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Time Keeps On Slipping Into The (Cosmic) Future

the cycle goes on and on
an endless circle of scaring the shit out of me 
as we get strung along
dragged 'til were nothing but cosmic debris 
If there's something wrong 
then there's something wrong with everything
and what spurs us on 
will pull us apart
just trying to find our place 
fight our way through a four dimensional space
and our reward for this
is not knowing why we exist
if there's nothing wrong
then there's nothing wrong with anything
and what spurs us on
will pull us apart
If I can ask one thing when I am dead 
would you lay me down by the river bed? 
let me wash away 
let it take me back from where I came 
all I am and all I was is just 
blood and dirt and bones and mud 
and I'm better off that way 
I'm better off that way

Langoliers

here's my epiphany: 
theres things i'll never know 
my life's a glass full of unanswered questions 
I broke it long ago 
what i'm trying to say is 
I couldn't really give a fuck 
I don't know what to say 
I probably never will 
bad with names, better with faces 
I was half dead when we met in the first place 
what i'm trying to say... 
Is that seconds fell like centuries 
and every breath shaves years off me 
stars are formed and lives are led 
in the space between the words you said 
and I can't hear them 
I don't hear a thing 
Seconds feel like centuries 
there's light years between you and me 
I re-live all my mistakes 
in the space between each breath you take 
it's pretty clear 
I haven't learned a thing

Those Heads Are Our Heads

this starts and ends with me 
a long dead branch on my family tree 
their faith and my faith 
just never seemed to mean the same thing 
my fondest memory 
I scared the devil so bad he sold his soul to me 
what's next? what's left? 
what can you do besides die a slow death 
you try and you make it work 
it's not real if it doesn't hurt 
you wanna drown but you're still breathing 
try to bite but you're only teething 
don't over think it 
we got a ship and the means to sink it 
I've got a choice to make 
almost every second that I'm awake 
that may be the reason 
that I'd rather be sleeping 
you try and you make it work 
It's not real if it doesn't hurt 
you wanna drown but you're still breathing 
try to bite but you're only teething 
don't over think it 
we got a ship and the means to sink it 
I'm sick of hearing that i'm a victim 
that not the cure it's a fucking symptom 
try not to jinx it 
a sinking ship and the means to fix it

Climate Is What We Expect, Weather Is What We Get

we're held together by diametric forces

you and i we're just walking corpses

I'm tired of living

so let's be dead together

i've been through hell with out you

i don't believe in heaven

we don't understand 

because it's understated

we try so hard but it's complicated

we try so hard

we try so hard

we try so hard 

just to communicate it

Cutesy Monster Man

I want to smash my face into that god damn radio 
it may seem strange but these urges come and go
I'm seeing double now, I tell the truth in stereo 
I don't say much and when I do it's not enough 
I can taste the grief, feel that old anger bubble up 
it makes it hard to breathe
 it makes a case for throwing up 
so I medicate and when my eyes are red enough 
I start thinking straight and I can face the day
face down, lights out 
put some music on maybe I'll come around  
maybe find the will to sing 
and all the things I could never say 
will come pouring out of me
through my broken teeth
the best and worst of me
I sold my soul now I age but don't get old 
and to this day it's the best deal I ever made
all the things i could never say
will come spraying out of my face
through my broken teeth
the best and worst of me

Time Keeps On Slipping Into The (Cosmic) Future

the cycle goes on and on
an endless circle of scaring the shit out of me 
as we get strung along
dragged 'til were nothing but cosmic debris 
If there's something wrong 
then there's something wrong with everything
and what spurs us on 
will pull us apart
just trying to find our place 
fight our way through a four dimensional space
and our reward for this
is not knowing why we exist
if there's nothing wrong
then there's nothing wrong with anything
and what spurs us on
will pull us apart
If I can ask one thing when I am dead 
would you lay me down by the river bed? 
let me wash away 
let it take me back from where I came 
all I am and all I was is just 
blood and dirt and bones and mud 
and I'm better off that way 
I'm better off that way

Timecop

remember when time was all we had?
no care for the sand in the hourglass
each new night was another shot
to stake our claim on a parking lot
remember when friends we're all we'd need?
day followed the night and we'd let it lead
in the basement
on the pavement
we couldn't conceive of an end to it
but it's not like that anymore
re-group, re-calculate
rushing in was our first mistake
re-think, re-calibrate
set our sights on something bigger
(maybe move on to better things)
remember the pain of growing up?
it may have hurt but it sure was fun
it made us who we are now
it gave us a mystery to figure out
this is what we waited for
these days not much has changed
except how we feel and whats at stake
but we are still the same
should we chose to linger
or move on to better things

