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Burn Eton, Burn
05:35
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Will you find my letters when I am dead and gone from this scorched earth,
This sort of thing you learn from books and folks around the campfire,
A state of shock that you would choose this life over and over,
Do you think those rich kids care about if you’ll survive the winter?
And all the voices in our heads speak in tongues and at once,
The pressure’s on your open wound but still it makes no difference to them.
I see times will change but it’s never fast enough for those who need it,
Perhaps take a good look inside and see what will change your mind?
And all the voices in our heads speak in tongues and at once,
The pressure’s on your open wound but still it makes no difference to them.
I’ll say goodbye (I’ll say goodbye),
Please bury me (please bury me next to) next to Falco,
Convenient in being next, next to Supermax.
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R.S.V.P.
04:59
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Captured by the spirit of night,
With all the glitter, the glamour and all those bright lights,
You think you’re living in reality but your brain is so messed up can’t see the forest for the trees,
I’m really trying not to be so judgemental,
I was once like you so please don’t think it incidental,
I’ve walked this path before and seen where it ends,
You’ll learn these people are not your friends,
Sure yeah it was fun for a while,
But who picks up the phone when you dial?
I know it’s tricky when you’ve someone to be,
So grab your invite and R.S.V.P.
We’ve all collectively lost hours of our lives,
In pursuit of something that we cannot define,
In hopes that this is close to what happens after we die.
Everybody’s looking at you,
It must be nice to be desirable and cute,
Those guys are idiots they’re shallow and they're vain,
We all use the darkness to help mask the pain,
I know it’s curious to watch the animals dance,
If you understand that this is fantasy,
Come get your invite and R.S.V.P.
We’ve all collectively lost hours of our lives,
In pursuit of something that we cannot define,
In hopes that this is close to what happens after we die.
Alright!
Tick all the boxes,
The scene is toxic,
Just form a line now,
Chop chop,
Ooh cocaine now in my brain now!
We like to dream we are vampires and this will be our killing fields,
And meanwhile everybody’s out of their mind we will bleed the city dry,
Quit pretending you’re on our side when we all know the story’s different,
Your ability to self police is embarrassing.
You say it’s easy to just criticise from the outside looking in,
But this world was my life for so long I don’t know where reality starts and fiction begins,
Now I can’t believe what they say (can’t believe it),
I got the benefit of hindsight you see (you see),
Come get your invite and R.S.V.P.
We’ve all collectively lost hours of our lives,
In pursuit of something that we cannot define,
In hopes that this is close to what happens after we die.
(It’s a dream)
We’ve all collectively lost hours of our lives,
In pursuit of something that we cannot define,
In hopes that this is close to what happens after we die.
(Lynch’s dream)
We’ve all collectively lost hours of our lives,
In pursuit of something that we cannot define,
In hopes that this is close to what happens after we die.
(It’s all magic)
We’ve all collectively lost hours of our lives,
In pursuit of something that we cannot define,
And everybody’s happiest when we’re losing our minds.
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Quicksand
05:39
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Tired of the headstrong and their lack of direction that you’re starting to question what they’re talking about,
Anger is rising, there ain’t no compromising and a sheltered existence got the whole world in doubt,
How can you explain yourself when you can’t even explain their words?
Is the damage good and done?
Ain’t it everybody’s moon and sun?
Plastic demands upon the people,
We absorb all the data while we are calculating the score,
How can we trust in all the things they are saying when we can’t even tell now what is real anymore?
Do you really believe their control or could it be that you lost yours?
You see nothing except their grip, truth is no one is steering the ship.
Are you building a bunker now for the final judgement?
Did you stock up on bibles 'cause the man told you so?
They got you praying and then they got you paying and the phone lines are open and you just can’t say no,
Who’s gonna protect your kids from the jaws of the reptilians?
Scream until your larynx hurts,
Now tell me to do my own research.
Out of the quicksand and then into the fire,
They get their kicks from when they call me a liar.
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My Name Is Priest
04:24
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Pass the note to your boyfriend,
Tell him that he’s dead,
All of this is punishment,
For all the things he did.
All his messages,
Read something like:
The pain never goes away it only fades,
The pain never goes away it only fades,
And trauma is never something we’ll escape,
The pain never goes away it only fades,
It only fades over time.
