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Intro
01:20
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I can't ignore the shadow behind me
It creeps along the floor with arms like the blind sea
Run for the door but the fear seems to bind me
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Fear
03:40
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The times dissolve in this atmosphere
Our minds lie paralyzed in our fear
Sit back and enjoy the Ludovico treatment
If you learn fast, it won’t be so frequent
I can’t ignore the shadow behind me
It creeps along the floor with arms like the blind sea
Run for the door, but the fear seems to bind me
To this endless war that has consigned me
As the future gnaws away at our past
We sleep as quietly as a bomb blast
Sirius rising in the breathing sky again
Like a nomad in the land of the bird-men
As I called to you
Your gaze pierced me right through
Your skin was powder blue
A disposition that's tried and true
There’s fear but fear itself is nothing
There’s itself to fear nothing but fear
There’s nothing but fear to fear itself
There’s nothing to fear but fear itself
I can’t ignore the shadow behind me
It creeps along the floor with arms like the blind sea
Run for the door, but the fear seems to bind me
To this endless war that has consigned me
Endless war
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3. |
Wellness Check
03:36
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Johnny’s got a friend called Mary Jane
He’s the only one who understands her pain
She’s walked under every woman’s moon
Survived and fought against the gloom
Entangled in each other’s web
They were fooled to think of days ahead
But tragedy finds a place to hide
In the biggest hearts and greatest minds
He once told her everything she always wanted to hear
But now he was her greatest fear
As they lower his corpse into the ground
She don’t know what to do, but hang around, hang around
She started taking pills, cause they made her feel numb
She couldn’t face the grief, but she couldn’t run
Living in a slow motion life
She felt like she was just waiting to die, waiting to die
One day, Mary Jane didn’t answer the phone
She just wanted to be alone
A neighbor dialed 911
Said she was suicidal and might have a gun
She was cooking when they kicked down the door
Fired 16 shots and then she hit the floor
On the news, the cop said she had a knife
And that he had no choice, he feared for his life
Feared for his life
He said he fear for his life
Feared for his life
He said he fear for his life
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The forest, the forest, the forest is full
Of spiders, of spiders, of spiders yeah
The forest, the forest, the forest is full
Of spiders, of spiders, of spiders yeah
Appearing cloaked in anonymity
From the canopies, all grinning down at me
Their blistering whispering
Keeps drawing near
Whispering sinister
Lies in my ear
The hour the hour the hour is late
Start to run, start to run, run run run
They’re crawling down
Quiet as the sound
Of sprinkling needles
On frozen ground
You will not see them
But you will feel them
They’ll drain you
Well before you realize it
And when your heart stops, it won’t be enough
When rigor mortis sets, it won’t be enough
Your soul is long gone, it won’t be enough
And it’s never enough for them
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5. |
God Is A Computer
03:46
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Welcome to our nest
We recycle our cigarettes
When we can’t ignore the hunger pains
We go downtown to drain our veins
From the cradle into debt
So we take what we can get
And wait for what comes next
Or to sink into the sea
God is a computer
Day and night it feeds
God is a computer
Day and night it feeds
Smirking pictures, spinning stories
Demonology, cigarette burns
But plot holes and glaring omissions made it
Hard to believe
Vacant homes line the cul-de-sacs
While the poor line the streets
This world is just a baby farm
We’re the money crop indeed
God is a computer
Day and night it feeds
God is a computer
Day and night it feeds
Your body and soul is cavern of gold
A commodity free for the taking
It happens and you don’t even know
All the wealth you’re generating
Day and night it feeds
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6. |
Contempt
04:45
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I stand accused of treason
12 bitter scowls fall on me
The gavel cracks like a whip
I confess, I hold this court in contempt
For want of an advocate
The saboteur speaks for me
