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GLYPH TRIP
04:24
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t̸o̷ ̷a̶l̸l̴ ̶t̵h̵e̷ ̴p̶e̵r̷s̸o̷n̵s̶ ̴p̶u̶t̶ ̴a̴ ̷w̷o̴r̸d̴ ̷u̴p̸o̸n̷ ̴a̷ ̶p̶a̶g̵e̶
̷t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̵d̴a̴n̷c̷e̴ ̷u̵p̵o̸n̴ ̵a̴ ̷b̶l̷a̶d̴e̶ ̵f̶o̵r̶ ̴w̴h̸o̴m̷ ̶t̶h̶e̴y̶ ̴w̸o̴u̷l̸d̵ ̸e̴x̴p̶l̸a̴i̷n̸
̴w̷h̷e̴n̵ ̸n̴o̶ ̵t̴w̵o̸ ̶p̸e̷r̴s̷o̷n̶ ̸w̶o̸u̷l̵d̷'̷v̶e̷ ̴h̸e̸a̸r̵d̷ ̵t̴h̵e̴ ̵w̸o̴r̸d̵ ̵t̸h̷e̴ ̸s̵a̴m̸e̴
̷i̷t̷'̶s̴ ̴c̶r̶a̴z̴e̸d̵.̸.̴.̷ ̶t̷h̷e̷y̴ ̵r̵u̴n̶ ̸i̴n̶ ̵a̴ ̴m̶a̸z̵e̸ ̴t̸h̶e̶y̴ ̸h̸a̶n̷g̶ ̸i̷n̶ ̴a̴ ̴c̸a̷g̴e̴
̷
̴f̸o̸r̴ ̶a̷l̴l̶ ̸t̷h̴e̵ ̷w̷o̶r̶l̵d̶ ̶i̵s̶ ̶s̸y̶n̷t̵a̴c̶t̴i̷c̴a̸l̸ ̴a̶n̵d̵ ̶s̴t̵r̸a̶n̶g̵e̵
̶h̸y̵s̷t̶e̸r̷i̶a̵ ̵a̷n̷d̶ ̵r̶a̵g̷e̴ ̴a̸n̴d̷ ̵w̷o̶r̶s̶e̵ ̸f̶r̸o̸m̷ ̸w̴h̵i̸c̵h̷ ̷i̷t̷'̷s̷ ̵m̷a̶d̶e̶
̵a̷n̸d̸ ̵n̵o̵w̵ ̵y̶o̸u̶ ̸l̷i̵v̶e̵ ̸t̶h̵e̶ ̶d̸e̸c̶i̷s̷i̷o̴n̸s̶ ̵t̶h̷a̸t̸ ̸y̵o̵u̶ ̷m̸a̶k̶e̷
̸t̸h̴e̵ ̵p̷h̶r̷a̶s̷e̷s̶ ̴t̸h̵a̷t̴ ̷y̷o̶u̶ ̵s̸p̶a̸k̸e̸ ̸o̶n̷ ̵a̸ ̵t̸e̶l̷e̷s̴c̶o̴p̵i̸n̸g̷ ̵s̸t̷a̷g̸e̷
̷
̵o̸h̸,̴ ̸t̷h̵e̵r̷e̴ ̷y̵o̵u̷ ̷g̴o̴ ̴a̶g̸a̸i̵n̴
̸i̵ ̸g̶i̶v̸e̸ ̴i̷n̷ ̷w̷i̴t̵h̵o̶u̵t̶ ̷a̸ ̸q̵u̸e̷s̶t̶i̴o̴n̴
̶d̶o̴n̴'̶t̴ ̸b̸e̴ ̷s̶h̵y̵ ̴c̴o̸m̶e̸ ̵o̸n̴ ̷a̷n̸d̵ ̷l̴e̵t̴ ̴i̶t̶ ̷w̷r̸i̸t̵h̵e̴
̷t̵s̸k̵ ̷t̴s̴k̴ ̶y̸o̴u̶ ̴b̴e̷e̵n̵ ̷c̷a̷u̴g̴h̸t̴ ̷i̶n̵ ̷a̵ ̴t̶r̷i̶p̴
̴
̸o̴h̴ ̸w̴h̸y̵ ̸w̶a̷i̷t̵ ̷o̶n̸ ̷l̶i̷n̵e̸s̶
̸ ̷w̵h̷o̶'̷s̷ ̶g̷o̴n̵n̴a̴ ̸t̶a̵k̸e̵ ̸t̶h̸a̵t̵ ̵w̵e̶i̴g̸h̴t̴
̸ ̵ ̸w̶e̶l̸l̷ ̴e̷v̴e̸r̸y̴b̵o̸d̵y̴ ̶t̶h̴i̵n̴k̶ ̵t̵h̵e̶y̶ ̶r̸i̸g̵h̴t̸
̴ ̵ ̵ ̴i̸ ̸t̴h̵o̷u̵g̷h̴t̶ ̸h̴i̴s̸ ̶l̶i̸p̵s̸ ̸w̴e̵r̵e̶ ̸h̶i̵s̸ ̸n̷o̸s̵e̶
̴ ̸ ̷ ̴ ̶a̴n̴d̷ ̸h̵i̵s̸ ̷n̶o̵s̷e̵ ̸w̴h̸e̸r̸e̸ ̴h̴i̸s̸ ̵e̷y̵e̸s̸ ̴b̸u̶t̸
̵ ̷ ̷ ̶ ̶ ̴i̸t̴'̵s̶ ̸s̷o̸m̸e̷t̴h̴i̷n̸ ̸t̷h̷a̷t̶ ̷y̴o̷u̶ ̸n̴e̷v̵e̴r̵ ̸s̵e̶e̵ ̴t̶w̵i̵c̵e̴
