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Mercy Works
01:10
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In a half century, I'm in the obituaries
Crumpled up, saved by hoarders
Memories are for the mourners
Modern prosperity, let go of clarity
Let in barbarity, death in solidarity
Swell conditions, cancel my subscription
Cancel my service, it serves no purpose
Elvis is king because he's evil, he's miserable
A cruciform structure of a man that we love.
It's a kind of commotion hanging onto every notion
A part of distraction where no one can take any action
But am I the perversions in your mind
There's a running joke and I'm at the end of it.
Cut the text, brush off ambition
Hip association, aureate emission
You can call me Al, allocator, agitator,
instigator or something like that
You see no colour but you exploit a culture
A conniving vulture, inflicting torture
Elvis is king because he's evil, he's miserable
A cruciform structure of a man that we love.
T-R-O-U-B-L-E that spells it
T-R-O-U-B-L-E here it comes now.
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Lingua Franca
03:49
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The banquet of mopes
Sing praises of how you are
Double the dues that I owe
And I’ll buy the next round
I feel your cut touch my nerves
But you’re falling apart from what I’ve heard
Bereft of any desire
I’d rather a hunter, sleep or starve
Your charity is so ungrateful
The pain won’t break the day
Sharpen all your instincts
That make me feel that way
Under the cold tap of facts
Equal them up to the day I’ve had
You say I gotta relax
It’s that simple, I’m that simple
The throes of my wits
A love that’s drunk, that’s half-lit
An insult worse than scars
I’d rather a hunter, sleep or starve
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What's That Good For
03:33
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Sirens swag on the deep
“It’s not me” you retort
Protecting no one while they kill
For their own killing sport
Stones of law, bricks of mercy
Punishment without mother wit
Arrogance without reason and fustian flaws
Quit pretending like you give a shit
A jape on Fox
Lauds the cops
While liberty repents and people resent
A nation under God, a nation that brushes off
Any truth or reason, morality for treason
You got no facts, than don’t attack
It’s not time to get sore
You complain about what you adore
What’s that good for
Pillow of ethereal, spot the imperial
They want you to be depraved
Transcribe the media if you can stand tedium
The fear of a crimewave
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Primeval
04:10
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I nailed my palms to your front steps
I’ve got the cavities to prove it
Would you call me Jesus?
I am reeked in forgiveness
Mercy works when you want it
It bears richer fruits than justice
But a history of agony
makes strange fruit taste acetous
Mask guilt in reparation, no need for explanation
For a lack of consultation or domestic inflation
Knowing how useful, it is to be useful
Knowing how useful, it is to be useless
Primeval
When I read our epitaph it’ll read how we cower
Our delusions spit on rainbows and leaves them broken flowers
Next to urban grottos tower 300ft condos
They’ll pull it from escrow and build it in Toronto
Primeval
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Colour of the Outside
05:19
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I stand in a column
I’ve found the face of one
They’re apart of these
Bad ones after me
Timeless god-fearing mercies
Is there still room for me?
I’m not one of the wise ones
I am a shape lost in the patchwork
Colour of the outside
Lawless by the springtime
Lay down your mountain son
We all live in death’s house
Trying to find our way out
No one knows where they’re from
The sun
Malicious by every measure
Instinct turns to vapor
Periphery becomes red
Humanity thins and tapers
Clatter spews from broadcast
Coverage dies as days pass
A channel for pleasure
There is a place and they’re waiting for you
I see the world breakdown
Lost in the static, blowin’
They want you to be defined
Come in the lines from the outside
I hear the radar squealing
Like I forgot the feeling
A message that they’re steering
One that I’m not hearing
Colour of the outside
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Chicane, OH
03:54
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Fear of an afterlife built on pride
The fault of a working man will face the right
But when you’re on my mind
A mind of glass is like a vase that sat under a cross for days
Growing your ivy and dying by the spring
Teach them to love the ones who they deny
A life that is showered in a different light
But when you’re on my mind
A mind of glass is like a vase that sat under a cross for days
Growing your ivy and dying by the spring
Standing on the shoulders
Of a body separate from morals
Make pennies or gold while the towers grow
Higher than you
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Idle in eden, wait for heaven
Look for a hope to drag me around
Call to the wonder, a slightest chance
A small vex to pull me down
I stared at "Moses and the Burning Bush"
I saw my peril in a strange light
Stumble into thought, let years pass by
Feel sorry for myself through the clarity of hindsight
The wires of my fear swim through waves in the air
Catch the spurts of a stare that I keep by my side
Spectre of pride, a vindictive stride
A vengeful valor born out of a cryptic mind
I could follow the day like a dark cloud
But your love keeps me a dry land
The company you keep will betray you
Because your devotion sells for nothing
And if the company you keep is just yourself
Than you will sell yourself for nothing
Just to be seen by anyone else
Flesh obscures beauty, like a strange light
Charm and travail, it digs a hole in my mind
Filled with insects and dead day sunsets
God’s love is a drunk love but yours is one to hide
The chiming sound of triumph and pain
Sister of mercy cut her wrists on the summer lawns
And the blood moon ticks like a shotgun shell
Or a copper wish falling down a wishing well
Just to be heard by anyone else
I stared at "Moses and the Burning Bush"
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Split separation dragged over a union of lust
Panels of thoughts peel, the base of my being rusts
Vaults of my values are filled with only my half-truths
My finest virtues are the things I present to you
I’m just sitting still, dozing on the edge of your hill
I’ve got time to kill, the last rest is a slow moon rising
Half of you is half of me
There is a sense of tact to keep polarity
Two thoughts in the crosswires of calamity
Folding on the science of dichotomies
Split myself in two and give the other half to you
Look into the corners of sorrow to find something new
Your intellect feels like velvet, my soul feels like stone
Hollow out my spirit, douse my ego, bury my hope
Spring into your sight, hold my flaws over half-light
Colour my pitfalls white, the last rest is a slow moon rising
The corral of my conscience, the partition of my principles
Slips away into antipathy and now I’m miserable
It clatters out of a world that was once apart of me
And it turns loose into the wind
A body lifeless, when eyes become stale
Mother mercy screams to the sky
Love will prevail
It shakes me to my knees, shapes the dichotomies
Ruthless or tender, my love that I send her
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Glories
05:19
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The flag was left at half-mast today
A make-weight for those wanting to say
We’re thinking of your glories
Calendar years that you counted on
Like faces in a parade are gone
We’re thinking of your glories
I’m not getting older
I didn’t think you called to erase
My dolor has no colour
I don’t worry it always the same
When I look to you
Nothing’s changed
Our generation is weak
But not today
We’re thinking about all of your glories
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Faded Sound
04:32
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I’ve celebrated all the courage I have found
Now one year later it is just a faded sound
This punishment is like a torture of my own
Self worth and disregard for others I have known
But when they pick you up they’re tired
Become a shell become a coward
I’m not these thoughts that flood my mind
Wrung out, dried up and unkind
Well damn your vision forget your truth
Force out the problems of my youth
But when they pick you up they’re tired
Cut off the shell and foster power
I’m not these thoughts that flood my mind
Wrung out, dried up and unkind
But I, will open up this world and come alive
And I, I will come alive.
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