I Always Never Said That

life is weird but were together here
so what's the use in being normal 
burn the village and take what's left 
do the things that we've been doing to death. 
taking things too seriously 
that's a motherfucking time bomb 
so bite the bullet and take a breath
look at me I'll be laughing to death 
If I hear another word about a better place 
I'll paint these walls with my fucking brains 
you say I wouldn't but if I did you don't think I'd go to hell for it
I agree and then we laugh 
a cosmic joke or a master plan? 
the best part of it is 
either way we couldn't give a shit.
there's no answers, so take a guess and make up the rest.  
I may start to reminice about better days 
or the obliteration of the human race 
if it never fucking ends 
I can't begin to make sense of it 
so let's agree we'll always laugh 
not miss the joke and do what we can 
to take it all with a grin 
and not be so fucking humorless

Black Friday

we get up early, we come home tired
our lives for hire, we're making money for someone else 
can't breathe like there's hands around my throat 
can't scream this place is filled with ghosts 
every bodys looking for something 
can't leave or we're left with nothing 
clap your hands do the dead man shuffle 
slouch our way into an early grave 
is it disappointment or mild annoyance? 
a sense of contentment or fucking resentment?
move your feet to this dead end beat
slouch our way into an early grave 
get out of bed, get fucking dressed 
and think of better ways to keep busy 
clap your hands do the dead man shuffle 
killing ourselves for a living wage
get out of bed
get fucking dressed
and get busy

Know What I Mean, Jellybean?

by then I'd had enough
I couldn't stand to watch you die 
so I died first, that's how I survived 
now i cant Feel the ground tremble beneath my feet 
and I won't make a sound while
 this town crumbles into the sea 
It's been years, even after all this time 
I'm still here there's simply nothing inside 
when I held your head and whispered into you ear
 " it's okay to leave now, there's nothing left for you here." 
I knew I had nothing left to fear 
it's not hard to keep it inside 
a feeling so hard to describe 
I don't know if that's okay 
i'm gonna do it anyway 
do it anyway 
yeah it hurt, it's almost something else now 
I cried so much I thought I might drown
I'm out of tears, I'll make no concessions 
through all these years I've learned a lesson 
every thing I love will die 
in due time

Awes-nificent

not like this, it's a parable
it's a fucking myth it's a show 
and honestly Im not a dishonest guy 
but that doesn't mean that I can't tell a lie 
if you don't believe me take a look in my eyes
you see we're all faking and it's no big surprise 
everybody just makes it up as they go along
with a mind like this who needs enemies 
this antagonist keeps me honest 
silly as it seems 
this nonsense means everything 
it's kind of an inside joke 
but truer words were never spoke 
everybody's stuck but were fucked 'til we move along 
It's a mystery 
why we see things so differently 
but something has got to give 
I can't say why it's just the way it is
everybody just makes it up as they go
and everybody's fucked
but we hope we can move along

In One Ear

is the song worth singing
when there's no one listening?
you know the words
you know they hurt
but you know they're right
when you got the urge
you thought you were the first
but you will never be first at anything
are your ears still ringing?
are the wounds still stinging?
you know the words
you know every verse
you know what's right
that's what makes this worse
so fucking absurd
you have never been so sure about anything

Bustin' (Makes Me Feel Good)

there's a kind of focus
a subtle art to losing sleep 
it takes a certain special kind of person 
to make decisions as fucked as these
 but thats just the start just a small part 
of what makes us who we are 
we make our intentions clear 
we choose our words carefully 
we don't believe everything we hear 
we still have some noise to make 
If there's a god he hates us 
does what he can to see us fail 
but were not superstitious 
so we don't fucking care 
we just need a spark, a light in the dark 
to show us where we are 
defend against the hordes 
with rusty shields and broken swords 
all we need are words 
a handfull of drunken slurs 
truth be told, we'll always know 
that we will never be alone

Every Town Has An Elm Street

you took the first fucking chance to get out of town
I'm cool with that but I still want you around 
I wouldn't say I'm stuck here but that's irrelevant 
because you're free and clear 
but don't sweat it 
I'm just saying 
I couldn't really make a case for staying 
I don't think I'm wrong, I don't think you're wrong
in the worst fucking case we could lose ourselves 
each of us in a personal hell 
we can take the heartache 
as we stumble our way 
through our old mistakes  
and I get it 
I don't regret it 
I just want to be the one who said it 
right or wrong it's different when you're gone 
we made a hell of a mess out of this poor town 
we've been given the chance to spread it around 
we do things the hard way 
we all fall apart at our own pace 
ugly bedrooms bred bad habits 
made it hard to see through all the static 
does it ever end? It never fucking ends  
we saw it coming 
from a thousand miles away 
it's a brand new day 
and we all find our way (home) 
(home) is where the heart stays
when the heart strays 
home is where we are today