̸ ̴ ̷ ̵ ̴ ̵ ̵i̶ ̴w̵a̷s̷ ̸j̷u̷s̵t̸ ̶r̶i̸c̴k̶e̶t̶i̶n̸g̵ ̸s̸t̵i̵c̵k̸i̸n̸g̶ ̴t̴h̴i̶s̵ ̷m̷o̸m̵e̸n̶t̵ ̸i̴n̵ ̸t̴i̵m̷e̸
̵e̷v̸e̵r̸y̷t̴h̵i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̸s̵ ̴s̸o̶ ̵f̶u̴c̵k̴i̵n̸g̵ ̷p̷o̸i̶n̸t̴l̷e̴s̶s̶
̷d̵o̷n̴ ̸m̵a̵k̶e̴ ̷m̴e̵ ̸g̵o̵ ̵r̴i̸g̶h̸t̶ ̶c̸l̶i̷c̴k̷ ̶a̴n̴d̴ ̸e̸n̵d̵ ̸t̷h̵i̴s̵ ̷g̶o̵e̷s̸ ̸o̵n̴ ̶a̵n̸d̶ ̶o̴n̴
̶
̸o̷h̶,̵ ̶t̴h̸e̶r̸e̴ ̴y̸o̵u̴ ̵g̷o̴ ̴a̷g̷a̴i̸n̸
̶i̵ ̷g̵i̸v̸e̸ ̵i̸n̵,̵ ̶t̵h̴e̸r̶e̸'̶s̶ ̴n̸o̴ ̸u̷s̴e̴ ̶f̴i̴g̵h̴t̶i̵n̴
̵d̵o̷n̷'̷t̶ ̵b̶e̵ ̴s̷h̴y̴,̴ ̴c̴o̷m̵e̶ ̵o̵n̴ ̴n̵o̶w̵ ̴l̷e̶t̵ ̸i̸t̵ ̵f̶r̶y̴
̴t̸s̷k̷ ̸t̴s̷k̵ ̷y̸o̵u̵ ̸b̴e̴e̷n̶ ̵c̴a̶u̶g̴h̴t̶ ̸i̵n̵ ̴a̵ ̷t̵r̶i̸p̵
̴
̴O̴ ̷W̸ ̸W̷ ̸ ̸ ̷ ̸i̶ ̸s̵e̷e̷n̸ ̸t̸h̴e̴m̸ ̵b̶u̷r̶n̴i̵n̷ ̴i̷ ̶s̴e̸e̴n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̸m̶ ̸b̸u̴r̵n̷i̵n̴
̵ ̸ ̵ ̶ ̷ ̷ ̶ ̸W̵ ̸ ̴W̴ ̴ ̶i̵ ̴s̶e̵e̵n̶ ̷t̵h̷e̵m̶ ̷b̸u̵r̴n̶i̸n̸ ̷o̴u̴t̵
̸ ̷ ̶ ̴ ̵ ̶ ̴ ̴ ̷ ̵ ̷ ̴ ̷ ̷ ̵W̶
̷l̴a̶y̴ ̵d̸o̸w̴n̸ ̸y̵o̵u̵r̶ ̸a̴r̸m̷s̴ ̵a̷h̸ ̸t̷h̶e̶ ̷p̴e̵o̶p̷l̷e̵ ̷w̶h̶o̸ ̸w̴o̴u̸l̴d̷ ̸t̸a̵k̶e̸
̶t̷h̴e̸i̶r̶ ̶b̸l̷a̷d̴e̵s̴ ̴a̸g̴a̴i̶n̷s̶t̶ ̵t̵h̶e̷ ̵w̶e̷i̸g̵h̴t̸,̵ ̴t̷h̷e̶r̶e̴'̷s̵ ̴n̴o̴t̷h̸i̷n̸ ̷g̸o̸n̵n̸a̴ ̵c̶h̴a̷n̶g̴e̷
̵w̴h̷e̴r̸e̴ ̸n̸o̴ ̵t̵w̴o̵ ̸p̷e̵a̸s̷a̷n̴t̷s̵ ̴w̸o̵u̴l̴d̴a̵ ̴r̴e̶a̶d̸ ̶y̶o̷u̷r̴ ̸w̸o̶r̶d̷s̴ ̶t̷h̴e̵ ̵s̶a̷m̸e̷
̷u̴n̷l̶e̴s̸s̷ ̶t̴h̴e̶y̴'̵r̶e̶ ̶r̵u̴n̶n̸i̸n̵g̶ ̵i̴n̶ ̵a̷ ̵m̴a̸z̶e̷ ̵t̵h̴e̴y̵ ̷w̴o̸u̵l̶d̴ ̶h̸a̵n̷g̵ ̶i̶n̷ ̵t̴h̷e̸i̶r̵ ̸o̵w̸n̶ ̸c̷a̴g̷e̸ ̴a̷n̷d̸ ̴t̸h̶e̸y̵ ̵w̵o̶u̶l̷d̷ ̵k̷n̷o̵w̵
̵
̶t̵h̸e̸r̸e̶ ̷y̷o̸u̶ ̷g̴o̵ ̸a̷g̴a̷i̵n̶
̶i̵ ̶g̵i̷v̸e̴ ̸i̷n̴ ̷t̶h̸e̵r̷e̷'̴s̷ ̷n̴o̶ ̴u̵s̶e̵ ̷f̷i̸g̸h̸t̵i̴n̸g̶
̶d̷o̵n̸'̵t̵ ̷b̵e̴ ̷s̸h̵y̶,̷ ̸c̸o̷m̸e̷ ̴o̶n̵ ̵a̵n̸d̴ ̴l̷e̷t̸ ̸i̸t̸ ̷r̸i̸d̴e̴
̸t̵s̵k̴ ̶t̶s̸k̴ ̶y̵o̵u̶'̶l̶l̷ ̸b̵e̴ ̵c̶a̴u̴g̵h̶t̵ ̸i̶n̴ ̴a̸ ̶t̸r̷i̷p̴
̵
̸n̸o̴w̸ ̶w̴a̵t̷c̶h̷ ̸h̸i̸m̶,̶ ̴a̵s̴ ̷h̴e̷ ̸h̸a̶n̸g̸s̷ ̸o̸f̷f̷ ̶t̷h̶e̶ ̴e̵d̶g̸e̶
