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You've drowned in your spit.
Living your dream.
So hollow, so demure.
Such a self loathing, self deprecating machine.
This is how you came to be.
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Your pornography is therapy for the young.
We watch and they learn.
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We've created these little machines.
Programmed for lust.
Beware.
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Your body becomes our nightmare, for their desires.
Their exploitation is our hunger, you're all alone.
Your body becomes their nightmare, you've poisoned the young.
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You've poisoned the young.
No more.
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Child.
(No more)
Child
(Beware)
Child
(You're no more)

(10) SUGAR SKULL
Hide yourself.

To find yourself.

Disappear.

You ran for miles.

To lose yourself.

To find yourself.

Come home.

You ran for miles.
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The sun was black with humor.
Disgusted at the very sight of your failings.
A desperation only comes for the depressed in its time of need to savor the change.
You shed that skin before you can even recognize yourself.
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You better find yourself.
Before you forget what its like to feel numb.
Give in to those beliefs that held you down for so long.
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Can you taste the discomfort?
Was it worth the wait?
Just wait.
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Are you still looking for the answers?
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Are you lost? Are you running away from everything you ever were?
You're running around in that dirty little mind, looking for a friend.
No one's there.
Are you still lost? Can you still taste yourself in that dream you never had?
You keep looking around in that dirty little mind, searching for a friend.
No one ever comes.
Are you following that same road that leads you down to nowhere?
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We are all question marks in the land of confusion.

(11) ANIMALS IN THE WALLS lyrics by Doc and Clint
Somewhere out there it is safe.
There is a comfort in the form of silhouettes showcased on streets with bare teeth.
Obscure versions of unknown escapism.
Drugs for the youth. Routines for the bored. Happy returns for the lost.
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More relief for sedated youth please.
More disease for American dreams.
Its never enough to be everything.
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Bare your teeth.
Slip into the cracks of the streets.
Young and abused. Disaffected and satisfied. TV screens with missing faces. Innocence is only substance.
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Bare your teeth.
Its what they need to see.
Bare your teeth.
Feed.
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More relief for our sedated youth please.
More disease for our American dreams.
Its never enough to be anything.
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(Doc says shit.....)
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Lead the way.
Light my way.
(Doc screams shit)
Lead the way.
Light my way.
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And the light took us apart.

(13) FLOWER MOUTH
A hollow dream.
I design.
I desire.
To breed.
To become swollen.
Sharp teeth on leather skin.
Disguised and misguided.
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Depictions of skin walkers deceive and premature with regret.
Out of tune, soft shelled teenage bodies, pulled apart and strewn across the landscape.
So unfortunate.
Its what we've become.
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(Chris screams ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!)
Exposed in the lights of lust.
Naked and bare.
Swarming hands covering the young.
Old skin replacing the new.
Claws conceiving children without youth.
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Feed them recovery. There's no recovery from this.
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Art is not an escape.
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Lonely lives ending lonely. There's no recovery from being forgotten.
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We're inside. We're inside. Wet with pride.

(14) DREADNAUGHT (OR THE IMPLAUSIBILITY OF PROCESSED THOUGHT)
And then you wake up and you feel drawn into this kind of conservative pharmaceutical eroticism that you've created for yourself.
You know the type.
Floor's covered with escapism.
Stitched together with hopes and fantasies.
You are the type.
The list includes:
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Sleep slicers, anti-depressant decompressors, brain blossoms, confidence caplets, anxiety assimilators, (lucid dreamers), emotional let downers (the kind shaped like question marks), temperamental typhoid's, yellow tinged apathy swallowers.
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You could confuse the morning routines for redundancy.
Peer pressured doses of fluid exchanges with fellow pill-pushers and sleep-dispensers converging on the dim lit depraved sidewinder streets like homesick fornicators breeding and frothing at the mouth.
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In this mechanical something city.
Still ripe.
(Sedation passengers. Sleep dispensers.)
In this mechanical something city.
Still ripe.
(Scum alleyways. Polluted parkways.)
Clouds separating. Vomiting with no passing sense of reality.
(Doc screams shit)
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Still ripe.
We're the victims of social sobriety.

(WE'RE BORN TO DIE YOUNG)

(15) TO BE SWALLOWED BY THE INFINITE BLUE lyrics by Doc, Chris, and Clint
Doc says:
(Away on an unknown sea.
All fish were hollow.
All swam at me.)
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Me says:
Awake into the blue void.
Deep into the unknown.
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Such are shadows illuminating across the sea.
Carrying withered arms through the shore.
We dress as contemporaries not wholly considered.
Death to the believers of our social incentives.
Beneath this cold blue whisper of light.
We sink.
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Sink into the sea of regret.
Disappear into the abyss.
Never to return.
Always to be forgotten.
Pulling me through the grain.
Born again.
Conditioned.
Sedated.
Controlled.
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You saw them.
Take hold.
You let them.
Drown us all.
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We swear that we'll end it.
We've come down.
We've burnt out.
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No control.
(Doc screams shit.)
No control.
(Doc screams shit.)
Control.