse
Pressure built
It had to spill
There was nothing left to do
Now I stand
A broken man
With murder you accuse
Then the judge strikes the gavel
The evidence: a shovel
Lying in the gravel
The plot to unravel
Listen please
To my honest pleas
I'm not the guilty one
I was poked
Not unrevoked
It all had to be done
If left unchecked
I would regret
That's why I did not run
Had to snap
Take my life back
With a bullet and a gun
Then the judge strikes the gavel
The evidence: a shovel
Lying in the gravel
The plot to unravel
GUILTY!!
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6. |
Content Youth
01:38
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All throughout Earth's history there have been messengers of truth
That just don't mean shit to me because I'm the content youth
I avoid all misery by scrolling through the news
Black and white is all I see, shades of grey are of no use
It is no great mystery I update you with clues
Carefully when I curate, indiscrete when I accuse
If you think you're interesting, have worth in what you do
That just don't mean shit to me because I can see through you
And I can live through anything, war genocide and feuds
As long as you stay following my digital online ruse
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7. |
Scorching Red Heat
01:17
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Fire burns
Endless flame
Among the ashes
Will I remain?
It consumes
Dignity
Leaves a husk
It's not quite me
Sitting softly
Moments coughing
Slowly hating
Passive waiting
Fire burns
Endless flames
Among the ashes
Find my remains
It concludes
Bit by bit
Sequence is
Inveterate
Sitting cross-leg
Moments often
Slowly retreat
Passively beat
In the scorching red heat
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8. |
Run
02:00
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You can never leave
Nothing up your sleeve
Everything is dumb
Nothings ever fun
You are never free
There is not relief
Much to overcome
Troubles just begun
Hivemind like a bee
Guilty like a thief
Hidden from the sun
You can never run
When you're trapped by your anxiety
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