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Victor
03:54
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We crossed paths literally
In the blink of an eye I was helping you off of the street
In front of passers by and all the house doors opening
Asking if you were alright
You were out of breath
Your hands still on your knees
A busted up Orange Crush two liter at your feet
Bursting with apology
I was visibly shaken
You sat down next to me
In broken English you quietly spoke your peace
Pulled up to that Stoney's bar
Said I've had a drink here before while you looked across the street
I said let's go inside
The first fifty rounds on me
Promised that you'd be right there
I never saw you again
But your broken reflectors I keep
In the back of my truck just to seal your memory
Oh Victor I hope you don't hate me
I hope the vivid image of my headlights don't haunt you in your sleep
Oh Victor I hope you don't hate me
I hope you break the chains of poverty and crush your enemies
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Choking On The Revelry
04:19
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Above the revelry for all these days
From a fourth floor window I command my gaze
The street is calling let me be your grave
It's the only option in this god damn place
The ghosts that ended up this way
In a hope drowned room
In a wide eyed state
Picture of an old cliche
In a hope drowned room
In a wide eyed state
Drifting off into that dull old paint
While these festive voices keep on provoking
Days ago I could blend with these
Fucking wild hyenas down on Fremont Street
The ghosts that ended up this way
In a hope drowned room
In a wide eyed state
Picture of an old cliche
In a hope drowned room
In a wide eyed state
Running through an endless maze
Running through the same casinos for too many days
Running through an endless maze
Running through an endless maze
Feeling like a cartoon shape dancing over background frames
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I resist for all I'm worth
Against an unforgiving force
That I can't even see
I struggle on a line
I had to take that bite
Just starving and naive
Now it's face first into sea
All the terror on my face
Makes no difference as they callously celebrate
As the water fills my lungs
I think of everything I've done
And if I had the chance I'd do it all so differently
Dead eyes are unimpressed
As they look up at this mess
A wretched piece of meat
I guess I'm not enough
Pathetic skin and bones
They swim away and set me free
Now it's two feet into dirt
And I'm questioning my worth
What is wrong with me?
Why have they rejected me?
Yeah I think I need a drink
Make it a Hub pour
Let it seep into every cell
Obliterate my memory
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Wake Of Vultures
03:36
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True to form
The routine of loathing
They want more
They wanna pound on every door
There's a horde who feeds on bloodshed
Petty souls hellbent on battle evermore
A wake of vultures
Looking down on us like restaurants in a hope to eat again
They grow emboldened
And their eyes light up to focus on the most inflicted pain
There's a groan
Gnashed teeth and judging
Sign in bold
Your kind ain't welcome in this world
There's a horde who feeds on bloodshed
Petty souls hellbent on battle evermore
A wake of vultures
Looking down on us like restaurants in a hope to eat again
They wouldn't notice if the body they were feasting on was gold
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Dulcet Chord Tones
01:48
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Clouded once again
The what ifs won't relent
The miles ain't heaven sent
Signal lost from the northwest
Break it off my chest
The tightness and the strain
Release every trace of pessimism
Swimming through my veins
No dulcet chord tones
Lifting up all that was low
No plans
No scenes
No voice memos to sing
No conversation puts it all at ease
Break it off my chest
The tightness and the strain
Release every trace of pessimism
Swimming through my veins
Say it's for the best and wallow in the dream
Where a million complications go away
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Fangs
03:38
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Lured away by the unfamiliar
Drifting from face to face
Lured away
Lured away
Clutching to the bottom
In a cold and seamless haze
All the smiles that seemed so comforting show their fangs
Gone away
The survivor
A vibrant and youthful flame
Burns away
Burns away
Clutching to the bottom
In a cold and seamless haze
All the smiles that seemed so comforting go away
And you say someday things'll go our way
And the signs won't seem so disparaging
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Gunderson
03:04
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Ol Gil's gonna get em next time
He's gonna own his fate
Ol Gil's gonna get em next time
He's gonna lick the brass ring
Always at the tips of fingers
So damn close that he can almost taste
Open book demeanor
Desperation marked all over his kind old face
Ol Gil's gonna get em next time
He's gonna own his fate
Ol Gil's gonna get em next time
He's gonna lick the brass ring
Dreams of pins and needles in the sewer
As he sleeps upon his pile of debt
Blundered suicide
Oh never mind the Xmas lights all wrapped around his neck
Ol Gil's gonna get em next time
He's gonna own his fate
Ol Gil's gonna get em next time
He's gonna lick that shiny brass ring
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Humidor
03:49
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All the magnets on that fridge
Used to serve up a purpose
Now they don't hold a thing
But a takeout menu from this Chinese place
Put those things away
In a humidor I saved
The clutter has gave way
To an echoed room and all this open space
The tension melts away
It's getting easier to breathe right in this place
Put those things away
In a humidor I saved
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