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Loud as Laughter
03:05
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My son's only word is breath
And after years and years of tests
And a cruel experiment in my chest
All I have is waiting
But there will never be another sound as loud as his laughter
With his eyes, he says, I know your first word was failure
My son struggles with his tongue
And after years and years of staying numb
And a forest fire raging in my lung
All I have is waiting
But there will never be another sound that hurts more than his silence
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These Are My Wires
03:35
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These are my wires
They carry bad information
A man from 30 years ago controls the operation
He is very good at making bad decisions
I have a plan
I'll take my benzodiazepine
These are my friends
They are bad electricians
Instead of my skull they rewired a generation
They are very good at making bad decisions
I have a plan
I'll take my benzodiazepine
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The Night
02:35
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I'm chewing off my nails, because
I'm drowning in piss, because
We passed-out drunk, because
This is what we've, become
I'm chewing off your limbs, because
I'm swearing at the sun, because
We passed-out drunk, because
This is what we've become
I'm scratching out your name, because
I'm wiping off your spit, because
We passed-out drunk because
This is what we've become
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Cheap Casket
03:33
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I think she is trying to poison me
All my food tastes like gasoline
And when I speak fires start around me
All my words sound so fucking obscene
I keep burning down the local supermarkets
All my neighbors are a pile of ashes
Last night I dreamt I was a fire hydrant
I watched, as you died, in three different car crashes
All I ask, is, I'm not wrapped in plastic
I'll leave you money for a cheap casket
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That's Not Blood
03:05
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That's not blood dripping from your teeth
Those aren't claw marks on your cheeks
There's no wildlife in your eyes
Cause you and I are meant to be hunted
Our words turn into tiny birds
Whenever we have this conversation
Our words turn into tiny birds
Whenever we have this conversation
Let's not have this conversation
That's not ink spilling from your mouth
I lose a tooth whenever you shout
There's no history in your eyes
Cause you and I are meant to be forgotten
Our words turn into tiny birds
Whenever we have this conversation
Our words turn into tiny birds
Whenever we have this conversation
Let's not have this conversation
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Sleeps With Knives
03:27
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Your kid is a school shooter in the making
He has that right-wing look in his eye
He proudly wears that American disguise
But at night, your family sleeps with knives
Your friends are false flag operations
They are trained actors who get paid to die
They exist for two-week vacations
They love the headlines more than their wives
You embraced the great American lie
Now all your dreams are being downsized
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Dead In Different Places
03:08
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Only I see you, unraveling, in distant rooms
Only I see you, drowning, in bright red waters
Only I see you, counting those evil calories
Only I see you, undressing for bedroom mirrors
No one is more invisible than you
Have you noticed they walk right through you?
Only I see you, climbing paper mountains
Only I see you, eating the strangest foods
Only I see you, posing for higher powers
Only I see you, undressing in these winter hours
No one is more invisible than you
Have you noticed they walk right through you?
When will meet in the same afterlife?
When will we meet in the same afterlife?
When will we meet?
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I believe the earth is flat
When growing up, my bones were never mapped
I know the moon landing was fake
When I look up at the stars, I'm overcome with hate
I'm an idea that America wants to forget
I find comfort in the lies
I know who controls the weather
And every storm they create, is an absent father
I believe there is a War On Christmas
The voice on the radio, claims, We are in crisis
I'm a mistake that America does not regret
I'm a mistake that America does not regret
I find comfort in the lies
I admire the mouths that tell them
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I Know That Man
03:04
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I know that man
His eyes have a strange yellow glow
He's done way too much blow
He has no future
He has no past
I know that man
I am know that man
His wife looks like a scarecrow
I've never seen her cast a shadow
She has no future
She has no past
I know that man
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Psychic Graveyard San Diego, California
Psychic Graveyard is Eric Paul, Paul Vieira, Charles Ovett, and Nathan Joyner.
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