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It's never the time to undo what's been multiplying. We weave our lazy days into tapestries of hate, and we never will get bored of lying over and over. I'm not a threat; I'm just another problem. I could have you for the year, but I will never have your ear. In front of you I'm just a lifeless column, and I doubt that it will change.
It's not the time for starting over. You're just a ghost in the machine. You're not incidental, but this change is incremental, and you're too young to see past that screen.
I can't say that I've given it my best. I'm as lazy as a child, and my passion's ever mild, and I never have a chance to fucking rest. So how can I tell you to change if I cannot walk that mile, if I do not have the guile to trick you into taking this test? And I doubt that it will change.
This is a test.
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I am old.
04:40
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I stand up and I'm spent. Did I give up all the years that I had left? Was I a focused machine or a paperback book full of simple stories that never told you where to look?
I can't say that if I had the chance I'd change it, but I wish I had the chance to rearrange it. We're all tied down in some way to the things that we want to be.
What did they say to us when we kept on asking questions? I'm not in tune with the directions; I'm not sitting on the shelf. We all thought we could become better versions of ourselves, but we should learn to manage our expectations.
I can't say that I wanted to buy into it, but I always thought that I would. We're all tied down in some way to the things that we want to be.
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I'm not a cigarette.
04:14
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I'm not a cigarette; I don't burn and fall on the floor. I'm not your small regret that you forget 'til you can't breathe anymore.
But there's that evil inside me that's finally provoked. I'm the smoke you breathe and leave on the road.
I can't listen. I can't agree, 'cause there's a fire on me. And I would burn to death if I took another breath convincingly.
I play my stake into this cycled game, and I don't know if I'm wrong. But if I stay confused in a steady haze, I'll write a song. And I lit it up, but I didn't know it would last this long.
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I'll be on my way.
03:36
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I'll take it all and I'll be on my way. I couldn't pay for it, couldn't leave it on the shelf. And there are strings hanging on the roof, tickling my head, making it hard to think.
There's not a way to take them down. They'd eat through the ground. It's poison on a thread, It's dishonest and I'm loud. They'd eat through the ground. It's poison on a thread.
I'll take it all and I'll be on my way. I couldn't work for it, couldn't stay home. I'm living in a dome that shatters in the cold, but it burns with the sun.
It's a microscope. It burns through the floor.
I can walk on the floor if it leads to the door. And I can stand if this demands. I'll be on my way.
I'll be on my way. I cannot fall down. I've got a deal with the ground. I'll take everything. I'll speak with my voice. I'm too tired now to undo this choice.
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I couldn't tell you if my mind makes sense. There's a filter failing every day; I'm bitter now. Have I been this way for a while, or did it happen in the dark? There's nothing left to say. The shelves are piled to the top. The fickle furniture has started to stain and rot. There's nothing left to say
I cleaned the kitchen again. I took the dog on a walk. But the anxiety in between makes it hard to talk. I didn't clean the floors or furniture. I didn't turn off the light. Because when I do there's someone there that tells me that I'm right and there's nothing left to say.
Am I going home or leaving? Did it crumble in the dust, left by my subtle laziness that never seems to stop?
There's nothing left to say.
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Edmonton Gainesville, Florida
Edmonton:
Rick - Guitar
Kiiks - Vocals/Guitar
James - Bass
Johnny - Drums
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