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Baby is waiting outside in the cold
He'd be warm inside if he did what I told
We've been hunting for platinum, only finding gold
And the life of the raw deal is getting old
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Abstract and Cracked
02:30
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Abstract and cracked
Buried Secrets
And Old Lies
Living in one mass
Walking in lockstep
Buried Secrets
Wants its own life
Cause it means well
But can't do anything
Don't see 'em run
Don't see 'em go
Abstract and cracked
Don't see it all
They'll never know
Abstract and cracked
Old Lies bottled up a way of life
Old Lies' fears don't believe him
Old Lies won't let himself decide
If he's even there
Buried Secrets
And Old Lies
Fooling each other
Thinking they'll never crack
Don't see 'em run
Don't see 'em go
Abstract and cracked
Don't see it all
They'll never know
Abstract and cracked
Buried Secrets
And Old Lies
Pulling apart
From each other
Buried Secrets
Knows it's the time
Knows to bury
All of its old lies
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Room for One More
03:16
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We're pulled out of the hole alone in the world
The price always going up but never the worth
If every birth is a miracle, then so is the death
If every death is a tragedy, then so is the birth
You're not as good and pure as you were
Now aren't you ashamed, now aren't you ashamed
There's always room for one more crime
If every tragedy dies, then the miracle can rise
Only half of you is dead at any given time
Did you believe in life
Before we taught you not
To see yourself in shame
Did you believe in life
Before you taught yourself
You're lucky not to be the same
The daughter of evil is the mother of questions
The father of ego needed less time alone
The family tree is addicted to pesticides
Not what it needed for scrubbing the bone
You fall out of the hole alone in the world
It's why they make you sign on a dotted line
If it was solid how could you slip through the cracks
Only half of you is dead at any given time
Did you believe in life
Before we taught you not
To see yourself in shame
Did you believe in life
Before you taught yourself
You're lucky not to be the same
Room for one more, honey
Only half of you is dead at any given time
Room for one more
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4. |
Quaero
02:40
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The skeleton is waiting
Your body is a carrying bag
For a skeleton waiting
To be rotted out and freed
Left to die in the desert sun
His body fell and baked him dead
His skeleton tore through his skin
Stood up, moved on, and thought in its head
The skeleton is waiting
Your body is a carrying bag
For a skeleton waiting
To be rotted out and freed
The skeleton is just the first
Cemeteries once quiet and still
Rumble back to life again
The bones all sing as they walk up the hill
The first must meet them past the city
Its presence calls and reaches deep
The bones across the world can't wait
They tear on out as their host bodies sleep
The skeleton is waiting
Your body is a carrying bag
For a skeleton waiting
To be rotted out and freed
The bones are gathered on the hill
To hear the first of them proclaim
Life continues after death
But then the first sees, to its grief and shame
Its body has returned to it
A mass of sand inflating gore
Convulsive howls escape the void
His words send all the bones into uproar
The skeleton is waiting
Your body is a carrying bag
For a skeleton waiting
To be rotted out and freed
Only to be buried again
And dissolve into the earth
The bugs and bacteria
Are waiting for their birth
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Face Down Walls
02:56
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How do you face (How do you face)
How do you face (Face down walls)
Draggin backwards through the Summer
Body checking a helicopter
Now they're glad you're not a bother
Anymore (Anymore)
I lost something else
Losing balls again
Watch out for yourself
I'm losing balls again
Hope they find a good place to break and bury you
Rocks, dirt, miscellaneous extremities
Bet you're glad that you can't think now
Bet you're glad you can't remember how
Bet you feel like an O in hell
Why do I feel like an O in hell
I lost something else
Losing balls again
Watch out for yourself
I'm losing balls again
Why do I feel like an O in hell
Why do I feel like an O in hell (How do you face)
Do you remember how you met me
And the forest came into the city (Face down walls)
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The Mask is the Face
02:33
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Come out of our shell