̸h̵e̴ ̶m̸a̶y̷ ̴n̷e̶v̷e̶r̶ ̷g̵e̵t̷ ̴b̸a̶c̸k̵
̶n̷o̶w̷'̸s̶ ̵y̵o̷u̴r̸ ̶c̸h̶a̶n̶c̴e̷ ̶t̷o̵ ̴s̶t̶a̷n̸d̸ ̸a̶b̴o̸v̵e̷ ̵a̶n̴d̵ ̷l̴a̶u̷g̷h̶
̴w̶h̶e̸n̵ ̵y̵o̵u̴ ̵w̵a̷k̷e̶ ̵o̶n̸ ̵t̶h̴e̷ ̴c̵u̷t̶t̵i̶n̶g̴ ̸r̴o̴o̸m̷ ̴f̸l̸o̴o̵r̶
̷y̶o̷u̶'̶r̴e̴ ̵n̷o̵t̷ ̴i̶n̷ ̶t̸h̴e̸ ̵p̴i̴c̷t̷u̵r̵e̶ ̷(̶l̵i̵k̴e̵ ̷y̸o̴u̸ ̴w̵e̴r̸e̶ ̶b̴e̵f̶o̷r̴e̵)̸
̸y̸o̴u̴ ̴m̴a̶k̸e̶ ̷t̸h̵i̶s̶ ̵w̴o̴r̴l̵d̸ ̴s̸i̸c̶k̷ ̷&̸ ̵y̸o̴u̸'̵r̴e̶ ̴l̷e̶t̸t̷i̴n̷g̵ ̶l̶o̸o̷s̶e̸ ̵y̸o̵u̷r̸ ̴t̸i̶c̵k̶
̸y̴o̵u̵'̷l̷l̵ ̴k̷n̵o̷w̴ ̸a̷l̶l̸ ̸y̵o̴u̶r̴ ̴l̷i̷f̵e̸ ̶y̸o̷u̶'̶l̵l̶ ̴b̴e̵ ̷c̴a̸u̵g̸h̵t̷ ̴i̵n̷ ̶a̵ ̴t̶r̸i̶p̵
̶
̸
̴
̷
̷t̶h̸e̶r̷e̵ ̷y̵o̴u̸ ̵g̵o̴
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SHE TURNS TO SOIL
04:28
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over time...
we all break down...
wallow out into the mire
ghosties roam breathe in the loam
and drag me down
into the snow
there she lay out in the clay
lose your head wake up the dead
and free yourself
from your bones
she turns to soil
yes, she turns to soil
over time...
she's gone
where oh where so long
[[ clk, zzt, brr, shkt-shkt ]]
everything you'll ever say
and what you know
and all you can name will slip away...
the earth's a grave; but
watch all life dance on the knives
underground soaked gowns don't boil
yeah, she turns to soil
yes, she turns to soil...
over time
she's gone
where oh where so long ?
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NINJINSKY STROKE
02:24
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p̸i̸c̴t̶u̵r̷e̴ ̷y̶o̸u̸r̶s̴e̶l̸f̵ ̸b̸u̵r̷n̴i̶n̴ ̶o̸u̶t̶
̵i̷n̴ ̴a̷ ̴h̵o̷s̴t̶i̶l̷e̵ ̵w̸o̴r̸l̶d̷
̴w̸i̵t̴h̴ ̸n̵o̵ ̶w̵a̸y̸ ̷t̶o̶ ̸e̸x̷p̷r̷e̴s̶s̵ ̷y̷o̶u̸r̴ ̴b̵o̶r̶e̵d̸o̴m̴
̴
