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Eat Your Ancestors
02:04
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places everyone, places everyone
it's been a long time coming on
they're at the edges of their seats
and this playwright needs an entourage
draw the curtains
cast the lights
wrap their heads
around a beautiful life
a stage set for a one-way street
roots spread over basalt hearts
the chromosomes are aligned
and the spindles are tearing us apart
we must divide
we must create
we mush leave behind nothing
but a script for our descendants to imitate
we have never been closer to the ground
collapse will pick up speed
like a murder of crows swooping low
talons outstretched, tongues wet
an agony put off another day
A vicious cycle immortalized
by the lack of a better plan
black, nothing but swarming black
where will you go when the spotlights dim out?
pull, nothing but push and pull
you'll burn out long before you make a difference
dance
make a scene
the show must go on
to please a dying breed
dance
pull the strings
dance
tangle the wires into lemniscates
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2. |
Biter
01:38
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somebody cut the cord
chaos is collective
we're fueling the fire
by sweeping up the floors
pushing cosmic dust under carpets
that line constellated corridors
we've been collared and muzzled
branded the property of preservation
you'd better listen to me
you better bite the hand that feeds
filed out one by one,
content with uncertainty
get up, yeller
you've got a long way to go
we cant put you down
until you've proven what you wont
bite the hand that feeds
and take an opposable thumb with you
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3. |
Closed System
02:26
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what the fuck did you think would happen?
were you expecting resolve?
did you honestly think
you'd have the means to move on?
oh, love of mine
where will you be
when probability reaps
the last diversion standing
calculate
plan ahead
figure something out
end the process while you can
look at the facts
correct me if i'm wrong
but the curve hits its peak
right before it falls off
oh, love of mine
where will you be
when walls of algorithm
rob infatuation of its speed
my beautiful place-holder
romanticized machine
it wont take much longer
before you, too will leave
zeros and ones
love and then grieve
cycle each decimal
rinse and repeat
end me
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4. |
I Don't Care
01:08
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what's left for me to take?
i've sucked the marrow from life
coughed up a dry husk
a hollow mountain to scale
and scream from the summit,
"i've never given anything before,
why should i give a shit?"
rinse the thrill of the hunt
off of trembling hands
let the virgin blood dry
into irresponsibility
when one door closes
lock them all up
to keep whatever heat
is left in
there are tears in the eyes of the king
only when his indifference
costs him his throne
I've settled in with the cold
leveled acres of forest
to sit in a castle of carelessness
there's a hole in the chest of the king
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Mudbeard New Jersey
Alex Schutz - Guitars/Vocals
Pablo Marti -
Guitars
Dan Roman -
Drums
Gregory Maniago -
Bass
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