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The Last Day of July
04:54
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fuck.
You call me a heartless little cunt. do i gotta rip it out to prove you wrong?
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Flight of the Bitch
03:52
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sometimes i cant but feel like a shoddy brahman doing twirls on the catwalk and i know you like what you see, cant figure it out, but the stress of psychedelic trauma, yama pressed the soma juice and all the fairer maidens disrobed for the shaman. dionycida, drinks to shake us out of living. sometimes to the beat of a conundrum, the seven sons of abraham will raise the gallows for a guileless mere and i've heard the choirs of angels screaming hate, we wear their feathers for headdress and dance around like the gorgeous.
we fail and learn to walk the lands, like the crab in the sands with the rubber bands and all.
tramp tramp trample my heart
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Environment Song
04:42
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now i'm a proud supporter of a newer generations unclouded stream of revelation, but im no custodian to rectify the damage you've done.
they warned 'in due time', but you turned a blind eye, now the tides on the rise and youre forced to find the brighter side of knowing that your boys wont survive.
yeah the odds have turned grim with the ice melting thin, as if the suns coming nearer and the crown of thorns the only form of luxury that doesnt feel queer.
it seems amiss to run the risk and die to save a nation for underwater exploration. you thought that blood was spilled when our world was at large?
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Orikuula Brew
05:44
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Lies. nevermind the windchimes, those you think are friends; just get high.
say what you want its all but milk and honey, its icing over solid oak...
Child, youve got the voice within you, im saying the world is yours dont be shy, a gift is just a burden if ribbons weight it down.
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1968 Subway Crash
04:46
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da nene na ne
da nene na ne
da nene na neeeee
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Synapse
05:59
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Burn yer bridges, you wont drown. theres sharks swimmin all around. unclench yer fingers rest yer soul, if not the fire then the fish will eat you whole.
talkin shit on sullied grounds, wear it proud yer zephyr crown. but its heavy metal its dead weight, and now the shit you shat has risen past the mouth you praise.
...imagine if yer lil humbird nestled with me, i'd put her feathers in a-rustle and a-bustle my tree..
but therell always be rubber between her and i.
dodgin pidgeons as they dive, ive learned how to stay alive i tell ya, shes young but shes yours and she'd tell me on all fours, how you took'er for that push you need.
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