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Glass bottles inside my head,
Breaking my bones,
Inside my heart,
Replacing my organs
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2. |
Them is Fightin' Words
02:09
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How in the hell did you manage to throw me under the bus,
When it was you I saw wrestling with the steering wheel?
You can be so cruel sometimes,
But you look so cool in your trendy threads and your analog noose
How in the hell did you manage to throw me under the bus,
When I’m staring you down through the windshield of a Greyhound;
You better get out of my way now,
I’ve got no time for you to waste mine
Looking into a mirror,
The windshield I sail through now,
Everything bringing me down is all located there
Forgiveness is the first step to not hating yourself,
But I really don’t feel like making that leap today
Now I’m staring myself down through the windshield of a Greyhound,
The eco-friendly lights inviting me to hang around,
But I’m not ready to give up just yet
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I hate all the things I hate,
I like only the things that go my way;
I can’t stand myself,
I’ll get better but not without your help,
Not without your help
I'm probably to misdirected,
I aim to be out of line,
I tend to be emotionally disturbed and fucked up,
But I think I’ll be okay
I hate all the things I hate,
I like only the things that stay out of my way;
I can’t stand myself,
I’ll get better but not without your help,
Not without your help
I write these songs for my mental health,
Do not confuse them with self-help;
I despise all those books and programs that never seem to work out
I'm probably misdirected,
I aim to be out of line,
I tend to be emotionally disturbed and fucked up,
But I think I’ll be okay
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4. |
i am exoskeleton
04:30
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I knew a man who was dead,
His corpse resided in my body
Turn left,
Head south,
Take a deep breath,
You gotta walk it out,
My mouth,
The sand,
Will you shut up?
We’ve gotta talk this out
It took some time to figure out which was me and which was the exoskeleton,
I lit a match and took it to my skin
I know a man who is dead,
His corpse resides in my body,
He’s always asking for directions
Turn left,
Head south,
Take a deep breath,
You gotta walk it out,
My mouth,
The sand,
Will you shut up?
We’ve gotta talk this out
It took some time to figure out which was me and which was the exoskeleton,
I lit a match and took it to my skin
It took some time to figure out which was god and which was dust,
I lit a match and took it to my eye
I once was blind but now I burn
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You say, that they’ve just gone away,
But I think they’re dead and dead to stay,
Who’s right,
I guess we’ll see,
But since it’s my brain I’ll assume it’s me
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Port Huron
04:31
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These ghosts won’t go away
The bridges we burn are made of flesh and bone,
Apathy, the disease we carry, is contagious, it’s airborne,
Hopelessness implies you felt something in the first place,
I haven’t felt a fucking thing for long enough to not care that I ever did
We run away from our problems,
These ghosts won’t go away,
And not one will show its face
The time we waste is made of hearts and minds,
Bitterness, the grudge we carry, sinks into our skins,
Hopelessness implies you felt something in the first place,
I haven’t felt a fucking thing for long enough to not care that I ever did
We run away from our problems,
These ghosts won’t go away,
And not one will show its face
Take care not to slip from that chair,
That rope looks precariously placed,
Watch your step, I won’t watch mine,
Exit wounds that just won’t heal or close
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7. |
Wasteful
04:02
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I’m just a waste of time,
I’ve got an aimless body and a leaky faucet mind,
You said, “Get in the car and I’ll drive”,
But now I’m just a waste of gas in addition to your time
I should probably get some help,
Speak with a professional,
Get evaluated, medicated, fucking emasculated,
I’m just dedicated,
The men in my family,
We clutch our shovels so tightly and I am no different
I’m just a stupid kid,
I’ve got some far-fetched dreams and a fantasy world I live in,
I’m hopeless, fucking worthless, spineless,
Dependent on some lame-ass songs to keep me with us
I should probably get some help,
Speak with a professional,
Get evaluated, medicated, fucking emasculated,
I’m just dedicated,
The men in my family,
We clutch our shovels so tightly and I am no different
I’m hopeless, worthless, spineless
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8. |
Fuck Everything
02:45
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Another bright, sunny day in middle-class America,
Spit-shine your shoes so it looks like you care enough,
I couldn’t bear to snap,
And I couldn’t bear to break,
I couldn’t bear to give a fuck but I do,
So fuck everything
Everything is crashing down on me,
Everything is burying me
My college classes are making me sad,
I’m feeling sick but that’s got nothing to do with it,
My education is all I believe in,
It’s what I hold on to as I lose sight of everything
Everything is crashing down on me,
Everything is burying me
I don’t care about anything at all,
All I need is a good book and a night spent alone in my room
I’ve got issues with my parents, with my friends,
With everyone who has ever been in this lonely life I lead,
I can’t stand myself,
I can’t stand you,
Or anyone I’ve ever met,
I hate everything, so fuck everything
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When did I start hating all my friends?
When did I start hating everything?
Around the same time I set up this IV of caffeine and sleep-deprivation
College is just not for me,
9 to 5, it’s not for me,
Real life is just not for me,
My songs, my friends they’re all I need
All I need
When did I start being so mad all the time?
When did I start thinking that was fine?
College is just not for me,
9 to 5, it’s not for me,
Real life is just not for me,
My songs, my friends they’re all I need
All I need
I will stop burying myself,
I throw this shovel to the ground,
I will stop burying myself,
I throw this shovel to the ground,
It’s a beautiful day today,
I need to stop burying myself
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Part IV: Eco-Friendly
Is this sustainable,
Is this eco-friendly,
Is this just another smokestack blowing smoke in my eyes?
Time will tell,
But I don’t know if I’ll be around to hear it,
Let’s hope
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