̷s̸a̷c̴k̶e̵d̵ ̸o̷n̵ ̶a̷l̸l̴ ̶s̸i̴d̶e̷s̴ ̶b̷y̶ ̸a̶ ̸s̵c̶r̸e̸e̸n̶
̵n̸o̶w̷ ̶y̴o̴u̴ ̶s̷o̷u̴n̸d̸ ̴l̵i̸k̶e̷ ̵m̵e̸
̵a̶n̸d̸ ̷i̸ ̵d̷o̵n̷'̶t̴ ̵e̴n̶v̸y̴ ̵t̸h̴a̷t̶,̵ ̸i̴ ̸k̶n̸o̴w̴ ̶n̶o̷w̴
̶
̶i̷ ̵c̷a̴n̷'̶t̴ ̴t̸r̵u̶s̴t̷ ̶y̶o̶u̸
̶a̶l̶t̵h̴o̶u̶g̵h̴ ̴i̶ ̵t̷e̸l̸l̷ ̴t̴h̴e̵ ̶w̸o̷r̷l̶d̴
̷i̴ ̶l̵o̶v̶e̵d̶ ̸y̵o̷u̷
̵
̶h̷o̴w̵ ̸m̴a̴n̴y̸ ̸l̷i̸v̷e̶s̶ ̵c̶a̶n̶ ̵y̸o̵u̵ ̸l̷e̴a̵d̴
̶b̶e̷f̵o̷r̸e̵ ̶y̷o̵u̵ ̶l̵o̸s̸e̸ ̵t̴r̷a̴c̵k̷ ̶o̶f̴ ̸y̵o̴u̵r̷s̴e̶l̵f̷ ̷a̸n̷d̵ ̴a̸l̶l̷ ̸t̶i̵m̴e̶
̴i̴t̸'̴s̴ ̷q̴u̸i̸c̵k̶s̷a̸n̸d̶
̶
̸n̸o̷,̶ ̴i̴t̶'̴s̸ ̶a̸ ̵s̸i̶g̴n̷
̸a̴n̸d̶ ̴m̵y̷ ̴b̸r̷a̸i̸n̶ ̷i̴s̷ ̷c̵h̷a̵n̸g̴i̸n̵
̴h̷o̶w̶ ̶m̵a̵n̶y̵ ̴t̷i̶m̸e̷s̵ ̸c̶a̸n̶ ̸y̸o̵u̶ ̴r̶i̷p̸ ̸t̷h̸e̵ ̴s̵t̴r̵o̶k̸e̸s̴ ̷o̷f̷f̴?̵
̵
̶i̵ ̵c̸a̴n̸'̷t̵ ̶t̶r̴u̸s̵t̷ ̴y̴o̴u̴
̷a̶l̵t̸h̷o̴u̷g̸h̶ ̵i̷ ̵t̶e̸l̸l̸ ̴t̶h̵e̷ ̸w̵o̵r̷l̵d̶
̶i̷ ̷l̴o̶v̵e̵ ̷y̵o̷u̸
̸
̵.̷.̴.̷
̸
̴i̶ ̸k̴n̶o̶w̴
̷
̵i̵ ̷c̶a̸n̴'̶t̶ ̸t̶r̴u̷s̶t̶ ̵y̴o̶u̷
̶n̶o̶w̷ ̴i̶
̴k̴n̸o̸w̵ ̵i̵t̴ ̵n̴o̴w̷ ̸t̸h̶a̴t̵
̷i̵ ̴c̵a̷n̵'̷t̷ ̸b̵e̸l̴i̷e̶v̴e̴ ̵y̶o̸u̶
̸t̶h̸o̵u̶g̷h̸ ̴i̶ ̸k̶n̸o̶w̶ ̴y̸o̸u̶'̸r̸e̵ ̶i̸n̴ ̶p̶a̸i̸n̵
̷i̸t̸'̴s̴ ̷o̸v̸e̶r̴
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GHOSTFLY
04:29
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BLAST YOUR WAY
03:22
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i remember feeling safe!
i could not know before too late
that once it's gone, it's fully gone!
just like a fish out of water
besieged with anxiety and fodder
i know this is my world! but not my home!?
oh, i was seized! had questions on my beliefs!
i cannot live this shit life in peace!
the facts don't mean jack shit!
and that's it! you forced quit!
that's big risk...
and how bout this:
you're wasting your time
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7. |
