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Mother master, some things must be
Plastic master, this is for free You give off a dark Seems larger than life Violet eyes Plastic master, smoke drifts form a rose Timber empire, able to explode Cut open the box Out rushes the night Violet eyes Plastic baby, rope drifts through open holes Robot Kingdom, fables will explode Cut open the box Out rushes the night Violet eyes |
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We got road, we got time, so we're out of here
We got rows, we got rows as far as we see In the dust we can see your catastrophe Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun Sparks fly from their eyes Birds fly from their mouths Echoing off this procession is a sound Never to be found With a tip of the hat we would exit here Off you go with a pie on your face Down the road we can see the electric chair Who'll be first? I don't know, it's a race With a drop of the fly we should exit here Off you go with the crumbs on your face One-eyes clown in the road with electric hair At his best he's a total disgrace |
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We don't exist
We eat our time We don't resist It's not alright What I want out of this What I need out of this Cayenne We don't exist Night after night We fall apart It's quite alright |
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The horizon breaks to pieces
And the mainline is the twilight And the giant net has a perfect window Passage through has the ticket screaming I want a mind I'll tell you what I find No severed goddess hand No plaster in my eye No picture of a lamb No goddess hand have I I'm a picture of a goddess Of a planet in the window Through a tiny hole in the giant curtain I have watched as it stood undressing I want more more eyes I wanna see more lies In the silence of the neurons Where the pathway has been printed There's a gleaming hope for an understanding Timing's gone and there's been no planning Two heads, one dream Two-thirds a crowd it seems |
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Praise the sight
Someone dropped a ball on me Damn the wind Giving life to sails Human sin Couldn't stir a fire in me Damn the night As the powders fail And one beam of light is falling From a single crazy eye And it sweeps the inside sky From east to right Flaming heart, burning out Pray tonight Someone burns a name on me Damn the sight Painted on my eyes Back to life Passing through the wall to me Feel the fire Violet, black, and white Late tonight Someone pinned a tail on me Later on Someone robbed me blind Took my life Took my box of chicken teeth Take the blame Trusted enemy |
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You got wings on your fingers
In the middle of a battle Is a little of the way you talk And you shine You got cobwebs on your halo In the closet there are skeletons Lined up ready to talk And they shine Fade into what Made into hours And pulled into lines You got a ring around your finger And a heart in the bottle That never really learned to talk And they shine You got brickbats on your beltway In the middle is a puzzle With the pieces that have turned to slop And they shine |
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Every thought's a game
A pack of chimps I cannot tame You're wondering who to blame Now your ride has come up lame Fortress full of hate Fears and hopes all pound the gate To early, it's too late What is evil, which is great? Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs And thoughts are made of Lincoln Logs To tend to the mice and wood Where black is blue and bad is good Thoughts that I keep my money in Melt some wax and chunks of tin Forget your name, how to walk and ignore The light shining in from under the door Thoughts like a thread through a foam device Liquid bread and rubber ice Make a promise, grow teeth, go to bed Wake up when you're dead Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs And thoughts are made of Lincoln Logs To tend to the mice and wood Where black is blue and bad is good Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs And thoughts are made of Lincoln Logs To tend to the mice and wood Where black is blue and bad is good Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs And thoughts are made of Lincoln Logs To tend to the mice and wood Where black is blue and bad is good |
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Shadowed is the game
Rodent be thy claim Any open door Leads to instant things Make me go away Take me to a place Do some things to me Make me go away Ancient things design Make me go away Over is the game Captured have you been Twisted was part two Ageless is the end Things we must not do Must not walk through walls Also also don't Do some things we did Is this thing an oak? What kind of a tree This here must be swept Must do instant things The smell of blue perfume Present in design I've a need to talk Let us speak of things Nothing do I know But loudly do I ring Also also don't Do some things we did Make me go away |
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Last hand I shook was a boat that floated on its back all day
In the middle of a song about trees that are scared of the dark Wait until you're gone to steal some thoughts from offa the shelf To trade for hats with holes that let the night shine through Exchange our fears for little glass holes And broken dreams of bent-backed trolls Who'll tend the trees and what's in between The sky above is aglow with evil love The boat sank offshore in a birdbath dreamt by a broken wheel Left by the side of the road right where night slipped and fell And if I ever had they couldn't tell; if we were they didn't know She might but if he did they can't, you must, I won't Turn our tears to little black holes To light the way for three blind moles Who'll tend the trees and what's in between The sky above is aglow with evil love |
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Coming down from the mountain
I have seen the high and mighty I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down Coming down from the mountain I have seen the lofty glory I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down I have seen the information On the lighter side of dumbness I have heard the new statistics And the stomping on the ground Picking slowly up the rockslide One thing always seems apparent If the climb becomes too much I can always turn around Waking up from my slumber To misunderstand another Though they call it terra firma It dissolves beneath my feet Looking through a pile of garbage For some worthless piece of paper That's been hidden there for me To give meaning to my day I have seen the information On the lighter side of dumbness I have heard the new statistics And the stomping on the ground Picking slowly up the rockslide One thing always seems apparent If the climb becomes too much I can always turn around Going down to the desert To the dirty filthy desert I'll be crawling through the sand For at least a couple days Going down to the desert Ther are things there worth avoiding And it always makes me cross When those things get in my way. I have seen the information On the lighter side of dumbness I have heard the new statistics And the stomping on the ground Picking slowly up the rockslide One thing always seems apparent If the climb becomes too much I can always turn around Coming down from the mountain I have seen the high and mighty I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down Coming down from the mountain I have seen the lofty glory I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down Coming down from the mountain I have seen the high and mighty I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down Coming down from the mountain I have seen the lofty glory I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down |
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