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Beach Front Property
04:25
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Born to run with a heedless sense of motion
Splitting hairs like the splitting of an ocean
Another hour n it'll all be gone
Greyed out skies just to string you along
I am the dust that I will likely choke on
My feet are lead and my ears are filled with concrete
I'll bite my tongue and move out to the country
I'll beg the question and you'll bend the truth
You're moving on up now but whats the use?
Whats next depends on where you're looking
Fall into a state of abstract acceptance,
Of things you know you cannot change,
We're left with platitudes of love and devotion,
And world that's sold to us through shame
Stuck between decision and deflection
Your eyes are cold and there's no sense of direction
Another prophet, another arrogant death
She just got off the phone and there's nothing left
Keep on turning to the things you think you know best
Fall into a state of abstract acceptance,
Of things you know you cannot change,
We're left with platitudes of love and devotion,
And world that's sold to us through shame.
Fall into a world thats void of all context,
A vacuum, a place stuck in between
You're left with another disappointing vacation,
And a receding view of beach front property.
Death and regeneration
Are born inside the home
Do you forgive poor Judas
Who lives inside your bones?
Another summer full of ash,
Another silly song,
The circular progression,
Of everything gone wrong.
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Dungeon Crawler
03:40
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Touch the walls, you can’t see.
Held but wanting to flee.
Masters have betrayed your trust,
they’ll leave your body to rust.
This one it wants recompense,
this one it makes no amends.
Another beater is bent,
another husk to repent.
They only put up the black where the eyes go.
Have you placed all your faith
in an untrustworthy place?
Have they promised an ease
that they just could not appease?
If you cannot trust them,
and you cannot trust the Third,
then the way forward’s a word
that you’ve made to seem absurd.
You’re trapped! in a labyrinth
that you’re manipulated into building.
You’re a mouse wearing blinders,
spinning the wheel of commerce.
They say there is no way out,
but don’t place trust in their clout.
Their only goal going straight
is to build up their estate.
Their death rattle is at hand.
It’s time to tear down their brand.
They’ve shown you time and again,
they exist just to build themselves up!
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Bad Optics Seattle, Washington
Bad Optics is an art punk band that creates music for the encroaching singularity.
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