A SEMBLANCE OF CONTROL
04:54
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8. |
DRIFT
04:55
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9. |
TOYFRIEND
02:34
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want to tell everyone a story. dim the lights please.
wanna lighten the mood for you guys a little bit
(IN THE BACK CAN WE DIM THE LIGHTS)
first two lines
first two lines
you gotta dapt to the changin waves
who me? i could live off of acid for days, of course
but now my toyfriend's back
he's higher than ever
he got four months sober
he's a real go-getter
he's a fireman's bizarre
in the everyman weather
he's a certififed whackadoo
wit cover letter
he's a village to sack -- hey -- that's what you lack! <3
(middle of song goes here)
she's on a permanent vacation! she's got a knack for bad vibrations!
ooh he's a junkie and a nomad (before she kiss im wit that squad badge, oh ho!)
and now her toyfriend's back -- he's comin to town
and he'll be WALKIN OUT THAT DOOR with what ain't tied down (oh ho!)
he said he's tired of me coppin his style
i said i ain't seen you vogue in awhile
but here's your village to sack -- hey -- that's what they like! ^o^ oh yeah.
o=O;
PLEASE, ah don't
don't
PLEASE ooOOooh don't hurt me now
PLEASE a-doin't a doint
PLEASE you can take what you want
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10. |
THE SMOKE YOU HIDE
05:25
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ah, the smoke you hide is yours...
but soon it overtakes your whole world
i know there must be something lingers on...
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