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New Lungs
03:16
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Convincing others of what we do not believe ourselves
We're sucking on sugar until our teeth fall out
Wading through filth that spills from silver tongues
And trickles down the back of my iron lung
The madness moves so slow
I wrap my bones in brand new clothes
Its telekinetic, its evolution
Come out of the static
And sing new lines with new lungs
Come out from behind the image
I have nothing in common with the men who run my mind
We eat stone soup and then beg for more
Won't get off the stage and then play an encore
That no one ever asked for
A long, lonely last call
The madness moves so slow
I wrap my bones in brand new clothes
Its telekinetic, its evolution
Come out of the static
And sing with new lungs
(inspired, in part, by the poetry of Diane Di Prima)
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2. |
The N'tal
01:51
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Parasites want my body
I don't want my shadow
The hive-mind is holy
They're digging for the dirty gold inside of me
Hunting for the filament on which to feed
Dig it up and let it bleed
Like a bleeding Jesus, bleeding dry
A gaping wound at the bottom of a well where
They're digging for the dirty gold inside of me
Too fast, too dark, too deep
A fucked up story that just gets sadder
A race to the bottom rung of a broken ladder
They're digging for the dirty gold inside of me
Hunting for the filament on which to feed
Dig it up and let it bleed
Like a bleeding Jesus, bleeding dry
A dead canary at the bottom of a mine
They're digging for the dirty gold inside of me
Digging for the filament on which to feed
They're digging for the dirty gold inside of me
Too fast, too dark, too deep.
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3. |
Acedia
02:28
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I see futures
Artificial eyes
As daylight bruises,
The eight ball lies
It is written without witness on the inside of my skull
Tinfoil over the windows
A crack in my shell
Acedia
Live in my own
Acedia
Proto-psychology
Killing time
Demonology
A paralysed lie
An illuminated, wounded, waking dream
The screaming greed, the silence inside of me
Waiting on wormholes to come take me home
Acedia
Come take me home
Acedia.
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4. |
Tunnel Visions
03:45
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Sweat cools on my melting brain
I recall empty bad dreams
Ash and misplaced memories dissolve
Into hollow halos
Eyes wide open, forced to see
Things I never could delete
From psychopathic scenes
Of voices yet to feed
I recall empty bad dreams
Be careful what you believe
The truth is not what it seems
In too deep, tunnel vision.
Psychopathic scenes of a dead and empty dream.
In too deep, tunnel vision.
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5. |
Lethal Licks of Love
02:29
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I'm losing teeth, had no sleep for weeks
These weary eyes full of nothing but grief
And now I'm playing with the lipstick out
No teeth in this Moleman mouth
Rubbing it into the grass
There's nothing in this coin purse
Don't care if I make it bleed
These lethal licks of love
'Cos somebody is taking care of me
Never thought this life could get so good
No more fighting on the streets of my neighbourhood
And now I'm playing with the lipstick out
No teeth in this Moleman mouth
Rubbing it into the grass
There's nothing in this coin purse
Don't care if I make it bleed
These lethal licks of love
'Cos somebody is taking care of me
These clown dog feet and love heart eyes
Got nothing but lethal licks of love.
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6. |
Sandkings
02:24
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Temples rise
Opposite sides
Built from sand
From a holy land
Your now their demagogue
You know you're wrong
The dormant lie is coming alive
Bringer of life
Bringer of war
Killer of hunger
Builder of walls
That won't stand forever
You know you're wrong
The dormant lie is coming alive
Cut your ponytail off
Then lose your mind in the mirror...
Cast you crowns aside
Leave that lie behind
You know its wrong
Cast your crowns aside
Ten wrongs don't make a right
The dormant lie is coming alive
Bringer of life
Bringer of war
Killer of hunger
Builder of walls
Bringer of life
Bringer of war
Killer of hunger
Builder of walls
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Waste
01:58
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The same old fucking walls
Still waiting to fall
No longer want to be a human
Waiting for another form of failure to fall
Rain down,
If I can be a gift then I can be waste,
Wasting away
The same old fucking lie
Tormented by time
Picking the scabs of mass dement
Tormented by a cruel fucking measurement
That rains down,
A monotone Babylon
A watercolour promised land
We spill the shittest colours into the sand
So rain down
If I can be a gift then I can be waste
Rain down
Rivulets form in the lines on your face,
Fading away
Rain down
On the same old fucking walls.
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8. |
High Tide
01:58
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Minds drifting away
Like a moon knocked out of orbit
Try to stave off the pain
Of knowing its all coming apart at the seems
Watch the oceans rise and fall
Wash away those in denial
Let us not have sheepish eyes
Or a wounded smile
The oceans will rise
Drown those in denial.
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9. |
The Outer Limits (Theme)
01:41
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There is nothing wrong with your television.
Do not attempt to adjust the picture.
We are now controlling the transmission.
We control the horizontal and the vertical.
We can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond.
We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive.
For the next hour we will control all that you see and hear.
You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the deepest inner mind to the outer limits.
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Stuck in the slowness
Primitive thought
Flat earth doctrine since birth
If we play the Trojans
They'll play the horse
The interloper will
Rise, lie, bribe, bleed
Walking backwards into darker ages
You're not immune
The hive-mind prays too soon
To gods within its own mind
On knees under indifferent skies
Suburban hell-scape, slave trade,
Plastic halos on fire
Let this rock rot and fall away
Until its gone.
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NOWHERE Berlin, Germany
Nowhere is a three piece punk-rock band that sings songs about disease, the politics of international migration and bad, 90s sci-fi.
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