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Cowardice
04:30
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enola lla
A child in the cloth
A child cold and lost
Give it a sense of place
Give it a turn to waste
I get this shortness of breath
when I can't see the bed of a lake
those fathoms I will not imagine
Oh, I'm a coward for goodness sake
I'll diffuse the tension with humor
and well-practiced smiling eyes
don't give in to candor
there's warmth in disguise
I'll come out
from hiding
to face the weather
all alone
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2. |
Fisticuffs
04:20
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I've waded deep
in a turbid mire
so slow to speak
as if the liar
can I just preach
to the choir?
Weed us out
one by one
we're too occupied to see
self-sabotage again
I'll fault the stress
and brief malaise
leave me to rest
for here I'll stay
Teach me to kill my food
Teach me to find the fruit
Teach me to kindle the open flame
Teach me to reproduce
Weed us out
one by one
we're too occupied to see
it's only getting worse
and I'm worn out
and perpetually sick
the days are bleeding together
I'm a perfect fit
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Departure
03:18
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Tell that same old story to me
of carnage and debris
the scientist have lied to us
the poets have lied to us
Change my way of thinking
I'm small and self-involved
the scientists have lied to us
the poets have lied to me and you
Ask those loaded questions
and pat your deserving back
it's long overdue
it's long overdue
You can swim up to the surface
to come up for air
it's long overdue
it's long overdue
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4. |
Tradition
04:22
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I fall to the floor, staring vacantly, down a tired family tree
And so I recall, I had shied away, from who I was to be
I should've been a carpenter
Yeah, I wanna work with my hands
at the mill or my father's land
Know more than the last, wiser than the next, special in every way
So I can dress my mannequin in any way I like, any way I like
Yeah, I've been coddled I am scared
the structure is in disrepair
Yeah, I wanna work with my hands
at the mill or my father's land
Join in the chorus
of moaning Millenials
we sing in corners
of times much better
I should've been a carpenter
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5. |
Greenhouse Children
03:47
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Congratulations, you beat all competing sperm
drink up your mother's milk before your brother's turn
take your degree and don't forget a trophy wife
tend to those wounds 'cause boy your future's lookin' bright
But I will fail you
Just like my parents did before
I humanized them expecting more
So do I worship you or me
Hubris is all I see
Follow the circle blindly until it's too late
slowly succumb to shame of your ancestral fate
the toxic nature of this greenhouse
growing the seeds of crippling self-doubt
And I will save you
Just like my parents did before
I humanized them expecting more
So do I worship you or me
Hubris is all I see
How can I raise my own, if I can't raise myself?
How will I raise my own, if I can't raise myself?
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