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It’s Mr's Magpies
Garden of evil-doers
Do you like me?
We’ll prove it
Let me know
I’ll plant your flowers
Take care of your elders
I just want to be your friend
I’m by your side
Whether you’re laughing or crying
Because us evil-doers
Always have a band that were friends with
And I just want to partake in these parties that end with
Throwing all our sins in a bag
And eating them for breakfast
We’re really not that bad, Well
Stan killed his parents
But it’s not like that
We’re just a support group
For all of life’s bullshit
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Steady State//Styrofoam
06:59
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We’re getting used to
Staying up too late
We’re falling into a
steady state and it feels great
Not unusual
But a little strange
Getting used to
the idea that it’s ok to feel this way
We’re folding up the leaves again As we
put them into boxes
Hold my hand a breathe in
Flush away the toxins
Oh our minds will rearrange
In this steady state
Leave some space
For silence and self reflection
Making note of life’s every imperfection
as you sit and stare into the sun
as long as you can let it
Burn your retinas
Hoping to blind and forget
But your minds eyes already blind
When you close the physical side
You’re in a cavern miles wide
Feeling alone but you’re not alone
feeling alone but you’re not alone
Try and find a home when you already know you’re home
Cant scry past the styrofoam
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The styrofoam
It doesn’t have
A home it grows
When we leave it alone
Treatment unknown
It just sits and grows
This styrofoam
In the ocean
We’re all going to
Swim (with the fishes)
Oh shit
(With the fishes)
Since we’ve been kids
(With the fishes)
They came
And conquered
No regard
for life’s worth
a crusade
For god blessed us
But the us was vague and now sits with a trust fund
Funded by us
Disconnect
work for a wage
Work your life away
Until you just don’t know who to blame
It bizarre
Your anger, rage,
misplaced
By a taste of your medicine
the flavor of pain
That’s being felt every damn day
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Hi, Hello, How are you?
02:10
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Hi. Hello. How are you?
Are you a broken robot too?
Formal greeting sound like beep beep boop
Say your fine and keep on walking through (sorry)
Don’t apologize for you
It’s been a while
Since I’ve seen a smile
Been a minute
But I’m living with it
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5. |
Can't Be Found
04:53
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6. |
Easy as Belong
03:03
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Unnamed
Uncomfortable
In chains
And a muzzle
Cracked scales
used to shine in the elements
Now their energy is drained
by spikes in the abdomen
It’s a shame
Such majesty
Speaking in drones to my head telepathically
Knowing it can’t be freed
Saying
save me
Save me
Retreat
Try to hold on
Though you feel lost
The magic remains
The world's not gone though it’s been long
Since you’ve been out from your cage
You reach out to god
Though you were one
Praised by the ones who loved you
Drained
By the
Ignorant And self-involved saying
it’s as easy as belong
They sit there on their thrones
And make the rules just what they want
And say that it’s as easy as being
It’s easy to look back but then it’s gone
Will I
Hold on
To life
For long
Or have I
Been wrong
And I belong
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7. |
Steep in the Silence
05:47
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Our silhouette rests softly on the wall
The light refracted
by a simple shade, our hands make a vignette
Something simple a butterfly
better yet how about a dog to bark
that we can pet, forget
the silence
since we’ve got a new best friend
forget the winter
Now that we’re comforted
when the seasons change
Refrain
Take a second to
Step outside and shiver
Let it melt a loss away
We assume
They’ll Always be waiting
Crows cut you loose
Confiscated
No use
I’m feeling vacant
Try to find another root
But my heart can’t take it
Now we’re vacant
But you bring me back
These friends I’ve had
A symphony one afternoon as I draw a bath
something simple like a butterfly
Better yet how bout a cat
Who’s claws would dig into our backs
Remind me that
Oh I got a new best friend and
can steep in the silence when I need it
Oh and when the seasons change
Refrain take a second to
step outside and shiver
We assume
They’ll always be waiting
By the crows cut you loose
Confiscated
No use
Oh I’m feeling vacant
Try to find a way to you
I just need to be patient
Or take it
It seems a bit too quiet
Seems a little bit too quiet
Knees weak as the walls start crying
We should be tearing them down
They’ll never tear them down
We sit and plead on the ground
The rubble they’re trying to sell
It seems a bit too quiet
So used to the sound of sirens
In this silence
It seems to
Overwhelm
We’re losing sight just
Of ourselves
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8. |
Braingel
05:00
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Say some punk shit
Like I’m useless
But I don’t trust my brain much anyways
Feeling lucky
If I wake up
And I forget all the shit that my mind
Made
Up
And I’m
Giving it
Citations
Like a pig, I’m waiting
With weapons drawn
For the slightest movement
Or mistake
So I can shoot
Till my ego's gone
And I’ll
Try to be an angel
But that seems made up
Apropo
Of a priest who prayed
To try and save us
From problems made up
On their own
Oh
I bet you
Forgot about me
Cuz I forgot about you
It’s been far too long
Since our bodies were in the same
Room
Miss
You
And I’ll try to remind myself to keep on crossing calendar days
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Falling
03:02
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Seems it’s getting dark and I am falling
Faster than I knew but there’s no harm
In living like the way I did before we
Fell asleep the sheets became a swamp
Weary of the demons there before
Comfort was
Something unexpected
For us
Seems it’s getting dark and I am flying
Dressed up like a jester
wonder where the bells were coming from
Thought that I could learn who I was
From the eyes of
your love
How foolish that was
When we
Seemed to drift away from
cracks of fear and shame
that we’ve found our truths
Try and hideaway
From the trauma ingrained
in our minds since youth
But no our minds
They rearrange
And time
Brings change
Foliage falls
Bark remembers all
Writing down the days
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Lenses
03:21
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It’s a fount
Of mystery
And a lens through which you see
It’ll
Take you back
Take you back
Not the place but history
What was in this room
Many moons many moons
They would dance and swoon
Before then there way you
Staring right through me
Shocked at what you’ve seen
You said
Take it back
take it back
I miss the evergreens
Wheres my family
Can't stay
Complacent
Oh you know we’ve done wrong
Change it
Before it’s too long gone
Can't stay
Complacent
Oh you know We’ve done wrong
Change it
Before it’s too long gone
Too late it’s already gone
Many moons many moons
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11. |
Baby Steps
03:25
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Got to lower my
Expectations
Seem to find
They don’t make sense
Draw the line somewhere before my head
Overflows with fantasies make believe what might happen next
I’ll make up some coffee
When I’m leaving
In the morning
Been eating some porridge
Just right my locks are golden
It’s a secret (ahh)
oh that I’ve
been hoarding
When I worry I’m rewarded
So I stay up all night
And think about what could
Go wrong
But my stimulation for this situation just feels all off
I’m just driving g to a friend's house
To meet them for brunch
Got to lower my
Expectations
Seem to find
They don’t make sense
Draw the line somewhere before my head
Overflows with fantasies make believe what might happen next
Try to find what could go wrong it’s
Everything with some though
Now I can’t just shake it off
It’s all wrong it’s all wrong
Oh these minds
They’ll rearrange
In time
I’ll feel the same
Insane
But I’ll keep growing more and never waste away
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needed rest
reached out for that stimulant instead
While it drains the head
Just try (just try) and get rest (echo)
Reset
Reset
Silence felt
Who can’t be heard?
Birds song
Ghost of the future
Whipporwill
Ghost of a friend
Sung songs happen next
It’s an end
Take a step
Can't comprehend make a guess
guess again
empty head
reset
Just trying to grow
Raw energy here untapped flow
Build Shrines seeds sown
Alive
Just grow
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