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10,000
02:00
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He’s got
Ten thousand pages of math equations
He doesn’t understand; he’s tired and jealous
Trying to connect his dots with their lines
He doesn’t think it’s worth it if the math isn’t perfect
Scoured every shore, but nothing seemed to float
Had to bug his mom, for money for the boat
All the fish had razor scales; a sea of misery
Now he’s left with bloody feet and nowhere else to be
Still he’s got!
Ten thousand pages of math equations
He doesn’t understand; he’s tired and jealous
Trying to connect his dots with their lines
He doesn’t think it’s worth it if the math isn’t perfect
Climbed the tallest tree, but branches broke beneath
Fell to the ground and broke both legs and lost all his teeth
As he screams and as he bleeds, no one makes a peep
It’s those most different from us, who benefit the least
Still he’s got!
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Sinker Swim
03:20
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Sinking and swimming and sinking and
Going under, going under, going under
Sinking and swimming and sinking and
Going under, going under, going under
Sinking and swimming and sinking and
Going under ground
I’ve never been a floater and I won’t start
Until I drown
I’ve never been a floater and I won’t start
Until I drown
I’ve never been a floater and I won’t start
Until I drown
Saw you dive in a lake of vines that twisted ‘round your neck
I dove in to pull you out, we both wound up dead
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Buy Life
02:15
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Whose life is garbage and whose do we save?
Whose life is garbage and whose do we save?
Whose life is garbage and whose do we save, save, save, save?
They think they can tell your worth by looking at your face
They’ll do anything they can to keep us in our place
Are you standing or falling?
I think you’re falling for it
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On Yr Knees
02:24
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I head you like walking on glass
Well it just happens, matter of fact
I’ve got the sharpest tongue in town
Why don’t you come around, come around?
Bruised knees hope to see you next fall
Won’t you please tell me how it’s not your fault
I know that every other one’s the same
What a tease, you know what I mean?
Ugh
Red tears running all down your face
You know I’m dying just to get a taste
But you are covered in the corner with fear
Come here my dear, my dear
Tight squeeze, dug you up a brand new home
Won’t you please enjoy this time alone
I know you won’t be missed up here
It’s better this way, I swear
Oh!
Your skull is a disco
For every worm in town
Come around, come around
Where else could this go?
Bringing you down
On yr knees, on yr knees
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Gold Plates
02:04
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Sit down, shut up but for what, well who knows
Less that one questions, more privilege bestowed
Silence is golden, ignorance is bliss. They say
Silence is golden, ignorance is bliss. Cramming
Garbage like candy, gracious mouths receive
Gladly, yes gladly from sick hands – feed!
Silence, white silence it’s golden and red
Silence, white silence it’s golden and red
Violence, white violence, it’s golden and red
Violence, white violence, it’s golden and red
Silently sit while others are slaughtered
Saying it’s nothing, they’re nothing why bother?
Silence, white silence it’s golden and red
Silence, white silence it’s golden and red
Violence, white violence, it’s golden and red
Violence, white violence, it’s golden and red
Sick something, sweet nothing, nail polish, tea
Sick something, sweet nothing, blood roses, bees
Sick something, sweet nothing, big-eyed fleece
Sick something, sweet nothing, feeding disease
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Dirty Junk Minneapolis, Minnesota
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