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Freeway traffic crawls like cosmic sabotage
As I try and get to my soul's abattoir
Slaughter all my thoughts and feelings to make food
For people I don't like or want anything to do with
And bridges span across the continents like extension cords
To keep the world at its own self-destructive beck and call
And as I choke on noxious fumes and jealous words
I think through sputters, 'which of these is bound to kill me first?'
And I don't want any special treatment
But sometimes I wanna be looked at different
And I think I'd best up and leave before I lash out
I look at my hands and arms to check for cuts
As I step out the train doors and join the rush
Of people walking quick to get to nothing
But angry bosses tapping watches like the launch codes for a bomb and
Thank fuck the sequences are wrong
It buys you time to run but doesn't pay for long
But to afford to live you choose to stay, but I saw you hesitate
One day you'll have had enough and burn the whole joint down and I can't wait
And I don't want any special treatment
But sometimes I wanna be looked at different
And I think I'd best up and leave before I feel sick
And I don't want any special treatment
But sometimes I wanna be looked at different
And I think I'd best up and leave before I lose my shit
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Guardrails
01:54
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Looking down to the freeway is a fucking major feat
As I walk over the overpass I'm trying to focus, trying to see straight
And I'm so thankful for these guardrails
The one good thing that the government has ever done for me
And talk about devious stares, I know just what you mean
But everytime I fall it's only left me sad and unfulfilled
And I don't think that I'll ever get my break
So please ignore me if my complaining starts to get mundane
And I'm sorry you've heard this chord progression millions of times
I know I said that it gets better, that wasn't meant to be a lie
I know how hard it's getting to beat the world at its own game
And I'm sorry I can't do much good to help relieve the pain
But looking down to the freeway is a fucking major feat
As we walk over the overpass you're trying to focus, trying to see straight
And I'm so thankful for these guardrails
The one good thing that the government has ever done for us
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These plastic chairs are my restraints
They block my view of the spray paint
Oh Christ, it's coming down to rain
Or maybe I'm just going insane
And I hate to think about it
I know it's all my fault
I got her hooked and now it's
Blatantly clearly because now
My cat's got a drug problem
I'm not afraid of the backyard
Sitting out here isn't that hard
I wouldn't mind a drink and a chat
With anyone that's not a cat
And I hate to think about it
I know it's all my fault
I got her hooked and now it's
Blatantly clearly because now
My cat's got a drug problem
My only company is sick
But I'm not that selfish a prick
Shoo her away for her own good
I'll be alone again just like I should
And I hate to think about it
I know it's all my fault
I got her hooked and now it's
Blatantly clearly because now
My cat's got a drug problem
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In The Jaw
04:09
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Seven more stickers round the station
Cheap phrases, keep it vague
And somehow people will still know what it means
And so it's plans of action on repeat
Inside my head all the way home
And what a commotion in the alley
There's scuffles breaking out
And crowds of rowdy people standing round
And no one's quite sure who was in the wrong
But it's probably the one who left on their own
Something's just not right about the state of things, I swear to God
Nothing's gonna change without spilt blood
What are the odds by midnight everybody in this city
Clocks a Nazi in the jaw?
Counting bruises on your knuckles
Wear em like a badge of honour
And may they never fade, may they be replaced
Repeatedly throughout the course of your lifetime
And may fascist blood stain your clothes
May we finally extinguish
Those flashing blue and red lights
And set the banks alight, warm up the night
For just one measly evening
We could stand outside without freezing to our bones
Something's just not right about the state of things, I swear to God
Nothing's gonna change without spilt blood
What are the odds by midnight everybody in this city
Clocks a Nazi in the jaw?
Something's just not right, I think the world's breaking, I swear to God
Nothing's gonna change without spilt blood
What are the odds by midnight everybody in this city
Clocks a Nazi in the jaw?
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Sleep
05:03
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And so these are the dangers that I knew would occur
I observe from the edge of the deck and it serves
To remind me of stupid decisions and plans
My subconscious designed and thrust into my hands
Extracting words that'll match the sensations
I'm sharpening through a state of intoxication
I know why I'm down, but I'm not gonna fix it
And speak of the devil, but I still won't risk it
Concealing your feelings is healthy regardless
Of what people say, it's the coping that's hardest
So stay isolated, a drink in your hand
And envy the people whose lives went as planned
I'm fucking pissed off and I don't have a right to be
According to myself and my own philosophy
Now I'm in pain but that's all on me
Who else is to blame for my own misery?
So I'll head back to the gutter and
Get kicked in the head and pissed on by everyone
And maybe it's just raining, maybe it's a dream
I'll let my paranoia and these violent shakes lull me to sleep
Is this an excuse or legitimate reason
For use of this chemical changer of seasons
Not that it matters, I'll drink it all anyway
Just to say 'fuck you' to all that went down today
Fun party talk about self-harm and depression
Enhances the hopelessness, doubt and aggression
That seems to come daily in increasing doses
Cos when one door opens another one closes
So I'll head back to the gutter and
Get kicked in the head and pissed on by everyone
And maybe it's just raining, maybe it's a dream
I'll let my paranoia and these violent shakes lull me to sleep
It's stay here with the crowd and just feel more depressed
Or head home, be alone and just feel more depressed
I'm not sure I can take it, my lifelines are gone
So I'll suffer in silence like I've done for so long
It makes complete sense I'm so fucking confused
And I'll tell myself that, leave my ego disused
But saying it is one thing, believing another
That someday I'll get to say at least we'll have each other
So I'll head back to the gutter and
Get kicked in the head and pissed on by everyone
And maybe it's just raining, maybe it's a dream
I'll let my paranoia and these violent shakes lull me to sleep
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