1. |
Buddy Friend
05:12
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While inside the wiles of the water
Never bother to be powerful or in control
Matter over mind is the motto
You will beg to scream over and over
Matter over mind is the motto
You will beg to scream over and oh
Matter over mind is the motto
You will beg to scream over and oh
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2. |
Baby
03:06
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At a glance I might seem like I’m nobody
Why even try to learn my name
I’m a broken pixel on your TV screen
You see the picture all the same
Step out, step in, this is my body
It fits like a fucking glove
Here I am, this is my stage, my name
You Can Call Me
BABY
You tolerate my bullshit ‘cause it gets you paid
Mass produce a cheap facsimile
Just as you butcher up the hole for this square peg
Ha ha ha ha, too late
I am an Octagon
Step out, step in, this is my body
It fits like a fucking glove
Here I am, this is my stage, my name
You Can Call Me
BABY
Step out, step in, this is my body
It fits like a fucking glove
Here I am, this is my stage, my name
You Can Call Me
Step out, step in, this is my body
It fits like a fucking glove
Here I am, this is my stage, my name
You Can Call Me
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3. |
Banker's Dozen
06:43
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4. |
PIE
08:18
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I live in the forest
And I’m hungry for food
Mushrooms, nuts, and berries
They won’t make a good stew
Hello, little children
As you’re wandering through
Follow my trail of candy
'Cause I’m hungry for you
Set the oven
To 425
Bake you into
Pie
I live in the forest
And I’m hungry for food
First I ate your grandma
Now I’m waiting for you
Grandma’s bed is comfy
After my switcheroo
You brought me cakes and butter
I’ll be buttering you
You will tell me
What big teeth have I
I will eat you
Alive
But they’re better baked into pie
Pie!
But I'm a raw meat kind of guy
But you'll never know until you try the pie
If you’re in the forest
And you find a trail of candy
Better follow 'cause I’m hungry
Gonna eat you, little children
If you go to visit Grandma
And she looks a little hairy
Don’t you worry, it’s your Grandma
Gonna eat you, little children
Gonna eat you, little children
Gonna eat you, little children
Gonna eat you, little children
Gonna eat you, little children
Gonna eat you, little children
Gonna eat you, little children
Gonna eat you, little children
Gonna eat you, little children
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5. |
Potatoness
05:35
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Make things happen, be bold
I’ll do it when I’m told
I’ll do it when the pressure’s mounting
Keep on counting
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Never move from this spot
If you never move, they can never judge
They can never judge
“If you want this, it’s yours”
I hear it echo like a chorus
I hear it echo, “reach out, take it”
But all I manifest is couch potatoness
One, two, three, four, five, six
One, two, three, four, five, six
Never stop counting time
Never stop counting the ways you can wait ‘til tomorrow
Wait
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Never stop counting time
Never stop counting the ways you can wait ‘til tomorrow
Wait
So goodbye (goodbye)
Dream that I had (dream that I had)
Gone like the wind (the wind)
Straight through my hand
And tomorrow, what will I be
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6. |
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What if you woke up today
And in the mirror you only could
See yourself with an egg for your head
And a flower for your hair
You might be kinda worried
But you shouldn’t be
Because that’s every day for me
What if I soak up the stray condescending words
I only would
Be compelled to be my true self in the shower
Sing with me
At times, my mind is mortified that you can see
I’m not who I’m trying
To be
I’m not the imposter
You are
Staring from the mirror
You are
Tell me I’m a failure
You are
I’m not the imposter
You are
You are, you are, you are
You are
What if you woke up today
And in the mirror you only could
See yourself with an egg for your head
And a flower for your hair
You might be kinda worried
But you shouldn’t be
Because that’s every day
For me
I’m not the imposter
You are
Staring from the mirror
You are
Tell me I’m a failure
You are
I’m not the imposter
You are
I’m not the imposter
You are
I’m a ball of terror
You are
If they pick me, it’s an error
You are
I’m not the imposter
You are
I’m not the imposter
You are
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7. |
The Aura
01:23
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8. |
Migraine
03:45
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Wake up to a pounding
To a screaming
Child between your ears
He’s an asshole
But he’s yours
You can’t leave him
Pop another liver killer
Crawl back into the darkness of your room
But he’s in your bed, and he’s crying
You can’t leave him
It was all in the dream
Blame it on the dream`
Mother shot herself in the head in your dream
Maybe this is how she feels
There’s a bitty bullet stuck in your head
In your head
One itty bitty bullet and you’ll be dead
That’s what they said
But it’s a long long way from the head to the heart
Give it another day, you’re not dead
But you are
Living life as a vegetable
The mother, talk about her
Was only trying to bring her child to life
She’d love him
He’d be hers
She’d never leave him
She would love him when she saw him
One arm mangled
Did he have three eyes?
He was ugly
And her husband would kill her for this
It was all in the dream,
Blame it on the dream
Mother shot herself in the head for the dream
Twenty-five years, and still
There’s a bitty bullet stuck in her head
In her head
One itty bitty bullet and she’ll be dead
That’s what they said
But it’s a long long way from the head to the heart
She woke the following day and was rather alarmed
To be living life as a vegetable
He’s still screaming, baby
Even though he’s grown
“Mother I know you loved me
I’m not an ugly baby anymore”
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
Mother wake up
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9. |
Solemnly On What's Ahead
07:09
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Marked by the frame
Of a cold, unkempt shed
Shocked as she stares
Solemnly on what’s ahead
And the eyes
They tell you a story
While the lips
Stay silent as death
The eyes whisper
Brother, you should worry
Brother, you should worry
It’s not over yet
Sharpen your gaze
To reveal what is not there
Memory obeys
And believes your stare
And the eyes
They tell you a story
While the lips
Stay silent as death
The eyes whisper
Brother, you should worry
Brother, you should worry
Sharpen your gaze
Sharpen your gaze
Sharpen your gaze
Sharpen your gaze
And the eyes
They tell you a story
While the lips
Stay silent as death
The eyes whisper
Brother, you should worry
Brother, you should worry
Brother, you should worry
It’s not over yet
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