1. |
Isolation Age
04:07
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Welcome to the isolation age
Club no one only me
modern vanity
Find me on my pocket mirror
I used to use to call you
before we disappeared
Mirror Mirror on my wall
do you even see me at all
In the blackness apples flatten
waiting for something to happen
Become a new kind of numb
a thumbnail just like the rest of 'em
Mirror Mirror on my wall
do you even see me at all
I fear it's clear as a crystal ball
into glass we dissolve
We dissolve into glass
Welcome to the isolation age
Dissolve…
Mirror Mirror on my wall
do you even see me at all dissolve
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2. |
Aluminum
07:02
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[ human humming ]
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3. |
Hate as Good as Love
03:58
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[ I do hate as good as love ]
I do hate as good as love
I don't always choose my muse
so god help you if you're the one
entitled to the songs I've sung
better get used to being used
if this is how the business is done
[ I do hate as good as love ]
Do you do everyone like you did
when you fucked me
Do you kiss your beloved
with the mouth that sucked me
Should you want to play for blood
I guarantee
I do hate as good as love
[ I do hate as good as love ]
Do you do everyone like you did
when you fucked me
Do you kiss your beloved
with the mouth that sucked me
Should you want to play for blood
I guarantee
I do hate as good as love
[ I do hate as good as love ]
Good as love
Good as love
If this is how the business is done
[ I do hate as good as love ]
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4. |
Content
04:17
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Follow the bouncing ball
word for word to your song
Here's an eye for an eye
review of review
Let me get my pen wet
Let me be your content
Let's reverse the interview
You bite more than you can chew
Mistake the mic for a kazoo
I'm advertised as lunch
while your editor broke for brunch
You turned a vulture on a birch
trying to sing a tune
with a beak that only seeks
tabloid or taboo
I'll cover up the tracks
you can seal off your wounds
I suggest a costume like the rest
to disavow your debut
Let me be your content
Let me be your project
Treat me like a train wreck
Tell 'em I'm a reject
make me feel irrelevant
I make a better regret
Let me be your content
I'm nothing without you
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5. |
The Gimp
02:49
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I had a panic attack but I got the job
compromised my insides
when I'm on the clock working nine to five
cockblock my pride all the while
I said "fag" aloud but I didn't know why
can't be reminded I'm as vile
wannabe a victim but it ain't the time
I didn't know I was a gimp
'til they zipped my smile
I stabbed my friend in the back
but I got a job
Toxic as fuck so I lied to my mom
check my ethics outside
you gotta be a gimp if you're gonna get by
Oh great Scott oh my my
instincts tell me this ain't right
You gotta be a gimp to go with the grind
I didn't know I was a gimp
'til they zipped my smile
I had a panic attack
but I got the job
I stabbed my friend in the back
but I got a job
I had a panic attack
but I got the job
I stabbed my friend in the back
but I got a job
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6. |
Cassini
05:33
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[ remember don't forget ]
From love or oblivion
I woke up orphaned
With a paper trail to nowhere
a stare of doldrums
the face of a stranger
holding all your missing souvenirs
Yet the memories in my head
may never have happened
There's no before or after
the beginning to the end
All you knew of me
must be abducted
All that's left to see
must be corrupted
Love, don't leave
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7. |
Amphibian
04:07
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[ I am always with you ]
The room went red
like an aquarium
you draw the water
as a baptism
The room went red
you turned amphibian
Sit in the chair over there
No hands you said
[ Show me where to keep them ]
Then show me where to keep them
I don't even need them
to get underneath your skin
The room went red
like an aquarium
you draw the water
as a baptism
[ Show me where you keep it ]
Show me where you keep it
the love you say is sacred
the flesh and blood you traded
everything degraded
the frame I'm never in
the room that lay in ruins
the body you've evaded
amphibian
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8. |
Revol
04:31
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Lover I'm coming home
leave your clothes where I left you
on the floor on the floor
Lover let your tongue uncoil
those dirty words you'd never
had told to you
and unravel
Lover I'm coming home
unlock the door when you hear my shoes
I wore this suit for a corpse
and not for you
Unravel when you hear my shoes
on the floor
Lover I'm coming home
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9. |
Flower Room
04:19
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[ 1986 outgoing phone call ]
Was it a mirror or a road
serpent or rainbow
I can't believe I can't believe
The beginning or the end
when the valley touches the mountain
uncanny inversion
Did god make me your evil
From the flower or the room
the closet my sister looms
I can't see I can't see
The picture or the tune
an inscription removed
a crystal or a tomb
pyramid or womb
a frequency leading back to you
Back to you
[ 19 ] Eighteen or eighty-four
forty-three or thirty-four
memories ring around me
If only I knew Saturn would be my doom
how your heart turned
as hollow as the moon
you'd leave me here to rot
in your flower room
Was it a mirror or a road
serpent or rainbow
sky lime green
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