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Time to Kill
05:12
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When I was saved there was no introduction to a decay of a young generation. I've lost my mind to show for.
Don't leave so soon. If you've finally fallen sick, if you have a bone to pick.
When we were threaded in through our temples, nobody said about keeping it simple. So I'm the white liar, the joker, the jesus, waiting for fire to finally come please us. I'll take my time to show for.
Don't move too fast, we've got some time to kill. Don't talk too far, I'm sitting right here, I'm not going anywhere.
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My Bones
02:54
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Take it in slow.
Everytime I wear my cape, I plunge into the dark with the courage of a lost urban heart. I kick and fight, resurface tattered, torn and bruised to hell, well I guess I don't learn my lessons well.
Honey, I will shake the hand of every single skeleton you own.
Take it in slow, I'll help you reveal all your bones.
All my prophecies of where I thought I'd be right now have been flooded out, drowned and found out. Everytime we shoot the shit, I swear that you're the one who will save me from the fool I've become.
Honey, will you shake the hand of every single skeleton I own?
Take it in slow.
Help me polish up all of my bones.
My bones.
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Streetwalker
03:11
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When I attempt to grasp my quiet expeditions through your point of view, I imagine that I'm a ball of fire burning up with everything left to lose.
I write them down the names of planets, moons and stars. Yeah, I write them down as a friendly reminder, I'm an inkblot on a page.
When your back's facing my extremities start to numb. Everyday, paranoia haunts me for the sake of everything I have to lose.
I'm still unsure on how to react to the fact that I live my life for a sad, lonely sleep walker, a street walker.
Well, you could never fail me, even if you decide to erase me. I'm on your side, John. We're on your side. We're already living in a John Doe's heaven.
Just make up your mind. In a single thought, there's enough force to destroy my days. Just make up your mind for me.
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Carnivore
04:35
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In the woods behind my childhood home, I am king of everything. Sticks and stones act as a good defense against any arguments or tricks from the Enties.
When the shadows come to steal our glow and grey, we'll hide away in the shelter we made of branches and fur.
In my best mood, I am a carnivore and I am king of everything. In my own field, there's concrete I never built but at least I still have something.
When the shadows come to steal our glow and grey, we'll hide away in the shelter we made. We'll hide away in branches and fur.
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Land of the Free
02:19
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In a threatening situation, I killed a man. I shot him down. I pulled the trigger, saw his face and now I'm here to entertain. I'm sorry for what I've done and I'm sorry for what I'm doing.
Cuff my wrists in metal chains. Give me hell for all the pain that I caused for our government. For the land of the free.
In accordance with the scriptures, I'm guilty there too. How dare man falls on. You can come live with me up in captivity. The officers are smoking all of my drugs.
Cuff my wrists in metal chains. Give me hell for all the pain that I caused for our government. For the land of the free.
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Terra Revisited
05:31
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You're a haunting note hovering over doubt. Am I overspeaking? You're a nasty spill tripping up the crowd. Should I shout it out instead?
Nobody is alone. You're just feeling sorry for yourself. Nobody is alone.
In a vacant house, no sheets to make a bed, where you rest your dizzy head. How you'd love to hear the ghost of past or future tense speak the words you should confess.
Nobody is alone. You're just feeling sorry for yourself. Nobody is alone.
Underneath the floor, man, you're suffering, suffering more than the rest of us. Nail him to the board, man, we won't let him leave when he's feeling better than the rest of us.
Nobody is alone. You're just feeling sorry for yourself. Nobody is alone.
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Earth
02:55
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First-person perspective, Earth. An extension of her course. If I'm living in remorse, bury me I'm as good as dirt. Sink the island of your eye, greet the morning to the tide. Don't worry you can confide in the depth of the deep below.
The mood's uptight and everyone's let down. So who's the lucky one to wear the crown? It's easier than what was said and done, so now ease your grip, forget the pendulum.
Point your finger, crack the sky. The belly-up part of my high. Now the seasons drag on by. Holy shit. I'm getting nervous. All my power seems to fade when compared to your great escape. But it's only just a phase, I'll be killing my ego soon.
The waters rose to sink our hollow ground, but then all the friends we made in life were found. It's easier than what was said and done, so now ease your grip, forget the pendulum.
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Caleb Pogyor Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Terra, is a seven-track LP that is characterized by a quiet longing for the ground under our feet. What comes out of that longing is a different story. The album is a layered cake of sound—lush, ethereal vocals spread over songs that oscillate between a jazzy pensiveness and a grungy, reckless abandon. ... more
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