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Stall
00:39
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Demonstrating aptitude for moving on ahead
Instead you’re met with swelling, overwhelming dread
Your confidence’s replaced with terror in it’s stead
Instead of facing failure you’d much rather be dead
Longer tunnels you’re falling down
Your body’s closer to the ground
But soon you’ll come around
But soon you’ll come around
And the day it never comes, you hit your head on the wall
Making no progress, you continue to stall
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Spiral
00:34
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I’m the fuckup I’m the failure
I’m the one hitting the wall
And no matter how hard I push
I can’t get the damn thing to fall
A downward spiral trying harder
To drag me further down again
And no matter how far I climb
I can’t seem to see the end
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Finite
00:58
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Deniably dark and continuing on
Fleshed out sparks from spewing spawn
Heated eyes and the spectacle drains
Flowing out through pulsing pain
Finite details
Racking the brain
Scrubbing down
The lasting stain
Can’t see out, can’t climb outside
Can’t claw out my burning eyes
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Target
00:55
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I see myself in a convenience store
Impeded by my inability
Staring at two equal objects
Able to choose neither quickly
A fork in my mind splits it in two
And I veg out staring blank
Enamored not by either choice
But by a decision to make
The options are vast, overwhelming
Endless amounts of stimulation
Spinning in circles, floating aimless
Being pulled in every direction
You begin to collect, but not enjoy
Piling up and staring you down
Unfinished or worse, never started
Wasted time lost and never found
The timer drains as the sands fall down
Slowing burying my indecision
Chasing me down with a gun to my head
Impatiently waiting for my admission
If I spent more time actually doing
Than racking my brain with senseless doubt
I might finally get something done
Instead of always worrying
About missing out
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Guillotine
00:37
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The guillotine
Always fascinated me
Your death displayed
Publicly
The head rolls around
Somehow still alive
Wondering where
It went wrong and died
The leader stares
While people cheer
Celebrating
Life without fear
No longer under
Tyrannical rule
With seconds left
His life goes by
Remembering how
He stole and lied
They laugh at the
beheaded fool
The guillotine
Always fascinated me
Your death displayed
Publicly
The last few seconds
Before your head dies
What could be changed
For you to be alive
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TMI
00:40
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Fleeting are the moments
Scrambled in your past
Extending each day
To try and make them last
Giving into darkness surrounding every thought
Reaching farther back and it’s only getting lost
Every single day it’s something else to find
Something you’ve forgot, fallen far behind
Nothing you remember ever hangs around
It keeps crawling out your head
Leaking at the lack of space
Or looking for another place
Fading fast, increasing pace
There’s no memories left to chase
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Little Saint James
00:45
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Never have I had a chance to be filthy rich
But I’d never spend my entire life chasing it
Stolen money, traded arms, sex traffic at large
To satisfy horny politicians in charge
But you crossed the line from human to filth
And your lust for money makes me fucking sick
Worse is your decades of raping children
And the people who helped you get away with it
On your pedophile island
Little Saint James
Your pedophile island
We cannot rest just because your dead
What we need is a hole in the head
Of modeling agencies
Supplying young girls
To the rapist leaders
Around the whole world
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