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01 Forty Eight Hours
03:48
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Is this what I have become?
A man who waits on the weekend
A man who waits on salvation
In forty eight hours
To clear my head
A son
A boy who thought he was god sent
But I don't have a savior
And I don't have three days
To rise from the dead
Shrugging on
You may stop me and say
That everytime I leave
You hate me this way
In the forest
If I can't see the trees
You'll have seen the best
And it wasn't in me
Not enough, it's not
Not enough, it's not
Is this what I have become?
A man who waits on the weekend
A man who waits on salvation
In forty eight hours
To clear my head
A son
A boy who thought he was god sent
But I don't have a savior
And I don't have three days
To rise from the dead
I thought I'd have
Had forty-eight more years
Before I'd have stopped
Before I came here
Wish I could've been
So out-classed I'd've thought:
"Not enough, it's not"
Not enough, it's not
Not enough, it's not
Not enough, it's not
Is this what I have become?
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02 May I
04:27
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My room smells like old beer
(Even though I don't drink)
You're a blank face and a briefcase
(No, you are just my time sink)
Why don't I lend you my ear?
I will only take a minute to think
May I? May I? Capture all my thoughts?
I can't keep a closed mind on all the paths I've walked
Pack up, last shots
I'm tied up so high, with all that I've caught
I got in
May I
May I
I walked right past your puke
(I might have stopped for it)
In such a place of distaste
(It's probably best to ignore it)
I won't set my mouth on mute
But I do not have the time to commit
Everyone is an artist now
Tweets are poems that will outnumber the stars
That could have inspired them
Before they all burned out
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03 Images
02:46
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Images grow in my mind
They spill over and fill the lines
They're cracks in my skin
Smiles carving deep within
In dreams I dance with Frankenstein
Reality and I resign
I finally crawl
I always used to stand too tall
I never knew that I was falling
Falling and breaking down
I never knew that I was calling
Calling out to monsters in my head
I told myself that life was short
So now I'm twenty and I'm bored
My train's en route
To someplace I could live without
I never knew that I was falling
Falling and breaking down
I never knew that I was calling
Calling out to monsters in my head
Images grow in my mind
This is how I spend my time
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04 Kool Aid
03:42
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I won't drink your kool aid
Don't wanna be saved
You're pulling me down
But you're worth the weight
And I will never learn
I was hit by a car when I took a wrong turn
I was walking down a dead end
I know the rhetoric
But don't believe in it
You can wear your own crown
Call me a lightweight
I gamble I get screwed
I'm on the guillotine but I did it for you
I was walking down a dead end
Why are we
All wearing these stripes?
Are we just inmates
In a prison we call life?
Magic mirror, get things clearer
Name your claim to fame, I'm game
As you talk about how you're white and pure
Glossy black can't scratch the surface
Chase the dream, it's the latest rage
As the magic news from your head mage
I'll work the beat and go true blue
But all the while I'm watching you
Cuz you tore the apple off the tree
And polished it to a glossy scream
And as the lemmings pacify
Your sleight of hand has caught my eye
Your touch was rough, your screen was late
Your pad to play, I spilled your kool aid
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05 Mother Jones
04:42
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Mother Jones for
all our new poor
Take the trash out once a week
And cover up the hide we seek
Wash the car, and mow the lawn
Spare the calf, and kill the fawn
Wash the clothes and hang them dry
Shut the cage and close your eyes
Watch some baseball have some pie
Pluck the feathers, chop the thighs
(This is my body, this is my blood)
Your muscles ready time to feed
(You’re life was given up my god)
Here’s a bucket for when you bleed
Take the kids to sports and dance
Here’s the hormones and the corn
Put on your Sunday football pants
Doomed before the egg was born
Bake new cookies in the jar
We package limbs and bits and parts
Kiss your wife and start the car
Do you know who the bodies are
(This is my body, this is my blood)
Your muscles ready time to feed
(You’re life was given up my god)
Here’s a bucket for when you bleed
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