Just open up
Pretend that we care
We're in a public place
We want us to share
What's under our mask
We don't understand
The mask is the face
We don't understand
The mask is the face
Don't laugh at our run
Don't balk at our hide
Sitting by ourselves
We loudly celibate
Parts there to delve
Once we know us well
Parts there to peel
But it's still our natural state
We don't understand
The mask is the face
We came out too fast
The thought tends to pass
We burned out the ground
We turned beach to glass
Ask us for once
It's not something wrong
Our breath is a smelling salt
Our voice twice as strong
The mask is the face
Give a chance a chance
Give giving ourself a chance a chance
Give a chance a chance
Give giving ourself a chance a chance
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Angel Lungs
03:15
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Can you come over
I haven't had a friend in two days
When you were over
My neighbor's house walked away
Angel lungs angel lungs
I was the last thing to go right for you
Can I have my closure
Don't put your hand in the way
Hand me back over
Promises you hoped not to stay
Angel lungs angel lungs
I was the last thing to go right for you
Hello get out
You burnt your mouth
You broke a bottle
Across the audience
Hello be a mankind of mystery boy
Thank me you're finally
Making more sense
At what age did we turn young
Two years and our worst fears had died
Once you are done taking my time
Hit the ceiling from the opposite side
Angel lungs angel lungs
I was the last thing to go right for you
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Misery is a Riot
06:30
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We are gathered around two holes
Filled by two halves
One that we barely met
One we wished we didn't know
It's not what I'd call a crowd
But an outpouring
And I can't help but notice
The types that bothered to show
To the left of me
A weeping, grafted family tree
The other side, there's nothing to see
Not that I don't know what their words would be
Misery is a riot
Misery is a riot
This deceitful mass
This clastic man's wasteband everlastic
His collar, less so
Perhaps it was all misread
When it rains here, it hurricanes
He called it a blessing
He wrongfully called for praise
He rightfully lost his head
To the left of me
The mourning hoping they will be free
The other side, they might disagree
Silent absence their one act of decency
Misery is a riot
Misery is a riot
He's determined
To reach the bottom
Of the river
Where his decayed father lies
He's determined
To reach the center
Of the universe
And let his fist leave a crater
Misery is a riot
Misery is a riot
We are gathered around one grave
To pay back what's owed
To thank those who won't behave
Its emptiness yet unknown
The head we've forgotten
A child kicked it down the road
The hole has been filled in
This clastic man is half the man his better half the bone
He's determined
To reach the bottom
Of all feeders
And be at his father's side
He's determined
To be the center
Of the universe
And let his fist leave a crater
The preacher saw the mountain
His faith moved the mountain
And it crushed all in its wake
The preacher saw the desert
The preacher lost in desert
The bones had all that they could take
The bones came to the city
The forest took the city
The rest were no longer bereft
You say two wrongs don't make right
We've gone so long without a right
Nothing of consequence is left
To the left of me
The forest came into the city
On the other side they feel they should flee
In their minds there is only one guarantee
Misery is a riot
Misery is a riot
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Single Moving Star
02:02
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Shuttle in the air
Here no single moving star
Fly out from the East
Here we head the other way
Do I know you
On the inside
Maybe I will
Do I know you
On the inside
Maybe I will
Stepping outside
Here the cold is all opaque
Can't see one thing
Here as darkness rolling in
Do I know you
On the inside
Maybe I will
Do I know you
On the inside
Maybe I will
Sleeping on a bench
Here we have no chance to rest
Holding nothing now
Here the outskirts are the same
Do I know you
On the inside
Maybe I will
Do I know you
On the inside
Maybe I will
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Neuropia
02:31
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At some point
We've probably all thought the same thing
Let's think about it now
Did you hear that
Car passing in sight
Clench your hand in time
Grind your teeth to the kick to the snare to the beat
Sounds like the thought of the skull of a skeleton
Being used as a stool
Someone out there thinks he's
Multiple gods at once
