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Ripping Future
01:02
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Ripping future, ripping fate
Die young or live to be the one you hate
Ripping future, you see death’s door
Did you get what you asked for?
Circling the drain of your mortality
Ripping future, ripping fate
You’re knocking on death’s gate
Circling the drain of your mortality
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Boredom
03:06
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Can you really trust your mind?
The same one that tells you lies?
The one that’s about to unwind, not mine…
Tricks played behind the blinds
About successes and crimes
About to unwind, not mine…
Can you really trust your brain?
To distinguish pleasure from pain?
From all the thoughts you disdain?
Shut it off, shut it down
Another drink to help you drown
Too lazy for a nervous breakdown
Boredom undermines your sanity
In the doldrums of vapidity
Cognitive dissonance, raised by ambivalence
What’s the difference?
Shut it off and shut it down
Another drink to help you drown… breakdown
Boredom undermines your sanity
In the doldrums of vapidity
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3. |
Suffer Fools
02:44
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Plastic World
03:40
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They want the light, but not the heat
Participants in their own deceit
Are they chasing signal or just chasing sound?
Are they buried or just underground?
They’re never happy, but they’re never cold
They don’t know what they’ve done, but they do what they’re told
In the plastic world
They want the light, but hate the source
Block out the sun with no remorse
They’re never happy, but they’re never cold
They don’t know what they’ve done, but they do what they’re told
In the plastic world into which they’re hurled
The last scream of a dying breed of thought
Plastic world
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Your bowl is packed with herbs and hash
Release your troubles, time to relax
You hit the bong, put on a song
But it backfires, it all goes wrong
Everyone higher than everyone else
And now you’re stressed, start to regress
The devil’s lettuce has you possessed
Burnt out
What’s left to do but crack a brew?
Just smoke some more to get you through
Everyone higher than everyone else
You’re ripped and off script
Spaced out and devout
Everyone higher than everyone else
And now you’re ripped and you’re off script
You’re spaced out but you’re devout
You’re doped just to cope
Now you’re tanked, you’re danked
Everyone higher than everyone else
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6. |
Brain Dust
03:22
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Ripped on the brain dust of yesteryear
Can’t walk straight, can’t see clear
Ripped on the brain dust, just for a taste
Not enough time to waste
Hunted like prey by aimless days
First breath, smoke plume
Look up and see an empty room
Paranoid, sucking wind
Tonight’s the night you pray for your sins
Time disappears
Ripped on the brain dust of any day
Time falls away
Stare at the screen, your hapless routine
Stare at the screen, you’re tired of being
So stoned and so alone
You’re stoned and you’re alone
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7. |
Bleed Into
03:14
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Bleed into their wound if that’s what it takes to prove
That you’ve stolen their body too
Bleed into their heart as it’s torn apart
By your morbid, abstract art
Becomes septic, becomes ulcerate
Now festers, now suppurates
Raw lesions, love scorned
Long season
Forlorn, forewarned
Pour sugar into the cut, pour salt and sew it shut
They say that “time heals all”
Somewhat
Are we like flies to honey?
Are we like flies to shit?
All our time spent running from it
There’s ants in the sugar, roaches in the sweets
Like stale bread and rotting meat…
Becomes septic, becomes ulcerate
Now festers, now suppurates
Raw lesions, love scorned
Long season
Are we like flies to honey?
Are we like flies to shit?
All our time spent running from it
There’s ants in the sugar, roaches in the sweets
Like stale bread and rotting meat…
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Hourly//Sourly
04:45
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They chew you up and spit you out
Grind you down and throw you about
Your hands they bleed and sweat stings in your eye
For another buck they’ll wring you dry
One more day to get paid
Another day to taste the blade
You’re in the grave and you’re their slave
The clock it grins with sharpened teeth
The boss’s flock of human sheep
Hourly tastes so sourly
Cut another branch off the money tree
Hourly tastes so sourly
Costs another dollar and then it’s free
The daily grind, your elbow grease
Forced to do what it takes to get you a piece
The pain, the push, the muscle and the mind
Just as you unwind is when they rob you blind
Hourly tastes so sourly
Cut another branch off the money tree
Hourly tastes so sourly
Costs another dollar and then it’s free
One more day to get paid
Just another day to taste the blade
Now you’re their slave, you’re in the grave
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Finite Supply
01:17
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Just gotten thru the day, they itch to spend their pay
Beasts only seen at night
Searching, fiending for some white
They want to share, enough to spare
But there’s a finite supply
Powder on keys, it’s just a tease
Cause there’s a finite supply
But they haven’t run out yet
Nose burns and starting to sweat
Eyes dart, they’re scanning the room
Once numb now starting to fume
Is there more? Can we score?
Cause there’s a finite supply
Just one last line, they can’t decline
Cause there’s a finite supply
Now everyone’s gone home
Still up in bed and all alone
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10. |
Down Here
03:00
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Kick the coffin right in the teeth
Our youth’s run dry so lets r.i.p. in peace
Kick the coffin, just for fun
Can’t you tell that your bell’s been rung?
Down here where we live
Nights run long so spark up a spliff
Down here where we burn
The choice is yours… now it’s your turn
Kick the coffin right in the chest
Creeping towards your final rest
Flame burns slow, or so you thought
Now all that we can do is rot
Down here, last night in hell
Cruising slowly towards death’s knell
Down here pallbearers wait
There’s no time left to test your fate
Down here you’re all alone
Eternal fire and brimstone
Down here where we live
Down here
Kick the coffin
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GLOWING BRAIN Oakland, California
Cold beer
Old gear
Oakland, CA
Conrad Nichols
James Lyter
Doc Miller
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