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Lapped
01:43
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I saw those flames arise and every eye was watching. It filled all them with grief, their past was haunting. They suited up for war against a paper tiger. Triumphant in their cause, thin as a wire
Those gaps were closed so tight that they were over lapping. The bar was set so low they can’t be happy. And when it comes to pass that you answer your calling. Will you accept your flaws or devolve to crawling?
Now is the time to find our place and get back to out human ways. This race is one that can’t be won, we’ve been lapped by everyone
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Needy Want
01:53
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They hold their hands out for filthy hand-me-downs. Pandering to the hoards in unsafe and lethal amounts
Mouths open wide to chew on that plastic attitude. White wool clad followers to the staff of a blind shepherd.
Needy want and needy get
The single file, vile trend
Needy want and needy get
The solid-state, synthetic edge.
Cut from a common cloth with a template skewed and slightly off. Feeding into hearsay with a message wrinkled from the wash.
Gnawed on and spit back out right on the conveyor belt. Fuck the truth and mass produce the victims to put on the shelf.
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Knotted Words
02:42
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I wrote some letters on a photograph with numbers too blurred to recall.
Every drunken word, a memory. Written on that bathroom stall.
Some things were never meant to be permanent. Those knotted words I said, I scribbled with the pen. When I think about how it was all crossed out. It brought me to the ground. Those seconds counting down.
The place fell silent as the lights came on. Then smoke cleared to a dusty haze. Trying so hard to maintain my act. I stumbled out to great dismay.
Some things were never meant to be permanent. Those knotted words I said, I scribbled with the pen. When the road is clear, it’s your voice I hear. At two o’clock my dear. I’ll wait another year.
Some things were never meant to be permanent. Those knotted words I said, I scribbled with the pen. I reached out for your hand, but then I got ignored. You headed for the door, I headed for the floor.
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Nonspeak
01:39
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We held our ground and sang it loud: “This land belongs to me!” Drunken with prosperity from sea to dying sea. The stains our existence buried deep within our past. Though history is stagnant, how much longer can they last?
(And every stone in arm’s reach cast)
We came for progress and won’t accept less
A language regressed, a language useless.
They march for nonspeak: boots on the concrete. For word monopoly, they call it Nonspeak.
Every word is free to use but some more free than not. The painful sounds forbidden and just thrown away to rot. Of many battles that we’ve won, we fear the victory. The dark chapters are yet to come in black transparency
(Grey lives of apathy)
We came for progress and won’t accept less
A language regressed, a language useless. They cry for Nonspeak. Loud and alarming. Severed the artery. They call for Nonspeak.
We came for progress and won’t accept less
A language regressed, a language useless. The quest for Nonspeak. The first one toppling. All others following. We call it...
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We Wait
03:28
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I see a deadbolt on a door with a key and a flickering light where a beacon used to be. There’s a cheat sheet and a suicide note: “I’ll be back in 5” with a short length of rope and...
We wait until the night falls down.
We’re all singing our regrets, never heeding the wake up call, yeah we wait until we’re dying of thirst. And we’re all dancing for the rain hoping that we can drink it first.
I felt a breeze blow. It was the bitterest cold but the winter had passed a short time ago.
All alone. With the thoughts in my head. They’re pounding like drums but the beast must be fed.
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Threats and Rewards
02:46
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There’s a knife at the throat of the ox pulling the plow and a payday somewhere else here and now. With an incentive to live, and a hefty price to pay and I’ve got no option to stray away.
Death at my back and treasure to the north. The splendors of labor were taken by force. With a false altruism at the end of a sword, beckon then to a war: Threats and Rewards.
Threats and Rewards, threats and rewards. I won’t play your game-oh no-pimps and whores. It’s up to me to see what’s in store, let’s even the score. Threats and rewards.
Guided by the nature of what it means to be a caring individual of forced courtesy. Legislate the kindness and morality with checks. By virtue a strong arm, coercive and flexed.
Deception spewing from every single pore and a mystery prize behind every door. With a sense of pride you never had before, you’d never do more without threats and rewards.
Threats and Rewards, threats and rewards. I won’t play your game-oh no-pimps and whores. It’s up to me to see what’s in store, let’s even the score. Threats and rewards.
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Thoughtcrime Lancaster, California
Thoughtcrime is a raw, melodic punk band from the Antelope Valley, CA.
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