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Clusterfuck
04:45
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All your minds are made of plasticine
Moulded to fit the glove of the machine
They've got you all chomping at their bit
You wonder why now it's all turned to shit
All your minds are made of plasticine
Moulded to fit the glove of their regime
They've got you all stomping in their shit
You wonder how now can this all be fixed
Run down...the faults
The list...is long
The wires...do not connect
The wires don't connect
The wires...do not connect
The wires don't connect
The wires...do not
The wires don't connect
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Drifters Baggage
05:44
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Damaged time and place
You've come to a stalemate
Frozen in a daze
Thoughts will fall
Further down the burrow
Waiting for the world to thaw
Ambivalence is a disease
The more you know
The more you question
It brings you to your knees
Fuels the fire, spreads it's seeds
Nature of our fucked processing
A catalyst to overthought
Maybe this has gone too far
Unrelated revelation
Relevant through relation
How did it occur to you
A cycle of thought followed through
Curiosity ain't clandestine
Opening our narrow minds
Perhaps we all could see the light
If opinion and fact be cleft in twain
A drifting daydream
That's run ravage
Sifting through all that baggage
What has been found
What have you managed
All things considered
What's the damage
What's the damage
What's the damage
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Corruption of a Dream
05:55
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Ever since I can remember
Some time in late September
There has been a dream
A goal, an ambition
An intently focused position
It all started well... relatively
With support from friends and family
And even though the wins were few
The drive remained steadfast and true
Looking back there was not one moment
That I an definitely say...
Was the turning point
Where I went astray
Now it all seems for nought
Or so it would seem
This fight has been fought and lost
Corruption of a dream
It all began with compromise
Trading in the small things for a bigger prize
Then there were no small things left
Until I was left bereft
There is but one thing remaining
That I stand for needs no explaining
Oh wait now that's gone too
I don't need to justify myself to you
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Fisted by Cockroaches
03:49
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Gary's soul was sucked dry by his office job
So eloquently dressed
Up in his dinner suit
Snorting lines of coke off his secretary's vagina
Takes the edge off and pushes the edge out
This bad habit ensured that he got the boot
It was a Wellington full of dead mackerel
And a departing gift...
Of vouchers for Mr. Ito's udon shop
Takes the edge off and pushes the edge out
While the secretaries' now shagging Geoff from accounts
Takes the edge off, pushes the edge out
Pushes the edge out
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A day late and a dollar short
Found a nugget in a drawer
That I'd never seen before
Accustomed to the tranquillity
A feeling not so foreign to me
Something old, something new
Something burrowed, something bruised
The realisation of finding a piece of your mind...
Down the back of the couch
Haven't been here in a while
But it feels like I never left
The beauty of hindsight, looking back...
On what though, I don't know
I can still relate but can't process...
The differences
So long ago, so distant, yet so hard to let go
At least I'll know for next time...
How to deal with it
If I even know what I'm dealing with
Stuck behind the now, the current
Always a day late and a dollar short
Always a day late and a dollar short
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Capitulate
07:00
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Sometimes I like to imagine a heaven
A place for the lost, the loved and peace
But my mind wont let it be
Finding comfort in seemingly false hope
Sometimes I like to ignore the evidence
Or lack thereof
Then get disheartened by the fantasy
It just won't make sense to me
If you could find a way to see
What is on the other side of this life
Would you open that door
Would you open your eyes
Or just keep having faith
Would you capitulate
...I don't think I could handle it
I don't know what to think
Fucking disoriented agnostic
It changes in times of grief
It changes in times of peace
My head won't let me come to terms with it
It won't let me walk confidently down either street
We'll just have to wait and see
I don't think I could handle it
If you could find a way to see
What is on the other side of this life
Would you open that door
Would you open your eyes
Or just keep having faith
Would you capitulate
...I don't think I could handle it
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Off the Reservation
06:28
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Old mate got his head jammed
Between the tow bar
And the underside of his ute
It well bashed his head in
Broken teeth, broken jaw
Blood and spit all over the floor
That is the trouble
With hauling shit uphill
Trailer weighted back
The tow bar becomes a clamp
Stuck under the ute
Wished he'd just put it in the boot
Can't even cry for help
Cuz his mouth fucking hurts
This situation is off the reservation
We've got to get him off the reservation
This situation is off the reservation
We've got to get him off the reservation
Out on the farm, pretty desolate
Left to die, no help in sight
But salvation is at hand
Neighbour comes with the tractor arm
Weighs down the trailer
Relieves the pressure
This situation is off the reservation
We've got to get him off the reservation
This situation is off the reservation
We've got to get him off the reservation
This situation is off the reservation
We've got to get him off the reservation
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