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Claypot
03:56
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Can't feel my legs
Pins and needles on my waterbed
Not tired, keep running
Afraid I might be biding, just like an egg would
Dog doo on the floor
So please, let me know when you're coming over
What am I becoming?
Wasting time, just wondering
Oh, I'm such a bore!
Used to feel at home in this claypot
Until you chopped me down and then burnt me up
Swallowed in the woods where you lost yourself
Curse the beast inside, and get over it
Stop and lay down, it's easier to drown
Down blankets like snow, it's better not to know
Where and how your roots will sink
Used to feel at home in this claypot
Until you closed the blinds and commenced the drought
Wallow in your filth and no schmerking poht
Curse the air outside, and get over it
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More Joe
03:33
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More joe at 3 pm, told me to let them win
And I believed them
Ya, I believed them
Gave me a list of chores, 'atta-boy's are in store
For those who step up
Who learn to step on
We got security guards stationed outside cube walls
And padded cells on Mars
For those who act out
But is it nutty to ask why counting legumes is my task
Fixed to a screen that spots my drooping eyes n' snores
Bursting out of the double doors
Trying to make it home before the traffic
Praying my engine will shudder to life
Do we know what we're doing?
Running around paying bills for these subscriptions
That make it somewhat okay, the stench of our own decay
See, it's what you always thought
Paddles under their arms
Caught holding the plug
Outstretched a bit too far
As they approach your car you peel away from the spot
"FREEZE! You're in mainframe violation!"
All eyes glued to a screen
No-one will ever seem to allow themselves to dream
Or grant the urge to scream aloud:
"When am I really free?"
Breathe, no you are not what you bought
Breathe, best forget about who makes the plot
Tie your attention to the task and make believe
Someday you'll be for real
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Shady Acres
03:37
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You walked in stumbling
Can't breathe through the mumbling
Eyes wide and heavy at the same time
The granite countertop acts as a kind of prop
To keep you from staggering
I never know what to do
Folded arms from across the room
Can't you hear me sighing?
A slime colored monster truck rests on our torn front lawn
Tread-marks deeper than your sleep, you poor fuck
And I'm sick of the aftershocks when you roar off to some bar
In a trail of plumes that lingers in the haze of the afternoon
Like the smog on a crowded freeway
People burning up in place
There's too much shit to do, all bottled up in the queue
Energy I want back
Heading across the Sahara that you paved
A bald patch on an otherwise beautiful head of hair
I didn't think you'd care if anyone ever lived here
Retail signs from the trees that you chose to bulldoze
All I want is to read in the shade
And breathe another day
All I want is to read in the shade
And be another day
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Carrot
03:52
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See the way your spine starts to bend
Hunch over, relax
Starting to scoop your shoulders to shrug
Like camels, our backs
But then the carrot doesn't look so good
It's all nibbled through
So they'll replace it with a car
There's drool on your shoe
Over and over
Go dig a moat for your castle house
And the toys that you bought
Glued to the screens replacing your dreams
The gold watch you sought
But then the carrot doesn't look so good
It's starting to rot
And the contesting buyers convulsing
Your mouth starts to foam
Over and over
Now you're stationed on the couch
After shoveling mounds of doo
And the soap won't hide the stench
So you've got an excuse to stew
Oh, what would you do?
Oh, what could you do?
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