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Beggar's Canyon
04:19
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We're all stuck
In an endless spiral
Downward, with no way out
We all know
That it only stops when
We hit the ground
Turns out life just ain't all that appealing
Jesus Christ, so just stop me from feeling
We're all stuck
As enlisted soldiers
Fighting another's war
All we want
Is a curtain call
But the crowd can only call encore
Turns out we're just cattle in a slaughter
The blade grows sharper and the sun just beats down hotter
We're all worms drowning in a puddle
We're all worms crawling on for water
Throats bleed, screaming empty hymns and psalms
Searching for answers to questions we forgot
Clinging, clinging to humanity, reality
In the end finding empty palms
We're all fucked
We're all fucked
And it looks like we're all fucked
No one knows
No one knows
That's what gets me, no one knows
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The blacks and whites just fade to grays
We've got concrete walls for days
Plastic spoons and paper plates
For caviar and fish fillets
Satan works and Jesus plays
The Burnouts and the Fadeaways
Snow, stones, and needle holes
For happy lives and mortal souls
So it goes, so it goes
The Riseaboves, the Downbelows
So it goes, so it stays
The Burnouts and the Fadeaways
Swatting all of these flies
Scratching a hole in my throat
Cutting lines with a razor blade
Flat line, and that's all she wrote
The blacks and whites just fade to greys
We got concrete walls for days
Satan works and Jesus plays
The Burnouts and the Fadeaways
Blacks and whites just fade to greys
We got concrete walls for days
We'll never know
They'll fade away
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We've got helmets on our heads
Cleated boots upon our feet
Every sheriff is chewing wheat grass
Every deputy is packing heat
We've got tanks, bazookas, agent orange
Ain't going down without a fight
God bless the USA
And our second amendment rights
We're gonna stop a burglary at the Little Caesar's
Yeah yeah yeah
We're gonna stop a burglary at the Little Caesar's
Yeah yeah yeah
All the girls will think I'm a man
Whoop ass, hell yes, we've got a can
Gonna open it up on a couple of kids
From the Sudan
Terrorism is an ever-present, ever-changing threat
Have we got M-16s? Yep, you bet.
Got a Desert Eagle, and I got a can of mace
When you've got a little dick, you've gotta fill the crotch space
Hope there's some foreigners out tonight
County police ain't going down without a fight
God bless the USA
And our second amendment rights
We're gonna stop a burglary at the Little Caesar's
Yeah yeah yeah
We're gonna stop a burglary at the Little Caesar's
Yeah yeah yeah
All the girls will think I'm a man
Whoop ass, hell yes, we've got a can
Gonna open it up on a couple of kids
From the Sudan
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Trees
05:46
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Open sky above, beyond, around
Gravity only brings her down
She's growing taller, growing older
Life is shorter, this world is smaller
Trees are falling down again
Everything's just the same again
And she's too old to play pretend
When trees are falling down again
An inadequate father, brother, son
He wakes and knows and he's just like everyone
He's growing wiser, growing silver hair
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Trees are falling down again
Everything's just the same again
These tattered jeans are too old to mend
When trees are falling down again
Trees are falling down again
Everything's the same again
Everything's the same again
Everything's the same again
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Nimbus Break
02:20
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Colourblind
05:47
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Talking to myself
In monotone
Well aware the air's gotten so cold
All on its own
Acetone runs in my mind
I wake up colorblind
Slowly walking home
In streets of monochrome
Thinking paradise is somewhere
And it feels so good
Dream in sepia every day
Cut open blue veins and bleed gray
Talking to myself in monotone
I wake up alone
Every shade left undefined
Every canvas torn apart
Acetone floods in my mind
I wake up colorblind
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