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Nasty Facts
01:10
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It's a nasty fact
Gotta destroy everything that's still intact
Panic attack
What can I do, my nerves are starting to crack
Anxiety
Creeping in my head and all inside of me
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2. |
All The Rounds
00:52
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You go from the first to the last
Making all the rounds
From one costume change to the next
Pound for pound
Fakers!
When you go under the knife
Better hope you dont wake up
When the doctor becomes your wife
You'd better not take off your make up
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3. |
Blow A Fuse
01:25
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It's a danger
Meeting your own mind
On the third rail of the subway
There's no rewind
When you're on replay
And who needs it?
Get it away
In the hangar
Planes get fixed to die
Landing gear on the highway
You tell them why
You're on replay
You dont want that?
Get it away
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4. |
Cant Motivate
01:32
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The trash is piling up against the door and I cant get through
It's building up and I'm breaking down
Cant motivate, I'm bumming out
The mold is overpowering my head, oh what to do....
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5. |
Driven or to Drive
01:36
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I'm kinda slow sometimes
I missed the signs
Lost my place in line
Left behind
My mind is dragging in the dirt
And I'm not really sure what's worse,
to be driven or to drive mad
I'm drawing a blank
On an empty tank
The lifeboat sank
...still blank
My mind is dragging in the dirt
And I'm not really sure what's worse,
to be driven or to drive mad
78rpm backwards
Send me back to the manufacturer
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6. |
After Two
02:19
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I've got a feeling there's nothing left
to be gained by honest means, I've taken theft
I've got my eyes upon more than what I'm really due
Whatever I cant get back I'm gonna have to steal from you
Taken down a bad bad road
Not interested in all that common trash
Got better times to waste on things that couldnt last
Been lately lie to myself about what is it, true?
You know your mind's dated and out when you lose count after two
Taken down a bad bad road
Faking all I ever knowed
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7. |
Trip Wire
01:58
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So fragile
So helpless
Consumerism has turned you into a vegetable
Step out of line before it turns into a trip wire
Commit your crimes before you burn
and get yourself committed
And so what?
You cant help it
It's hard to walk away when your shoes are laced with land mines
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8. |
Gettin Younger
01:19
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Been gettin younger
Kids tell me gonna growin up
But I keep hopping fences
Just didnt notice a gate that wasnt shut
Dont tell me that's enough
Dont tell me take it easy
My brain is foggy
Been living in a jukebox full of fumes
So I keep striking matches
Just waiting for the one that's gonna boom
And I hope it happens soon
Cuz I'm running outta gas
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9. |
Outta Line
01:08
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Been pushed too hard
Cant get a grip
Been cast out
Cast too far
Outta line
Aint cuttin slack
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10. |
Laxatives
00:47
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What'd you have for breakfast today?
Whatever's the lastest craze
Just diet pills, laxatives
Gasoline, aspirin
What'd you have for breakfast today?
Same thing you had yesterday
Just diet pills, laxatives
Gasoline, aspirin
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11. |
Get Robbed
02:02
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Stacked my mind against what I've got left
There's nothing there to protect
It's got a right to get robbed
The door's are open
and you can take what you want
Never cared to know what happens next
Peered inside and I'm hexed
It's just a lot to weigh on
The door's are closing
and someone's changing the locks
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12. |
Faces
02:15
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Getting kinda used to this adrenaline rush
I'm getting bored
Gotta find new ways to have fun
I'm feeling sore
Action adict, cant quit
Been on a sick schedule never seeing a sun
Ever wary of the police
I'm wearing outta always feeling on the run
Now my health's getting poor
I dont sleep anymore
Cuz I dont wanna be faces like yours
Dont wanna be faces like yours
I've been in tight spaces before
I dont wanna be faceless in a morgue
Dont wanna have bars cross my door
I've been in tight spaces before
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13. |
Lonesome Trail
03:10
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The pastor asked me,
"Do you know when you'll be crucified?"
The answer was, "yes,"
But I averted my eyes
Cuz how could I explain what I know?
They'll think I'm goin off the rails again
My fuse has blown
So it's time I choose
Which way I'll fail
Cuz I can only lose
On this lonesome trail
I know the plane goes down
Just dont know where
So I aint hanging around
Unless it's in the air
Cuz now the paranoia's setting in
and I'm starting to feel
Like I'm going off the rails again
And there's no repeal
So I guess I'll choose
Which way I'll fail
Cuz I can only lose
On this lonesome trail
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14. |
Highways End
01:51
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I asked Eisenhower for directions to where it is that this road is done
He said it's classified, I'd have to get a map from Area 51
There I knocked on the door and Ezra Pound answered,
but he just painted me a picture of the sun
So I'm still wondering where it is, this brick wall
At the highway's end
The highway's end
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15. |
Overdose
02:22
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My door is only open because it's off the hinge
It's hard to get repairs when you're living on the fringe
Not interested
in those long-term kills
Already dying a slow one
I want immediate results
C'mon and give me a quick one
I want an overdose
Never thought it'd be myself I see when I cringe
All my vile makings packed into a syringe
Not interested
In the buzz buzz buzz
Ready state already fried
I wanna instantly nuts
Disappear not just hide
I want an overdose
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