All these have to let me in
Let's kill 'em
All these have to let me in
Let's kill 'em
There was a thunderstorm the day you were born
And it missed you by a mile
Your house so often flooded
It moved on its own for several yards
Breath and heartbeat never aligned
Your legs stepped of their own meter
And now your favorite little sister
Can't move an inch
All these have to let me in
Let's kill 'em
All these have to let me in
Let's kill 'em
Clench your hand
Everytime a car passes by
Grind your teeth
To the kick to the snare to the beat
Most of the neighborhood
Sits alone in their cars
Staring forward perfectly still
Facing you parked on your lawn
While two doors over
Your neighbor sits with his front door open
Waiting for the ones he distrusts to take the bait
His first kill was only checking that he was okay
All these have to let me in
Let's kill 'em
All these have to let me in
Let's kill 'em
Clench your hand
Everytime a car passes by
Grind your teeth
To the kick to the snare to the beat
The father stands between
The daughter and the predator
A red-eyed girl with crystal hair
She said if I had my way
You'd be strung up high by these eyes
The daughter wouldn't doubt they'd make her fly
They all saw the sunset
Or maybe the world burst into flames
Did you hear that
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My Hyde
02:07
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My Hyde is not yet a murderer
Still working on his first victim
My Hyde is a talkative method killer
But won't tell me how he picked 'em
My Hyde uses my voice
My Hyde uses my eyes
My Hyde will take you out
With decades of his lies
A potion in my head brought him out
A potion in my hand made him louder
Cut off my Hyde
He's making way too much noise
He's taking up too much space
Whenever I hope the best
The best will soon efface
His knife is a tempting offer
And so is to change our place
My Hyde will shut them down
And leave with my disgrace
A potion in my head brought him out
A potion in my hand made him louder
Tear off my Hyde
My Hyde has a double agent
Working from the outside
Their innocent words pull him back out
No matter how hard I tried
They say I hold the power
They say I never try
They almost have a point
He'll go out with me when I die
A potion in my head brought him out
A potion in my hand made him louder
Rip off my Hyde
I said tear off my
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You'll Never be a Man
03:10
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Awful lot of people getting hung up on face
Looking at your own only makes you displace
True to life, stuck behind not a mask it's
Not a face, it's a wastebin, a casket
Everyone cares too much about detection
It's on their minds due to social insurrection
"Boys will be boys", an inappropriate direction
Say it again to call for physical correction
A life of putting up
With everyone who can
Look down on you and say
You'll never be a man
Their fetish, nobody yet will allow
Their fetish, what's in the video now
Their fetish, they never count as their kind
Their fetish, lies and says they don't mind
You have to put up with enough from your mind
Then some half-rotted motherfucker talking in kind
Gets the tell the whole world he will take you away
While you're running out of energy to live one more day
A life of putting up
With everyone who can
Look down on you and say
You'll never be a man
You put up with enough
From your own mind
Half-rotted
Tells the world your time is up
Their fetish, they never count as their kind
Their fetish, they'll only see online
Their fetish, burning the beach to glass
Their fetish, Waiting for all this pass
A life of putting up
With everyone who can
Look down on you and say
You'll never be a man
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Shut your fucking mouth
We've all had it with your
Hypocritic, paralytic,
Mythical principle shit
We just don't understand them
How could they break away
What's with these mindless actions
What's with these kids today
What's with us is we don't buy into the bullshit
Roles, sins, morals that you made us eat
We'd be so much more holy, hateful, cruel
If we only had the wives and the kids you beat
We're not the ones with the blood on our hands
We're the body count rising from the ones who say
We need to be taught principles hard
Well we always thought school would kill us anyway
Shut your fucking mouth
We've all had it with your
Hypocritic, paralytic,
Mythical principle shit
What we are's the tired generation
Tired of everything, tired everyday
Exhaustion has brought us all under
Exhaustion is how we convey
Tired of losing all that you ever had
Tired of you forgetting all that we'll ever know
Tired of losing everybody we love and
Tired of you letting all the worst of you go
