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Terminal Smile
03:52
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Idiot
02:00
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Tied Down
03:32
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When in Doubt
05:07
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Lines on the glass, are melting away
we, the artificial successors
overcome by the beautiful vines
overwhelmed by the most precise bugs
overrun by our own kind
overgrown in the end
may the travelers bypass it and give it peace
may it rest
and give it peace
give it peace
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Our Anchor
02:46
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Green speck on the window, no one passing me.
I tried to touch it, but its too clouded in my mind.
Obsession is existence, emotion our anchor.
Fear stops all changes, love is like cancer.
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In my little house beside the sea,
The salt air blows in and cushions me.
I'm slowly dying, infected by my dreams,
rusting up my ankles and my seams
They say a robot shouldn't know these things
This love is gonna kill me, they say no,
don't dream, don't speak, don't have opinions
don't ever sleep, in a bed, of material things
robots don't dream of the ocean.
I'm setting sail to greet my love,
Oxidizing fingertips and such.
Artificial arthritic barricades,
false barriers breaking the cascades.
They say I shouldn't know these things
This love is gonna kill me, they say no,
don't dream, don't speak, don't have opinions,
don't ever sleep, in a bed, of material things
robots don't dream of the ocean.
The wind gives a gentle tug,
I feel pushed under, now I'm stuck.
Pulled apart by time and space,
water between every molecule in me.
They say I shouldn't know this.
This love is gonna kill me, they say no,
don't dream, don't speak, don't have opinions,
don't ever sleep, in a bed, of material things
robots don't dream... robots don't dream...
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The Autopilot Ejects
03:41
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Autopilot ties me to a chair
I'm beyond repair
My intentions don't validate
its my actions that are failing
lets blame someone else
i don't want to face it
lets procrastinate all day
and wonder how we got so old
in our minds we all did good
slept at night like good boys should
now we just can't separate from those we love and love to hate
it is just so easy to say that this must be the way of society and your complacency
you're a part of the machine just like me
lets get up and walk out, lets get up and walk out
just don't turn around
i will leave you behind if you wish to be used
i can't speak for you and i won't anymore
no i won't anymore
no i won't anymore
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If I Were Invisible
05:14
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I can see through my hands, straight to the walls.
The light is misbehaving, Lord Science is appalled,
but its really not my doing, its someone else's fault.
Lets go ask the sun if the bastard light about me,
is somehow flawed...its gotta be
no one can see me...no one can see me...
Looks like I'm free, to be me, and I guess its a blessing and curse
what could be worse? If i were invisible,
i would do great things, i would make mistakes
then they'd all love me, then couldn't define me.
that's the way I want it
no one can see me....today
If I were invisible
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A Temporary Thing
03:35
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Plant a bullet in the ground
a little death to wash it down
infect our minds with battle lines
bleeding hands drawing in the dirt
Why can't we all be sinners? Why can't we all be sinners?
Sailing on to a better hell
Come back tomorrow
Come back to stay
We can share the pain
its a shame its a temporary thing
I can feel my virginity growing back
letting me know where not to be
If we're to burn at least its in our own hands
and not a profound contemporary
Why can't we all be sinners? Why can't we all be sinners?
Sailing on to a better hell
Come back tomorrow
Come back to stay
We can share the pain
its a shame its a temporary thing
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Exit Wounds
04:16
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They're leaving again,
better words in their hands.
to pull the trigger,
swing the gavel down
the apple, a pretext to aim without guilt at your head
draw back the pretty lines, unseen actions
gotta run, gotta jump, gotta fly for your life
whatever the cost don't start any battles
whatever the cost don't start anything you can't finish
whatever the cost don't throw any stones
no one will have your back
take the hit, give permission
show no one, exit wounds
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