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Vector
03:50
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Whatever you've seen will grow ten fold
As red turns blue in a bank wall
March forecourt, Wells Fargo
When empathy's culled and settled
It's the comfort of pressing every button
Voluptuous face feeds from my ventilator
Feeds the incentive put you back in your place
Mouth words real quiet like
The cut of your wait told to look when they touch
Grows sticky with age makes for a great screenshot
When you lean it's like a picture
You can be my masseuse I wanna give you range
Be the Vector
That writhes ripe lungs like paint
But your not given a clue
Passing wards
Snuff like the head that you maim
He'll lead you back where you fell from
A pheasant lands on his shotgun
But when it comes to split lungs
Now he's sorry for your loss
I wish you'd eat gun when you hit the curb but you've thrown them on the hangar
Watch how they disappear now wasn't that something?
How plastic furrows with a rework x plugger
It won't be long to post pain put us under
Devenu réalité
Keep to your station!
Before defacing what they were chasing
Renews it's best before on syndication
No more degrading than
Lost in Translation
Men in plain clothes pay your dues
If you find it divisive you know what to do
Go!
When you lean
I can still picture
We can call it a truce or I can paint your face
Be the Vector
That reinstates the blame
But you're not given a clue
So wipe yourself clean
What's done is done
Stitch my lips blue I'll lie dead in the room
Base the new chalkboard
On the wry ripe lungs like paint by numbers
Burst the bubble
What we conceive will warrant decay
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2. |
Johnny Galecki
03:29
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Can get as close as I want without ruining my eyes
I know I don't have the right
I'm the want to buy protection
And when violence dies
Secondary click on left side
Open wide beak like
Chasing the road runner
I speak in turn
Monologuing through the baby gate saying
Will you take me from my bedsheets?
I'll be on any screen you like
Gather collected sympathies
In a reach from a former life
The people on the TV
Can't see me or jump out of the screen
From Johnny Galecki
Take the lead like child actors
Plug the words that pay what corrode
Punch your disgust
You're fucking with the wrong thing
So keep me feeding I want to make the bread
And push you down the steps, yeah
To make my young mind made like syphilis
And now the joke in your mouth is much closer when I write to pry
It has real world ramifications
But it feels like pre-tape
Text to speech
Deepfake
Least of concern
Relearn
Concern
Relearn
Concern
Relearn
Least of concern
Relearn
Clean my house and don't talk to me
With the sight for detached eyes
At 17 degrees
Did you need to pull down the shutters?
Wave your face for warped children
Hollow bones get sugar
She put down her crayon
And wore it on the cover
Saying take me from my bedsheets
I'll be on any screen you like
Gather collected sympathies
In a reach from a former life
The reason I'm on TV is I'm what you wanna be like
Johnny, take my hand and lead by example
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3. |
KMIMS
02:35
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Kill Me In My Sleep
Hurt like minded people
When you start progressing to real screams
Fillet my spine to cleanse me.
The stitches I got put in my face pump the fake up
I hurt just the same as I did with black eyes
Bit by FAANG find beauty in wafer
Virtue in what I disguise.
Curb the hurt buy a silk purse
Weight in return before I bleed out
Accept that in a time when I don’t improve
I am the victim and the murderer.
Kill the uncertainty
I’m capable and denied leave
If you can raise your arms from here to here
Use remaining strength to write
The words that make me pure
The literate terms lack my self-awareness
There once was a time I was close to you
But I am a sack of meat to puncture.
My body bends in place when my heads underwater
I don’t need the boy to be nice
Forgive in permission
take my seat
be inclined to type
to cut your hair
to commit me in the night
Maybe I’ll talk to someone with three sides
Who will share my numbers and cross a dirt line
The feeling in the mirror lies
But I am predictive at your service
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4. |
Don't Act
03:45
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So, taken where I part you
Together by the wire across the jaw and the fence
Let's bring it back into the room
See me soon before I leave
I see the river and Peter
Who I wish I got to know
Can you tell the boy by the teeth
And store his repeats inside a memory card slot?
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Because I'm left alone
It makes me think of what I could do
Find answers to the problem in the medicine cupboard
Is this what I needed to prove
Options from CBT
Can be put on a screen print
As a path to promote?
Dictation sounds like children's screams
I miss the retina green
From properties in a black lung
And when my fright is gone
They pile in the playground
Left for dirt and fruit flies
File out death forms
With identical answers
To the Black Prince in bronze
Don't Act On What's In Your Head
Listen to reasoning
If compassion simplifies
Touch the floor you don't die
You will find me
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Lack of remorse has the content to plaster
All the words you use to describe
Quid pro quo
Am I what you wanted?
You say go back where you come from
Don't Act On What's In Your Head
Listen to reasoning
We can play this game all night
Touch the floor you don't die
You will find me
Don't Act On What's In Your Head
Legs kick joke choking
But you're coping this time
You will find me
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Three piece of Yorkshire's finest musicians and misfits.
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