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Oh the land and the sea
And the rivers and the streets
Don’t deserve me don’t deserve me
Sister i don't get this yet
But the feeling in my stomach
Is much less unreal than expected
This is purely for the movement
I can be a provider of pep talks and snacks
Would you like that
We know the name of the monster
Read signs on our way to train
We run this city
We can strong arm the oppressor
And they will not get croissants today
I hope the plants grow over me
I hope my saviour is real
I hope there is - if not a punch line - at least
An after work hang out with my buddies
From the mountains to the sea
None of you companies deserve me
You don't derserve me
Habibti some things are hardwired
But everyday in motion I unlearn a new line of universal bro code
Stand on the shoulders of millions of dead proles
Devastatingly blissful and terrifyingly handsome
And I like how the city looks from up hear
We call in sick and make it disappear
Our worlds bigger than presidents or civilisations
While my mind's ex'd out watching vine compilations
From the tigers to the wolves
None of you pharmaceuticals deserve me
You don’t deserve me
Take one to focus one to breathe
But what are they taking from me
They don’t deserve me
They don’t deserve me
No
You don’t have to experience to know the experience:
A series of bleary-eyes seasons to leave us delirious.
I’m serious, leave ‘em curious, no periods
To the sentence when they’re furious.
The criteria is: serve til we’re aced up, laced up, maced up
and braced up.
Flash back to the forefronts of our forefathers, the brave ones.
But keep it inside, no shifts up. Now your shift’s done.
And pill pops to the steel drums, stuff wishes in your ear drums.
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Home
04:50
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Home of the sleepy
Home of the lovesick
Home of the fatigue
You better get home quick
I know that someday
Gotta do heavy liftig
But my muscles are sore just from
Everyday existing
All your life
They told you
That you were
Chosen but
No one would
Teach you the
Skills you would
Need to be
Come any
Thing other
Than helpless
To the real
Factual
Forces of
Evil that
Kill what you love
What are you doing my man? Getting intense with your imaginary friends
What are you doing shorty? Still no quest added for revenge
What are you doing my love? Staying indoors between equipment your teen-self would have killed for
What is your endgame pal? Do you see yourself at all? Are we’re done being hollow?
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3. |
Never Been Mine
03:59
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We work well side by side
From planning board to the frontlines
And the struggle is constant
And our minds are set
We've sworn to serve the cause
A conquest for the powerless
I can hear your breath
I know we havent lost yet
Nothing is more joyful
Than existing with you
It's an incredible gift
To love my people
But can see the signs
I can read between the lines
We wont leave this place
Without a showdown
Its not rocket science
It's just history
I want you and you want me
All the candy i snuck out of the kitchen
Transformed my body drasticly
The way you exist is amazing
All your sharp teeth!
The nights, the cartoons,
The secrets, the attack on the monopoly
The way you exist is amazing
All your sharp teeth!
I see you look at me
You see me in your dreams
What keeps me alive
Has never been mine
We resurrect the party
With our bodies
What keeps me alive
Has never been mine
My post apocalypting skill
Is doing it well
Emotion is material
Its good actually
All my comrades close to me
And no more private property
What keeps me alive
Has never been mine
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4. |
Der Wahre Kern
02:02
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ich soll zu mir selbst finden
da gäbe es einen kern, den es zu enthüllen gilt
darin wären
- mein wahres Ich
- das, was ich wirklich will
hätte ich erstmal rausgefunden, was ich wirklich will, dann könnte ich mir das besorgen, dann hätte ich inneren frieden, ganz tief in mir drin
ganz tief in mir drin ist es dunkel und einsam
darüber liegt die erinnerung wie mir der kopf gekrault wird
darüber liegt krankenhausgeruch
darüber liegen nicht gemachte hausaufgaben
dazwischen tönen worte, die Gott, Jesus, Papa, Schwester für mich übrig hatten und ruhen blicke auf meinen zitternden händen, meinen dünnen armen, meinen dicken oberschenkeln, meinen peinlichen klamotten
da steht die bohrende frage warum mir niemand den kopf krault und die feste überzeugung, falsch zu sein
dann kommt eine weile nichts
bis zu dem punkt an dem ich mir mein leben mit eigenen worten erzählt habe
meine stimme ist stark mein blick ist fest ich sage: das soll anders sein, ich gehe jetzt raus, jemandem den kopf kraulen, ich gehe nicht zurück in mich hinein
ganz nah neben mir
höre ich jemanden ruhig atmen
ich spüre an meiner seite, wie sich der brustkorb gleichmäßig hebt und senkt
mir ist ganz warm
ich will nicht mehr als das
the true core
i am supposed to find to myself
theres is supposed to be a core i have to unveil.
within there would be:
- my true self
- what i really want
had i found out what i really wanted, i could get that, and i would have inner peace, deep deep inside me
deep deep inside me it’s dark and lonely
above that lies the memory of someone caressing my head
above that lies hospital smell
above that lies unmade homework
between those sound words that god, jesus, dad, sisters had left for me and rest eyes on my trembling hands, my skinny arms, my embarrassing clothes
there is the nagging question why nobody is caressing my head and the firm conviction to be wrong
then for a while there’s nothing
up until the point where i told me my life in my own words
my voice is strong, my gaze is fixed, I say: this should be different, i’m going out to caress someone’s head, i’m not going back inside me
very close next to me
i hear someone breathing quietly
on my side i can feel the thorax lift and lower itself
i’m completely warm
i want nothing more than this
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5. |
Wild Dog Pack
02:57
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As the sun stood high over Ajami
You forbade me to join the army
My left paw belongs to the movement
My right paw hand regains its skill
The airport music fills me up
Until i'm cool with every murder
Until i clench my teeth into your skin
And stop winding up teething troubles
And in my dream
You are made of wool and sugar
Just who do you think you are and where were you 2001?
