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| 3:50 | 
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Blue eyed eugenics
They play the pictures Spilled out on pages Red sheets in Angeles From the lots the direction Tin nippled cafe intellect The various levels in thievery Your concentration fills misery She was reaching for an hour The plastic Preserved the body Pulled the marks over Waiting The trail of ants Was made for TV Played out a living Bit parts in Angeles Add some more scorn observation Armed like a battery Pointing for an hour The Prozac Lengthened the body Pulled the marks over Waiting Blue eyed eugenics They paint the pictures Pissed out on pages White sheets in Angeles Parked over your direction Fatherly deposits insert here So many notes to the story Your concentration on misery The guiltless Indulge the hour The perfumed Drink those of power Pulling the marks over Waiting |
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| 3:31 |
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People, white is white
? black is clover Together we'll be When the war is over You see the black-skinned blue-eyed boys They ain't gonna fight no wars School is cruel All the teachers beat ya When they see That they can't reach ya You see the black-skinned blue-eyed boys They ain't gonna fight no wars They ain't got no country They ain't got no creed People won't be black or white The world will be half-breed The world will be half-breed The world will be half-breed You see the black-skinned blue-eyed boys They ain't gonna fight no wars It's a brand new day With brand new people In one big world We're just one people You see the black-skinned blue-eyed boys They ain't gonna fight no wars You see the black-skinned blue-eyed boys They ain't gonna fight no wars Baby, you know that we hate fighting... |
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| 3. |
| 5:12 |
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A juggler
Breathes this hour Knows the wire of indecision With each passing conversation When the juggler Moved in neon In the aftermath Weighted all the lines Tried to take them back In the aftermath Through the juggler See a pattern Reason passing From eye to hand With each passing conversation Note the wire of indecision In the aftermath Weighted all the lives Tried to take them back In the aftermath Option roles and minds The catalyst reacts In the aftermath The juggler Breathes each hour Toes the wire of indecision |
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| 4. |
| 3:51 |
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Singed memory
That you're paging through Born between the light and dark They long to take you Save you There's a stain In the light Draw your own conclusion Hinged memory That I've taken to Pulled to this side of dark Aiming to take you Break you There's a stain In the light Draw your own illusion There's a stain In the light Singed memory The one you're paging through Torn between the light and dark They long to take you Make you |
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| 5. |
| 4:03 | 
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| 6. |
| 5:34 |
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Another hour burned
It seems to take away The screen charm forwarding Just to scale the weight One speaks in terms of blue The other in nylon The black framed degree of moves Drawn an option Testing the drive Start splitting lives Inviting the rain Opening the play Mind takes an old train Just to see again Just to breathe again The clippings are spread Red littered 'round All pages bent and faded Glass gilded crown Through a fluid speech Learning seems unto each The actions complete The rationale will bleed Pulsed and waiting In a chair watching An open invitation Closed to suggestion |
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| 7. |
| 4:25 |
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He has another gun
Armed and wrong He makes his way She tries to shield him from Right or wrong She made them wait Breathe into rain The inside mark like a timing gun Into rain The inside mark like a timing gun Point another gun They open to ending you Fused up all the lines Turned around and made them wait Breathing rain The inside mark like a timing gun He has another gun Right or wrong They look away She tries to take things from Empty rounds and look away She has another gun Armed and wrong He makes his way She tries to shield him from Right or wrong She made them wait Made them wait |
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| 8. |
| 5:27 |
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| 9. |
| 4:26 |
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The sameness of ends
A city of endings Catharos Develop aversions In the mindframe What do you want from me? They set the tones With gaming devices These are the sweepings Of speaking in circles In the mindframe What do you want from me? The future in screens The pool closely encircled The role will play Painting by omission Staring at ends Use as directed The reason pencil With dull precision In the mindframe The mindframe What do you want from me? |
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| 10. |
| 5:17 |
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Above the crowd
Behind the panes of glass Seen the dreams the plans In pencil mark Perfection sought A mindfeed like religion Its scent has passed Within each spindle cut Beyond the crowd Behind the panes of glass Beyond the crowd Breathe in the farce of glass A scene will play Step back unreal each act Beyond the crowd Behind the panes of glass Perfection sought A mindfeed like religion Its scent has passed within See the crowd Imaginary thread Beyond the crowd Behind the panes of glass Perfection sought A mindfeed like religion Its scent has passed within |
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| 11. |
| 4:02 |
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In the waiting room
Climbed the length Of the wall Scene the other end The system turned red Control room fitting With pieces missing Cuffed in time Carving pushing Pieces missing In the faces passing Keyed an answer In the faces changing Where's your answer? In the other room The cards will play Are there any words To define go away? Control room fitting With pieces missing Cuffed each time Carving pushing Pieces missing In the faces passing Keyed an answer And the face is changing Where's your answer? Pieces missing Cuffed each time Carving pushing Pieces missing In the faces passing Keyed an answer As the face is changing Where's your answer? Your answer? Your answer? |
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| 12. |
| 2:03 |
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