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Ruckus
02:28
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Trapped in a lockbox, but left on display (I will break)
Are you the rabbit, or the fur coat tossed away (everything)
Can you succeed in dismantling it all (in my way)
When every idea was gleaned from the walls
Your cry to arms was so loud
When nestled safely amidst the crowd
(I WILL SING!)
(Burn it away! We will prevail!)
But rhetoric will never find the words to say
We are more than one entity
When lines are traced we ignore the single grains
With disregard for subtlety, we’ll fall!
Wait!
The brick in your hand will quickly grow once it’s thrown (I will break)
Is the message on your placard one that’s truly your own (everything)
Set this world ablaze if your vision is whole (in my way)
But make damn sure you believe it all
Carve it in your wrist if you like
Do the scars take and multiply?
(I WILL SING!)
(Burn it away! We will prevail!)
But rhetoric will never find the words to say
We are more than one entity
When lines are traced we ignore the single grains
With disregard for subtlety, this box will shatter assuredly
and how they’ll run
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Scars, Belize
03:04
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Scars-comma-Belize, cut teeth, amongst the dirt, watershed and trees, Bloody hands-bloody knees, bloody- hands, bloody-feet, I finally felt at ease.
A boat ride upstream, brought me, to a clearing in the canopy, trials and autonomy, honest work, agony, joy and fear of disease
Despite the open sores I finally started to feel at home, amongst the people, pouring rain at night and distant roar, I’d wake at dawn to meet the…
glow, that I, knew before
That’s so lacking in every sight and surface I now walk upon in this city that I once held so high and close
Scars-comma-Belize, utility, so absent in this routine, work to buy, buy to feed, feed monotony, survive the 40 hour week!
This cacophony, once seemed, an innovative tapestry, rips apart at the seams , How can you breathe through these, geometric facsimiles?
Can you feel the waning in my lungs, Slip amongst the lost and sordid ones,
I’m still reaching for that sun, I’m afraid I’ll become what you’ve become
Can you feel the waning in my lungs, Slip amongst the lost and sordid ones,
I’m still reaching for that sun, We’ll become what you’ve become
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Break Us Apart
03:29
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Reaffirm your place in the nether. These shapes appear obscure, when grasping from afar
And while I’m not alone to gaze, apprehension is etched in every face, we grow tired, one by one by one
So we’ll throw it all away, cause we’re nothing now, but with what remains, I’ll show you how it began
Cordoned off, despite the best of us, we are the lesser ones, relegated to this room,
Tear it down and I’ll show you something new, there is competence, and then there’s autonomy.
Break us apart and I’ll show you why. We are not-
and could never be, all the things, we admired from afar
Because we’ve grown so confined in this place of our own.
Recognize yourself in every noise, your breath in every hum, your voice in every cadence and line
Realize that this space longs to consume, you are the common sort, tried and unrefined
Break us apart and I’ll show you why… We are not!
Reassert your place in the nether. These shapes appear obscure, only when grasped from afar
And I’m not alone to gaze, determination lines every face, we do not tire, one by one by one
So we’ll throw it all away, cause we’re nothing now, but we’ll amaze until nothing remains.
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Dropped Seeds
02:43
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We are the kids with the broken arrows, quick on the draw, but prone to stumble
We are the ones, born, bred high-strung, desperate for a chance to thrive,
but lost in this world come undone
Oh we will wade, through this life, in search of some place
That we know, was long ago sunk
Waking up, the shakes again, turn towards some medicine,
talk yourself into getting up, making yet another go at it
But the blows are heavy and quick to come, the weight’s too much, can’t work it off
Burn through the reserves of the hope that you hold, the waves crash against, unmercifully cold, dragging you back to the depths.
We are the kids with the broken arrows, quick on the draw, but prone to stumble
We are the ones, born, bred high-strung, desperate for a chance to thrive,
but lost in this world come undone
Oh they will scold, you for refusing, to do as they did
But they took, and left us with ruins
Judgement passed like sage advice, but who’s really making sacrifice,
The generation of excess, who lost it all or those who came next?
We’re broken and we drown in debt, we medicate to quell the stress,
But it costs more to live in this world than it pays, and we believe in paying folks a fare wage,
Call it entitlement? It’s necessary change.
Call... us weak… if you want
(Simultaneous back-ups) We might never thrive, but we won’t compromise, we’d rather starve than repeat your mistakes
But if we live… like you… we won’t last long
(Simultaneous back-ups) We might never thrive, but we won’t compromise, we’d rather starve than repeat your mistakes
We are the kids with the broken arrows, quick on the draw, but prone to stumble
We are the ones, born, bred high-strung, desperate for a chance to thrive.
We are the kids with the broken arrows, quick on the draw, but prone to stumble
We are the ones, born, bred high-strung, fighting for a chance to thrive,
In this world undone
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Scarecrows
02:20
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Crashing right into a fucking brick wall makes me feel at home
A stiff stretcher with restraints can be so comfortable
Some bloodletting can be good for the soul
I've been feeling kind of numb since parting ways with the chemicals
This empty feeling in my gut has grown into a man of it’s own
on a foundation of remorse, guilt, regret and stone
Fucking up is marrow in the bone
But I've come to be familiar with the rhythm of the undertow
I will knock it down and start again
You know I've always wasted time trying to save face
I will knock it down and start again
I think it’s high time I bloody these hands and build something
that I can call my own
And if it doesn't work out there’s a match and gasoline!
I know every square inch of
misstread ground I've been prone to slip,
I'll set fire to this barren field
It'll turn to ash and grow anew
I will knock it down and start again
You know I've always wasted time trying to save face
I will knock it down and start again
I think it’s high time I bloody these hands and build something
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These Walls
03:04
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These walls are closing in, I’m tongue-tied wrapped up in loose string.
Old wolves creep in from a creaky back door come to tear at my silver throat-
I kiss their paws, they’re quick to snarl,
Old wolves move quick with the fresh blood drawn to paint portraits of a rosy dawn -
I thank them all, they soon depart.
Old wolves go running through the backwoods grinning, watch them bounding with their brothers in tow!
Now she floats uninterrupted in a void of her own -
Broken cigarettes I’m breaking down these antique walls, bombing bridges just to watch all them lovers fall.
Bloodshed in the early morn’ grew lillies up between my toes.
These flaws, I call my own - Split lips, calligraphy and acetone.
Old wives tell tales of the creatures long dead but i’ve collected them one and all -
They eat false pride, they breed by night.
Old wives lie still under sheets of down from the beasts that they no longer know-
I know them well, they show through tells.
Old wives go running to the backwoods screaming to be met by the hungry wolves.
Now she floats uninterrupted in a void of her own -
Broken cigarettes I’m breaking down these antique walls, bombing bridges just to watch all them lovers fall.
Bloodshed in the early morn’ grew lillies up between my toes.
I fought them all - you started this fire.
I don’t know why, night time is golden
when I’m all alone. Watch as the sky
closes in and I float.
Walking slow - breathe it in.
Now she floats uninterrupted in a void of her own -
Broken cigarettes I’m breaking down these antique walls, bombing bridges just to watch all them lovers fall.
Bloodshed in the early morn’ grew lillies up between my toes.
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