Now we’re digging your grave,
Preparing for the feast,
Liberate through circumstance,
They will call me Priest.
Now how can we learn,
To conceal our guilt,
Heaven’s open arms await.
The pain never goes away it only fades,
The pain never goes away it only fades,
And trauma is never something we’ll escape,
The pain never goes away it only fades,
It only fades,
It only fades over time.
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‘Cause you got your first job at sixteen,
And the property ladder seemed just like a dream,
You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t be seen as another freak for the needle and out on the streets,
But the system was not designed for someone like you,
And the politics on display were nothing new,
And a lifetime of hustling and life without shame has left you a shell of pent up trauma and rage and pain.
It happened so slowly that you didn’t realise that the nightlife had come to eat you alive,
Friday night and propping up the bar again,
Your disposable income gives an ear to lend,
And sometimes you’re wise beyond your years,
And sometimes you bore your own self to tears,
No one can say you didn’t deserve it all,
But what is the word that comes before a fall?
We’re suffering while everything’s falling apart,
And it’s falling apart because we grew up too fast,
And now our lives of petty thrills and pride won’t pay our bills.
Did you dream of being a great big star on TV,
Did you put away childish things to be a mindless drone?
A go-getter?
A cog in the machine?
What could be better?
The sort of person they write songs about,
Well you got your wish in case you were in doubt,
It’s not too late,
You can turn it around,
I bet you’re envying the junkies now.
We’re suffering while everything’s falling apart,
And it’s falling apart because we grew up too fast,
And now our lives of petty thrills and pride won’t pay our bills.
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Strangers
04:30
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Lost in Venetian streets,
Is this what it takes to reignite fires we once had?
A man dressed all in white,
He tells us of his sister’s cruel games,
His father’s anger.
From the day that we first met we listened carefully,
We’d never have suspected the dangers,
In photographs,
In an unknown language,
What do they mean by comfort of strangers?
His wife she watched us sleep,
They took our clothes it seemed odd but harmless,
Attacks when we’re alone from out of nowhere,
She holds me close and whispers to help her.
Obsession and desire,
More deadly intertwined,
He smiles and pours the wine,
A fetish for the knives that he carries.
The blood is rushing forth,
All I can think of was that he told the boys we were lovers,
The palace is empty,
They seem so happy,
To take my life so quick and effortlessly.
From the day that we first met we listened carefully,
We’d never have suspected the dangers,
In photographs,
In an unknown language,
What do they mean by comfort of strangers?
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They wish they could be the gloved hand across my mouth,
I scream in silence just like you,
I’m convinced everyone is struggling with doubt,
It’s such a shame that we can’t share it.
You’re all alone,
And that’s ok,
Everybody dies alone they say.
Thank you for being here and listening to these complaints I question if are valid,
It’s really fine if you’re not missing me at all,
I really feel I don’t deserve it.
Now pick up yourself,
It’s easy,
To fake that you have your bearings,
Don’t worry if the mask is slipping,
They won’t even notice the one you’re wearing.
Now pick up yourself,
It’s easy,
To fake that you have your bearings,
Don’t worry if the mask is slipping,
They won’t even notice the one you’re wearing now.
You’re all alone
And that’s ok,
Everybody dies alone they say.
You’re all alone
And that’s ok,
Everybody dies alone they say.
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8. |
Distress
04:55
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In the scene you will run after me,
And the rain would begin along with your plea,
And you’d beg me to stay,
That you can change,
And when the scene ends it all feels so strange.
Did we learn,
Did we learn,
Did we learn how to be differently?
Did we learn,
Did we learn,
Did we learn how to be differently?
And now all the words come easily,
Our director smiles in relief,
He can justify how much he made that day from our tears,
It’s not real,
Nothing’s real anymore for me.
Did we learn,
Did we learn,
Did we learn how to be differently?
Did we learn,
Did we learn,
Did we learn how to be differently?
Can you spare me the lies that you confess?
Can you explain my distress?
And when you read yourself in a book,
And when you see the life you mistook,
It’s a distasteful thing I’m sure you’ll agree,
To be someone’s fantasy.
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