I want to be drifted back
To someone else's teenage years
When the world finally went silent
When your braying burst my ears
How many more computer-sized closets
How many more innocents to blame
How many more to pile on the sidewalk
We're the tired generation, we're tired of your shame
So pretend to read your holy books
Make sure the real Jesus sobs
As you blame and gun down another brown man
For the rich white motherfucker losing your jobs
How could they break away
What's with these kids today
What's with us is we don't buy into the bullshit
We have our own principles, and they say
Shut your fucking mouth
We've all had it with your
Hypocritic, paralytic,
Mythical principle shit
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As Gods As Demons
05:13
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They're more alike than we think
They're more alike than we'd like
They see themselves
The gods were born with red right hands
So the demons stripped their skin
The demons whipped their tails about
So the gods grew whips akin
As gods as demons
We will do too
In gods in demons we see you
The gods called forth the rain and flood
The demons bathed and drank their fill
The demons drowned the weak
The gods pulled their bodies out
Both cackled and cracked their will
His fetid sack would spill its usual about
While back in his mind the thoughts repeated
Can you possibly think you're in the right
Do they ever get the feeling they're being cheated
Ever get the feeling you're being cheated
We see ourselves
Buried Secrets had a thought
Why it's so hard to tell apart
Those who claim to speak divine
And those who've long sold their heart
As gods as demons
We will do too
In gods in demons we see you
Ever get the feeling you're being cheated
We see ourselves
I can't breathe in here
I can't think in here
The skeleton is waiting
Old Lies had a thought
As his fetid sack began to tire
Old Lies' final thought
Last minute thought of a man on fire
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For Not 206
02:30
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I found a place
In a hole in the wall
I'm still not sure what I've found
I found the head
Of the preacher man in the lap
Of a boy with a thorn in his brain
The head spoke of miracles
And smelled of accidents
You put your faith and not your trust
In cloud-walking men, he said
The boy with the thorn in his brain
Let him roll out the hole
The boy turned around
Peered into a hole behind him
He said I'm still not sure what I've found
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Abbott is Death Process
08:19
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Don't be afraid
Don't fear the new song
Don't be afraid
Don't fear the new song
Step back from ourselves
Let someone else move on
Our blind world's too small
A wider world's strong
Hear these new colors
Words we can't speak
Help them grow stronger
Doesn't make us weak
Don't be afraid
Don't fear the new song
Don't be afraid
Don't fear the new song
The first one to say
That love is blind
Said it with face in hands
And a heavy sigh
Despair is golden, blue-eyed
Love is shriveled and bald
Despair is welcomed in
When it was love you called
Don't be afraid
Don't fear the new song
Don't be afraid
Don't fear the new song
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Nothing else on mind but
To play back the aftermath
Of choosing a road to riot
Driving down a sociopath
Now you can't think in here
Now you can't breathe in here
Abusive father inferior
They begged for the knell
Made them dream of a next life
By making this one hell
The hot air dries it all
The ground gives way
Though we see the body fall
Only the flesh will stay
Red, red
White, white
Red, red
White, white
This is all that goes through your head
When you're slowly burning to death
As the sun descends
So too the sandy eyes
His angel lungs gave out
His Hyde would agonize
I knew you were no man
No room for one more crime
His Hyde was shut down as
Another voice began to climb
I
I've had to wait
In this fetid sack
'Til I could liberate
All my buried secrets
From your old lies
And then a violent tear
Threw viscera to the skies
The skeleton
Stood upright
At last the true self
Presented in starlight
Red, red
White, white
Red, red
White, white
This is all that goes through your head
When you're slowly burning to death
Red, red
White, white
Red, red
White, white
This is all that goes through your head
When you're slowly burning to death
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ThornBrain Sacramento, California
Music and experiments by Mikaela Thorn. Punk-inspired, experimental, electric, electronic, trans and queer as hell.
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