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Verse 1:
A world between worlds where the timeline curls 
I’m waiting for the worms for my skeleton and nerves 
they will serve the blurring terms of germs that long and yearn 
I infer I observe on the streets on the curb 
there is solace in absurdity I’m spending my time 
wasting that currency I’m bending my mind 
never known internally 
barren hid in verdancy, death: peppered with eternity
I’m riddled in disease the one in my synapses
The loops and the lapses life collapsed taxes 
The chances mask the masses, the lies that we are wrapped in 
favors earn compassion and dream is one fine contraption
I’m capturing the moment in a jar
I’m stashing all the lost and you can tell the stars, I would never go far 
the minutes stuck to me like a looking glass in tar,
they’re robbing me of bliss in the universe’s mist and inside is laced with infinity’s kiss
and I miss the wits that are drained in the routines cyst
Hook:
A disturbing comfort that nothing does matter where the blood splatter doesn’t make man shatter

Verse 2:
Breathing for the tokens that we get for making potions and my hope is that I will kill my hope and corroded blood is flowing 
the rotten mixed in golden 
a world between worlds where the timeline curls 
where nothing else matters but infernos in my words
Tell me everything that the bottomless heard
Abyss within my cells that is burning in my birth
A disturbing comfort is that I’m the absurd

Interlude:
I had a dream that someone understood 
I understand that no one ever could 
There is solemn in that
a thoughtlessness of fact
Unthinking unblinking
No interest and the limbless
The infinite the skinless

Hook:
A disturbing comfort that nothing does matter where the blood splatter doesn’t make man shatter
A disturbing comfort that nothing does matter
Where human emotion will fade in the motions

The Burden Of Being

Verse 1:

I couldn’t be any happier in doing what I’m told
Showing the ambassador the mechanics of a soul
Plastic spoons and caviar and Styrofoam bowls
Bacteria with heavy hearts playing in their roles
The artificial kind is sold while the borrowed time is null and the sick old minds will grow in the missing lines we know
Existence is a stage and death is an act
Here’s a eulogy to the breath of perhaps
It’s the curtain call alas this wasn’t ‘sposed to last it was just a feeling that I used to get passed, a certain kind of cataclysm, end of futures past
The birth of euphemism, to befriend the huddled mass
It’s a subtle Task within the propaganda bath, and the only fact is that there is truth inside a mask
It’s Tripping through the cracks, I am just a spirit with some blizzard washed tracks
Well look at you you mother fucking nosy bastard
The earth I bid adieu with my phantom blood that’s plastered
Let us sic a coupe on the ghostly plasma factors
A coated grimly view of the lousy 2 bit actors 

Hook:
Gambling the later for the now, for the cranially endowed, for the silence of the loud for the busy noise crowd
We barter compliments back and forth to earn the favor of the pseudo court
Gambling the later for the now, for the cranially endowed, for the silence of the loud for the busy noise sound
We barter compliments back and forth to earn the favor of the social court

Verse 2:
Sleep in every inhalation, let us breed for procreation
Just supplying slaves for the system for the nation
Deciding what to say in hacky rerun conversations 
Mining sound waves in flashy chatty combinations
I cannot relate with the flesh incarnates of unrest and migraines in my chest in my veins 
Put the moments in a crate, alone and eating fate, there seems to be a tourist that is gnawing at my brain
Tar and cement and iron plated jaws
Far increments, mankind is in a jar
A raw pilgrim soul and I’m dust in the stars
My judicial system is the earths natural laws

Busy Noise Sound

Verse 1:

you think you can assist
In my momentary bliss 
We’re Young and odd what a miserable mix
We wrung facade with a drinkable fix
You better Hate them they’ll get the chance to hate us first
Beat them at their game, it’s a hunger not a thirst
Charm them with your woes, darkened fog devours lobes
Cells and organelles and a storyteller spell realms and parallels and the grim debris of hell 
I don’t need your help, but I know you wish me well 
We never liked parties, and we never liked “them”
Trying to hard with the plasma that we blend 
We never liked them because they never liked us
Harvest up our organs just harvest up a rush
Clinging bloated bottles just to put our lobes on throttle
To be an amoeba and to be a sleeping dog
Unthinking animal what are ya reaching for

Hook:
What goes up must come down and what goes down will never come up
What goes up must come down and what goes down will never come up

Verse 2:
Do you think you can assist
In my momentary bliss 
Wooden eyes wooden soul 
pay the pied piper’s toll
But now we pay him profit
An office in a coffin 
Macabre fascination 
And A martyr’s maturation
And I am marinating in a bargained saturation
A putrid conessiour 
I’m a future saboteur 
Meet Necrosis of the liver, I am rabid for the slivers 
Maneuvering my flesh, cause the spirits never rest,
I am so apart yet submerged in everything 
Body Idle on the ground the used dirt I’m Worshipping 
You better hate them they’ll get the chance to hate you first 
This has always been the case it was worming since our birth 
I never liked them because I never liked me
Now I must tend to my spiked psyche 
It’s the art of the escape tissues harden carry fate 
I guess it’s kinda fun, I won’t remember being young 

Hook:
What goes up must come down and what goes down will never come up
What goes up must come down and what goes down will never come up

How To Be An Amoeba

It Happens Mid-Thought

Miserable Salesmen

The Propagandist

The Negative Optimist

Sleepy Planet

Borrowed Time

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