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Stone Tape
07:15
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Something in your head, barreling underground.
A trench raised two-faced skin, but I'm not your favored son.
My father's underground, and feeding the Big Sur coast, and deeper than you could know.
And the black they're throwing down, guilt-noose, reject, I'm over it.
It's a life won't let you in, but in blackness manifest stars.
Even broke and laying out, in the last days you were found.
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Faqr
03:09
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I see the ground unsettled.
I see a liar's gun.
Another broken hero.
This way back is a devil's sum.
No one's coming out today, the city's a downbeat slum.
In the mouth, in the lung a desert, guess you got carried away.
94 delayed, that's a sonic death shroud.
Got nothing to say, but something to lean on.
And the red barrels not your journey.
You don't fear things that are all around.
Buried in your mission, your only real is a hallowed sound.
Keep your eye on the work, even if you're saying you're not scared.
But a muzzle is a dangerous son, and we're gonna do that dance tonight.
Gonna make your heart bleed.
(Your life is a hovering cloud, luck is a bullet)
Gonna make your lips need.
Gonna make you crawl to me.
(Your life is a hovering cloud, luck is a bullet)
Gonna make you believe.
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Ghostskin
06:55
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Hey, hey, little child.
Happy as a slave with a golden smile.
And you're a Leni for your father's will.
Maybe you're in there.
Maybe you're not scared.
But a shadow could topple the wall.
They got you open.
Walking like you got a gift, but you're just a token.
You're white as a beautiful shroud.
You're as white as the man that runs this town.
Do they know you're nothing back home?
Heroes are easy to see, when the land is broken.
I hope you can find a way out.
The future's a pitch tar black from down here.
Color of the dream I had, misty blue and lilac too.
And a red girl choking.
I need the sun in its place.
Little eyes, it's all a cross on the wall.
For you, silence is just a game.
For you, there's nothing going.
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You are the Void
02:30
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Humming in the light above, hard to see.
He looked like a freeman, hard to see.
We all know his name now, you and me.
Do we find the crack now, you and me.
Blackest lung, sweetened scum, saves memory.
Reconstructed better, better yet if I could breathe.
Blood on the street now, if hard to see.
Dying in the light now, you or me?
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Inhumanism
06:25
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Hold on, waiting on a friend?
Or give up, death is not the end?
You're in the light now, nothing's between us.
I want toes you when you crumble.
I want to kill your chosen one.
Bury his heart out in the desert, because we are one.
Sometimes the beauty's in the hands of a strong man.
I want to be that too.
Crushing under everyone, and everything that's good.
But it makes me wonder.
I'm a man with little pride.
Nothing to burn, nothing to shine.
I'm a man without a tribe, but don't forget I'm human.
Mother with the brilliance of a million suns.
Kin, outer dark, started Earth's run.
You live in a gutter, but still lick soles.
You don't fight, we don't come.
We could make a chant that frees, but you're crawlers, weak crawlers.
I don't need black love.
I want to be human, human.
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Asesino, Californian
07:35
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And you don't let the past die.
It's hidden under a dream.
You shied the first time, I spoke words to see.
All along the coasts their guard is down.
It's a land of stunners.
The hills afire.
All hail the wasteland now.
We were thinking on some outer worlds.
I want you, but a little more time.
The last touch you feel, I'll take it.
A whiteness that gives, I'll take it.
And the patterned sky is still just hanging around.
I know you're a flower losing blood.
I know your spirit is a setting sun.
That Californian, that beauty that you're waiting on.
But a stupid man could leave you running down.
That voice you kill, I'm making.
Your fast to forget, I'm breaking.
And the silent light will meet you on the other side.
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