1. |
Automaton
01:40
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Catastrophic walls of sound echo out from the giant automaton,
Fucked my wife,
It's my strife to make that thing not exist,
Clambered atop the big thing carrying a big ass magnet,
Held it to his robo brain,
It screamed in pain,
It was slain,
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2. |
Nocebo
03:01
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So your parasympathetic nervous system takes you from the bottom up,
Now you're feeding and your breeding,
Taking hands that you are leading,
You're in love,
With the concept of being your own carrier pigeon,
Sending messages for when you're a better version,
Now what will you do with the time you clearly have in abundance,
You say you'll burn through all your lethargy so you've got the energy to dance,
With your ever approaching ever encroaching patterns,
Looping indefinite just like the rings of Saturn,
Nocebo effect,
The holographic cards you're dealt,
Nocebo effect,
The cards you shuffle yourself,
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3. |
Doing Taxes
01:21
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4. |
Ode
02:25
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On the highway,
Simple times,
A bug splattered in front of my face,
Was it bird shit,
Hard to tell,
Either way it is quite distracting,
I shift my head to cover cars with it,
A mindless game of the eyes,
I aim it at a gas geising pickup truck,
He's driving slowly in the left lane,
The wind wipers,
Pardoned it,
Have to wait until the next gas station,
I shift my head to cover cars with it,
A mindless game of the eyes,
I aim it at another gas geising pickup truck,
He's driving slowly in the left lane,
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5. |
Crustaceans
02:52
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6. |
Thyroid Storm
02:01
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Mama's gonna have her disease in such grave shape,
She'll show up to the ring with some roid rage,
Mama's gonna slap it so hard into the future,
She'll leave it with wounds you just can't suture,
No need to call this bittersweet,
I trust you'll get back up on those two feet,
Tell that thyroid how it oughtta treat mama,
Nothing's stopping you from taking it blow by blow,
No need to call this bittersweet,
I trust you'll get back up on those two feet,
Tell that thyroid how it oughtta treat mama,
Nothing's stopping you from taking it blow by blow,
I trust you'll get back up on those two feet,
Tell that thyroid how it oughtta treat mama,
Don't need me to tell you that this can be beat,
Nothing's stopping you from taking it blow by blow,
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7. |
We Can Rebuild Him
02:32
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I can't play shit,
I might as well just fake it,
Record real slow,
Speed it up double tempo,
Octave,
Zero rhythm,
Quantize the timing schizms,
Record one note,
And autotune it full blown,
Solo,
This riff sounds trash,
We can rebuild him,
We have the tech and lack the hubris,
This riff sounds trash,
We can rebuild him,
Not playing live so,
Who gives a shit then?
I'm too lazy,
To have stems make me crazy,
Cut the bad parts,
And make the good ones restart,
Looping,
I hate cables,
They make me so unstable,
Plug it all in,
Or record by then with amp sims,
Work flow,
This riff sounds trash,
We can rebuild him,
We have the tech and lack the hubris,
This riff sounds trash,
We can rebuild him,
Not playing live,
Who gives a shit then?
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8. |
7-4-2020 10PM CST
09:09
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9. |
Eat Me
01:54
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Single minded soul,
Reaching for the whole,
The experience,
Photosynthesis,
Slow exuberance,
Mincing is the toll,
Low with diligence,
Rinsed into a lull,
Defecated seed,
Such absurdity,
Sunlight is the crave,
Centuries to pave,
Seek for what is saved,
Bathen with a plead,
Bellies empty caves,
Meek don't usher waves,
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