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Survivors of the Cut
03:54
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Survivors of the cut
Keep our eyes glued on the sweepstakes
And our feet dug in a rut
Ooh the hassles and tribulations
A comedy of errors
Chalking up the best reactions one by one
Survivors of the cut
Keep our eyes glued on the sweepstakes
And our feet dug in a rut
The impasses and resignations
The same old obligations
Never want the doing
Just the being done
Light refracting through the blinds that never open
Daring me to look outside to see
Some imagined celebration everywhere
It ain't fooling me
It ain't fooling me
I've been up since 3:08
Colliding taunts antagonizing me awake
Polarizing every single fucking breath that I ever take
Filling up a vacancy
Stacking every old deflection on my plate
Compromising like I'm bartering with days
That's one for you and that's one for me
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The New Silence
03:31
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Kissed by death relentlessly
A monumental presence fades
The TV’s blaring
Oh, but I don't hear a thing
Cause there’s nothing I can focus on and nothing I can take
And the shambles in a room left incomplete
An irreversibility
The new silence
The new void that permeates
Now there’s nothing when the door opens and nothing when I wake
WHEN I WAKE!
WHEN I WAAAAAAKE!
Think about how all I wanna do is stand up straight
But the loss is overwhelming
And the stillness devastates
In the mind it’s all recurring
In the mind it’s all the same
In a deeper understanding
That the circle never breaks
And the shambles in a room left incomplete
An irreversibility
The new silence
The new void that permeates
Now there’s nothing when the door opens and nothing when I wake
WHEN I WAKE!
WHEN I WAAAAAAKE!
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Inanimate Objects
04:16
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I'm cursing at inanimate objects
Persuading them to see it my way
There's never a rebuttal
But they always get one over on me
The times that I might've missed
Staring off into oblivion
A smile, a nod or a kiss
Nothing lasting anyways
Lash out at the petty frustrations
Magnify the worst things to see
Hone in on that old voice repeating
Son, you ain’t cut out for anything
The times that I might've missed
Staring off into oblivion
A smile, a nod or a kiss
Nothing lasting anyways
And I'm spinning and drowning and fumbling
and scrounging and dwelling and drifting off into the weeds
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T.Q
02:13
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He plead "no siren" when help arrived
Cos even in his diminished sight
The blue reminds him of younger times
When flashing lights would always coincide
With the handcuffs clamping left to right
And all the years waiting for him inside
Wouldn't give them any names
Wouldn't give them any names
Pay the price for loyalty
I said "it's good to see you again"
He said "it's good to hear you again"
The vision faded, but that laugh remained
Used to echo down the hallway of our single-wide estate
He said "I can't believe she's gone away"
She was the only one who really looked out for me
It took confinement for him to see
It took confinement for him to see
All the times he fucked up along the way
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Sweet Delusions
03:40
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I spend too much time in this parking lot
Just give me a moment and maybe just a few more songs
And I swear I'll make my way through them double doors again
I do anything just to hesitate
Watch the colors change on a Kenwood faceplate
And I swear when the cycle ends
I'll be inside to see you again
And I let it all get away
Let that hindsight heckle me
Sweet delusions always go away
Oh Sweet delusions won't you stay
A drunken presence or an afterthought
Sweat and service only to be bought
Just prove a point cos they're all keeping score
The boldest checkmark leaves with more
And what it takes just to move and thrive
Keep that heart
keep blood colliding
Sweet delusions always go away
Sweet delusions won't you stay
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6. |
Mutter
04:19
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Masking devices
Got my sanity to save
Give me sound give me sound just drown out the never ending ring
And I'm sighing with the air brakes
Feel that freight crash down on me
Temperature steady rising rising rising at an unforgiving pace
Talking talking
Restless demons conversate
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth and
They ain't solving anything
I'd slip out of the commotion and find a perfect place to stay
But I got no sense of direction
I ain't finding anything
I mutter under my breath
I'm god damning this place
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Jeff Brawer Tampa, Florida
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