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Data Farmer
03:31
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I’m no longer perfect
Perhaps I never was
I’ve given up on searching
For the omnibus
I’ll just say what I am
All across this land
To satisfy your gods
I will admit that I’m just a man
And the gorgeous scripts
Of the ancient wits
Will echo through my eyes
And believe it or not
We are all a part of this
Documentation science
Calamity got the best of my brothers
And my sisters have all become saints
From carrying the loads of their long dead mothers
Choking on her face paint
And the working man
Has a dying plan
To reinvent his life
With a broken back and calloused hands
He’ll become the comfortable type
And the gorgeous scripts
Of the ancient wits
Will echo through my eyes
And believe it or not
We are all a part of this
Documentation science
Prostitutes and evangelists
Sell me the same fate
Wake me up tomorrow
Just hoping to share in my shame
Hoping to share in my shame
And the gorgeous scripts
Of the ancient wits
Will echo through my eyes
And believe it or not
We are all a part of this
Documentation science
No, I’m no longer perfect
Perhaps I never was
I’ve given up on searching
Now that I’ve learned how to love
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2. |
Sad End Stare
03:29
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Spot on sound
Rippled pond scum
Surface to surface
Wave of furnished heat
Pleasing to regress
Unclear to depress
Clearly necessary
Staring forward watchful eyes
Staring forward watchful eyes
Truncated according
To size and selection
Terra firma to terrestrial
Dominated with dignity
Dreadful and dying
With a stoned politeness
Drink this poison
Taste it in your throat
Of morning vomit
Pacify the calm
Ingest a more mild position
Liquid decision
Walk at the pace
Relaxation space
Privileged gift
Suffering supposes
Somebody saves
And capital talks
Suffering supposes
Somebody saves
And capital talks
Suffering supposes
Somebody saves
And capital talks
Suffering supposes
Somebody saves
And capital talks
Suffering supposes
Somebody saves
And capital talks
Suffering supposes
Somebody saves
And capital talks
Suffering supposes
Somebody saves
And capital talks
Suffering supposes
Somebody saves
And capital talks
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3. |
The Rest of Mankind
02:29
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What flag are you flying
Red, white, with black lines
Your brother he has fallen
And you blame his life
Cause you can’t see
Why he can’t see your side
You fail to see
Why he can’t see you’re right
What hymn are you singing
Nobody knows how
To believe in any god
Without having any doubt
Cause you can’t see
Way up in the clouds
You fail to see
What seeing is all about
And your iris is black
Your blood remains red
Just like the rest of
The blood of the rest of
Mankind
Oh, you could be my neighbor
You could be a friend
You could be a lover
You might be what everyone says you should be
Or you could be free
You could be an achievement
But you’ll never be me
You could be any achievement at all
But you’ll never be me
And your iris is black
Your blood remains red
Just like the rest of
The blood of the rest of
Mankind
Just like the rest of
The blood of the rest of
Mankind
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4. |
Ask
02:24
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Punish yourself for your crimes
Take the time to cry and pine
Pain is deserved when you indulge
Upon your fellow man
No one is asking for you to regret
Take the time to sit and sweat
With your choices
Improve upon yourself
Care about something else
Improve upon yourself
Care about somebody else
Outside Inside determination
Interrogation
The culmination of memory
There you have it
Somewhere, you see
No one is asking for you to regret
Take the time to sit and sweat
With your choices
Improve upon yourself
Care about something else
Improve upon yourself
Care about somebody else
Improve upon yourself
Care about anything else
No one is asking for you to regret
Take the time to sit and
No one is asking for you to regret
Take the time to sit and
No one is asking for you to regret
Take the time to sit and
No one is asking for you to regret
Take the time sit and sweat
With your choices
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5. |
CTRL C, X, & V
02:18
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Tyrannical horseheads
Methodical endorsements
Are driving me mad
With plastic money
Random motorcades
Outside the birds whistle
And everyone is naked
Earless fruits
And fearless gestures
Recall all the modern ways to die alone
Wordly wonders
Raking through the fallacy
Of family court
Ticker tape parade
While neighbors wait in vain
For their neighbors to grant them
Vainness
Collaborate the way you die
Corroborate the way you lie
And wake up with the sunrise
Just like everyone you know
Just like everyone you know
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7. |
Take, Take, Take
02:24
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Finally is gone
Finally I take and take and take
I have charm myself
You have won me over
The sanctuary we share
Shut up
While I sit and do my own thinking thoughts
Thank you for your warmth, I laugh
Don’t forget this is how we all decide
I know you know now
Finally is gone
Finally I take and take and take
I have charm myself
You have won me over
God is love there
When she is sad
I made her sorrowful
For my own greed
And there is no one
There is only one
Love makes us that way
When we find it
Live it and learn it
Until it all fades away
That’s the constant
I wish I was there with you
At times when I wish that
I wish that I was there now
Of course I am
Finally is gone
Finally I take and take and take
I have charm myself
You have won me over
Finally is gone
Finally I take and take and take
I have charm myself
You have won me over
Finally is gone
I have charm myself
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8. |
Lasting Love
02:03
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I tend toward weakness
I tend to relate
The firm of speakers
The sin of a saint
Do you think you know
What kind of sense will win the vote
Do you think you know
What kind of sense will win the vote
I know you’re lasting
Like lovers do
I lack forgiveness
Like loving you
So, take me home
Even though I don’t know where that is
Maybe I’m just doomed to be alone
Dream of how I could have handled this
Take me home
Even though I don’t know where that is
Maybe I am just doomed
I know you’re lasting
Like lovers do
I lack forgiveness
Like loving you
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9. |
Remember Tomorrow
04:15
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In the seas where they make up the greens
Full of life and the mystery scenes
Of fires and waves
Currents and clays
Bury my teeth in the flesh of the small
Carry my weight in front of you all
So you can find the strength
To carry yours
Measure me with the seeing and saying
Enemies that have stopped any praying
Reflections of loss
Portrayed in the paint
I will plead please take heed of the pain
That is caused for mere personal gain
To satisfy all
Forgotten to think
Madam please take a picture of me
To last for the days I can no longer be
Next to your flesh
And counting your bones
Feel with my fingers vague traces of time
Convince your body to sigh and to rhyme
So you can float up
On the skies you design
Listen ghosts who rest on my tongue
I can offer you peace if you just admit once
That I have no intent
To do anything dumb
With the power you preach from my prophetic lung
It whispers and it screams all that you want
And I will remain
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