And in my dream
They shot all my siblings
Stuffed and arranged them
In the museum of natural history
The scent of cigarettes and sweets
Makes me steal every flower the city planted
Everything we say is a magic spell okay
Theres no such thing as natural history
And in my dream
We surf down streets in our shoes
And your ex-classmates unscrew every screw in their rooms
And in my dream
Are 107 billions ghosts circling our heads
We are wild dogs and we hunt in packs
When the terrorists attacked Manhattan
I came to visit you on your death bed
You forbade me to join the army
And i knew what you meant by that
The last time that I saw you breathing
I couldn't hear the words you said
But I was prepared to fight the good fight
you gave me everything I believe in in my life
And in my dreams we meet again in Zion
And we live in gaudy mansions and all power is gone
And in my dreams we witness the beginning
Of what comes after natural history
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6. |
Lions feat. Pure Mothman
03:49
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I'd say I'd swim across lake michigan
But my abilities are limited
When something happens something terrible happens
You're alone with god again
And I would say that your my special friend
Because how you look at me is everything
But something happens something terrible happens
And every incident's recorded in flesh
The Law of the Father is still strong in this place
I will not bear my throat to the blade
I didnt come to conquer I got that out of me at least
But whatever i disturbed it wasnt peace
And we are taught what violence is by voilent people
And that is how became who we are
And our desires are a hellish nightmare
According to the law
Who do you touch
You're scared at night
And who do you touch
Because of a fading memory
The paradise god promised you and me
Is loving each other less violently
But here we are and try to be everything we want to be
But all we are is our parents history
And yea though I wander through the shadow world
I fear no evil for I know thou art with me and I
Pray I don’t stretch myself too thin for you
Making a mockery of all that you see in me
To dine in the presence of mine enemies
On ketogenic bread and a thousand live-stream circuses
But somewhere I know that you are proud of me
My cup runneth over but, who’s gonna clean up this mess?
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Stand up straight
The ghosts haunting you
Want you to succeed
When you were young
You were so frightened
Because you knew more
Now you know better
Than to tell the oppressor
Hide the red glow behind your eyelids
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to eating good
“A high sense of justice”
Is what the oppressor called it
Sensory overload is what your error message read
Stand up straight
It looks more neurotypical
Fake it until you get what you deserve
Hide our sign from the impostors
Get real
We are the constant struggle
Looking out for you
We want you to succeed
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Back when shit was dramatic
Had so many issues unsolved
Thought love was like in the movies
But love as head canon does nothing at all
You had to crush my head in
And show me tediously
Our souls are not ghost haunting our bodies
They are what physically feel
Believed that I was the king
Of whatever kingdom we lived in
Took a while, I have to admit
To grow out of magical thinking
You gave me food and shelter
You showed up when I was in need
And you endured me at my worst
While I learned how to love properly
And it's a new feeling to see you as a person
And not just some symbol in my head
The way I grow up its so slow its messed up
But you kept yourself open as a friend
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I used to hate my body
None of your business why
I used to hate my body
Now I fuck with it
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10. |
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If you are
- A girl
- And you live in this world
- And you are in danger
We will save you
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11. |
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Fuckin hiding in this tower wish my people stay sane
When I tell you we are family that is more than just a phrase
Wake up to stupid nonsense and close my eyes to angel haze
You cant shift the peoples gaze with just a couple a vids
But its the greatest gift to whitness my siblings work on their masterpieces
Or built resilience at least shit
My brains an asshole when I sit down empty time is overwhelming me
Please let me focus for 8 hours
But im addicted to highly compressed fun
Chicken wings and cum
flourescent light rosary protect my sleep from dreams
just keep my mind bright
Keep my dead ancestors away im seeing different people
And im feeling how they look like
I wanna go back to the golden city
I'm taking all of you vistos with me
We havent forgotten how to feast and dance
Hey,
If I’m ever on your mind, it’s time to let me know
And if you’re feeling frozen, Queen, I’ll let it go.
Now who’s up? I be their fun choice
Look at how the fro’s in, it’s given ‘em goosebumps
Cuz the hair’s on point.
I don’t need to brag about how I look, I know it’s good
I know I’m good, and if you good, you good? Alright we good
And I know we could and I know we should and I know we would
And I think we will and if it’s chill, cool we’re on the right track, then
You better type fast, kid
Slide in to the DM enough times, Diem will slide back in.
I be on poly shit, your boyfriend just don’t know.
But he know if he slip up, I be the first to.
I’m on the feature, I be on verse two.
You know we got a hit, and then I’m gon’ blow.
J-A-N on the sweatshirt, working with champions.
Never sleep on me, too amped for the Ambien
All my friends cute as hell, feel too good to make bad shit.
It’s on the task list, kill it daily. That’s it.
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Arm your friends
Arm your collegues
Arm your lovers
Arm the class
We're not here to build some sort of time machine
We fulfil our losts ones revenge fantasies
Nagant in the doorway
Unrest in the street
Another long dark winter
With no rest from the heat
Take stock of every round
Count them all by fives
To have and to hold
And protect what's mine
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