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The Deal
01:57
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anticipation, you’re face-picking, pacing
paper-chasing a fake carrot on a string
(attenuate) and you wait til the aching has faded
until you can’t feel a thing
but that’s the thing…
you still do
i cannot believe we’re even still conscious
self-destruction, you’re hustling for nothing
ain’t it just like a vein gushing until it’s fucking dry?
(ain’t it crushing?) when you realize the deal they been cutting
do you feel like they’re leaving you out here to fucking die?
i do, i do, i do
yeah we do what we got to
i cannot believe we’re even still conscious
born & raised & forced to behave
& subject to suffering in similar ways
i am fucking amazed we’re even still conscious
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2. |
Aurora
01:50
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with old age approaching
& psychosis foaming,
a new homestead he’s chosen
in this frozen wide open.
then the cloak lifts exposing
a city of winter with no spring,
discordant, dystopian.
in the blinding glare, the astringent air,
there’s no comfort, no coping.
discarded, he’s choking.
all that civilizes you is stripped away.
all that humanizes you is stripped away.
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Sugar & Salt
02:15
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can you smell the essence of desperation
down in the depths under disposition
hyper-correcting a scent that goddamn reeks
stuck in the muck trynna look for pleasure
hooked by the crooks and the candy peddlers
sugar & salt, pouty lips and boney cheeks
can you hear the sad in the absent chatter
rash to the fact that the fact don’t matter
matter of fact, dissatisfaction guaranteed
grasp to the something that adds to nothing
we don’t give a fuck about the lack of function
sugar & salt, you got everything you need
get it til you got it then you throw it away (got it all, ba-da-dop bop bop)
you took too much offense and forgot to pay
more attention than you could afford anyway
sugar & salt, all they ever wanted
sugar & salt, you got everything they need
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