Shits/Giggles

i'm anxious, i think i'll be alright
and i'm wasted but i'm not gonna waste the night
maybe i'll go outside, maybe get a life
making stupid faces
i'm begging the question
and wasting the answers
just for the fuck of it
i'm staring x-rays, i can see whats inside
i'm weightless but i'm not gonna wait all night
desperate places call for more desperate measures
we're destined for failure
playing our parts in it
i'm braced for the ending
i'm through pretending now
like i'd been from the start of it

The World's Greatest Detective

do we think about the lives we've led
or where we'll go when we are dead?
of course we do
do we pack it in and hedge our bets
or believe, every now and then
that we made the best of it?
do we live for a paycheck?
would we pay for a new life?
spend all our days in a world that is plagued
by motivations that are selfish at best
lock our hopes up in our head
and hope that we can forget

Don't Tell Me Stupid, Don't Show Me Fuck You

i can't stand the cold, it cuts to the bone
and you can't wear good intentions
what's plan B for mice and men
when your best laid plans have shit the bed?
we'll survive on the lies we're fed
because you can't eat promises
will we even live to see the end?
posters and peeling paint
the walls, the floors they all seem the same
any difference feels insignificant
will we even live to see the end?
it's an arrangement that tends to disappoint
we're not mis-informed we just miss the point
the silence grows, turn on the stereo
anything to break the tension

(I Never Get) Winded

these are the risks i take, this is the life i chose
and if i make mistakes at least they are my own
there is no fate but what we make
and in the end we all terminate
if we try and make our time worthwhile
then we've done alright
the lights are out the doors are closed
the end of the show the end of the road
we can pretend that we don't know
but we know

In One Ear

is the song worth singing
when there's no one listening?
you know the words
you know they hurt
but you know they're right
when you got the urge
you thought you were the first
but you will never be first at anything
are your ears still ringing?
are the wounds still stinging?
you know the words
you know every verse
you know what's right
that's what makes this worse
so fucking absurd
you have never been so sure about anything

Timecop

remember when time was all we had?
no care for the sand in the hourglass
each new night was another shot
to stake our claim on a parking lot
remember when friends we're all we'd need?
day followed the night and we'd let it lead
in the basement
on the pavement
we couldn't conceive of an end to it
but it's not like that anymore
re-group, re-calculate
rushing in was our first mistake
re-think, re-calibrate
set our sights on something bigger
(maybe move on to better things)
remember the pain of growing up?
it may have hurt but it sure was fun
it made us who we are now
it gave us a mystery to figure out
this is what we waited for
these days not much has changed
except how we feel and whats at stake
but we are still the same
should we chose to linger
or move on to better things

Steel Wall Method

i cant explain it, it came to me in a dream
can you keep a secret? it's my greatest weakness
i never really know whats impossible
i've fucked up before
i cant really say that i wont fuck up anymore
(i don't really have a choice)
it doesn't matter anyway, free will will be the end of me
it will be the end of me
the feeling's nameless, it changes me while i sleep
i've fucked up before
i cant really say that i wont fuck up anymore
(i don't really have a choice)
but it doesn't matter anyway
free will will be the end of me
it will be the end of me
can you keep a secret? it's my greatest weakness
i never learned how to be responsible
i've fucked up before
i cant really say that i wont fuck up anymore
(i don't really have a choice)
but it doesn't matter anyway
free will will be the end of me
it will be the end of me

Sensitive Dependence

a little blood in the water but thats all it too
a talking snake in the garden now all hell's breaking loose
if you could open your eyes you'd fucking see for yourself
the simple truth of it is we let them take our future
and fuck it to death
we are aware of what they are saying, no one cares if it's true
the light at the end of the tunnel is a rope that ends in a noose
we could put an end to the lies that we've been telling ourselves
just know that we're part of it now
if we don't keep moving we'll be eaten alive
are we strong enough to take a long hard look right at the guts?
roll our shirt sleeves up and get to the heart of what's hurting us
put a price on life and we're buying it
but the cost is high and who's paying for that?
maybe we can get rich off them
maybe it's just a means to an end
like trying to breathe underwater it hurts and it don't work
ache for the sake of a dollar and all that it's worth
would you just roll your eyes and put an end to yourself
if you found truth of it was that we're as much to blame as anyone else?

Cry-Baby

there's a shiver running down my spine
i've got half a mind to break the laws of space and time
(and one day we'll scream it)
right here from the the top of the world
(someday we'll mean it)
you can see my house from here
we've seen better days
when all is said and done we can't complain
there's a song thats running through my mind
there's a range of things i think about but cant define
(and one day we'll scream it)
when we take over the world
(someday we'll mean it)
we can ruin everything

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