Throw the book, I throw it back
And confess, I hold this court in contempt
I fade
Into the walls
Draw the shades
Down on it all
This island once was a mountaintop
This villain once was a child
I’m a ruin, I warned them all
I confess, I hold myself in contempt
We change
Perhaps our finest art
Draw the shades
On the senile heart
Wait for me
I won’t be long
For I don’t belong
Anywhere but here
Contingencies in place
Reserved a solitary space
Guilt erodes the chamber walls
Of the senile heart
Drunken father of the land
Stands proud and tall in his disgrace
Beats down each helping hand
Condemns us to our fate
I hold you in contempt
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Mannequin
03:28
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You're a mannequin
You're just pretend
Molded plastic flesh
You’re empty within
Oh, tell me
What’s on sale today
Looking down at us
from behind that glass
They dress you up
In all their clothes
Oh, tell me
What’s on sale today
Laughing on time
Walking in straight lines
Going through the motions
And feeling fine
Mannequin
You’re just pretend
Mannequin
Empty within
Your cold blank stare
Frozen into a smile
Suspicious and haunting
Goes on for miles and miles
Oh, tell me
What’s on sale today
Laughing on time
Walking in straight lines
Going through the motions
And feeling fine
Mannequin
You’re just pretend
Mannequin
Empty within
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8. |
Quid Pro Quo
03:37
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Cherrypick from a rotten tree
Court TV got a hold on me
Sunday best, blemish-free
Foamy mouth of a district attorney
Need a witch to burn, had a shitty year
Got case that’ll make her career
The media hounds catch the scent
This one’s gonna pay the rent
Spectators binge on dopamine
Purge opinions and kerosine
Prime time crime, don’t read an excerpt
Just a headline now I’m an expert
Companies fight for the advertising
Everybody’s monetizing
Satisfy our bloodlust
With a righteousness so lustrous
Quid Pro Quo
How deep does it go?
Quid Pro Quo
Deeper than you’ll ever know
Turn the lights down low
It runs the show
Hand on heart, oh, oh
Eyes sewn closed
Politician needs a vote
Lobbyist needs a Judas goat
Auction off legislation
Write it off as a donation
It’s gonna trickle up just wait and see
They’re gonna rise up like mercury
Tear gas, an American tradition
Like pre-existing conditions
Panic button on the mayor’s desk
Non-lethal rounds leave you a mess
Secret police kick down the door
Secure the homeland from the poor
It’s not a rotten year, it’s a rotten state
It always was, you found out too late
Now you’re locked there in the stocks
And the tanks are coming round the block
Quid Pro Quo
How deep does it go?
Quid Pro Quo
Deeper than you’ll ever know
Turn the lights down low
It runs the show
Hand on heart, oh, oh
Eyes sewn closed
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9. |
Secular
01:26
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10. |
Unsentimental Observer
03:12
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Render unto me
Unsentimental observer you say I am
Render unto me
The stars dancing in time
With devils in my mind
The scarcity of affection
Left my heart pumping dry
But I don’t mind
No I don’t mind
Render unto me
Unsentimental observer
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11. |
Graduation Song
04:44
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The blood on the dance floor
Won’t disrupt your blissful state
The dweller on the threshold
Watches patiently and waits
Panic at the sweatshop
Advertisements in the air
Go forth and disappoint us
Chase the carrot up the stairs
They mock you when you smile
They mock you when you cry
Tell ya to be true to yourself
Then mock you if you try
Cooking up the numbers
Then they present you with a chart
Say it’s all your fault
Guilty from the start
Guilty from the start
One more night of rumination
The everlasting dial tone
It blends right in with the ambience
That old familiar drone
Tonight’s a nice night for murder
I’ll kill the cop inside my head
Then I can join you on the dance floor
Splashing in rivers of red
Why should I aim to please
From a hundred miles high
I’ll never live up to you
Because I won’t even try
Cooking up the numbers
Then they present you with a chart
Say it’s all your fault
Guilty from the start
Guilty from the start
Guilty from the start
Guilty from the start
Guilty from the start
Graduation day
Graduation day
Graduation day
Graduation day
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