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One Movement, One Mind
01:56
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Warm bodies, empty veins
Aliens in the food chain
Rust and rot and oil clots
Stuck so long that they forgot
They were machines we strove to be
Moved with intent and calm
They had a purpose and carried weight
Walked in stride, spoke in song
Don't fucking look at me
You don't know what you see
Don't fucking talk to me
I won't say anything
Thoughtless, pointless, empty breaths
Small talk we mistook for depth
Shallow, glassy, vapid eyes
Scared children in disguise
They cut their hair, they tore their clothes
They composed a frame
Reciting lines of poetry
All sharing a brain
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Blood on my hands
Dirt on your feet
Broken heads
On empty streets
We can't see straight
It's just a game
It's just one night
They're all the same
Rolling in my eyes in the back
While you talk at me
I'm in the corner eating glass
Where you can't see
Sitting up alone while you sleep
Drink away the dreams
Deteriorating mass
I'm exactly what I seem
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Golden Calf
01:08
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Why should I pay for this yellow brick road?
I was never destined to walk on that gold
All your numbers go up in smoke
You build an empire on interest alone
Nowhere is where we are
Get used to it
Sleeping pills for the American dream
And laughing gas for your tears
A golden calf for you to believe in
You vote them every year
They want all of your time
We're living on a fault line
They want all of your time
To get nowhere
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Ghosts
01:47
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He walks in the room while I sleep
Listening, wathcing me
The temperature drops ten degrees
And I can smell the gasoline
I'll sit silently at the screen
And forget the lives I've seen
I'll feel him haunting me
Staking life like a creep
We'll sit in the common room and joke
Like he's not even there
Cutting our hands through the smoke
Hanging in the air
Laughing and putting pennies in the yard
Walk around the bodies, cut around the scars
We'll slam the doors
And forget the weight in our hands
We'll talk about the footsteps
Like they're heavier than our own
Feel the life smothered in our lungs
And forget that we're the ghosts
Because he hangs there like a heavy coat
Hangs there like my head
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