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Interlude i
02:17
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Congratulations!
02:35
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i want the highest degree of separation!
i want to thicken my individuality, pick you out from my teeth
get a table and chair, just for me
all of you can get your own planet!
congratulations, congratulations
you're cut off from new situations
we are moving towards a singular being
our idea of what it looks like is strange
exploding fragments of eternity
derangement in total obscurity
we are moving towards a singular being
actually, we're already there!
but we're having such fun pretending
that we are separate, disconnected
so thicken your individuality, pick me out from your teeth
get a table and chair, just for you
guess i'll find my own planet, huh
so thicken your individuality, pick me out from your teeth
get a table and chair, just for you
guess i'll find my own planet, too
congratulations, congratulations
everything connects at nothing
congratulations, congratulations
everything connects at nothing
congratulations, congratulations
so get that haircut you've been wanting
congratulations, congratulations
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3. |
I Would Die For It
03:12
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in a dream, i drink clean water,
breathe clean air, see so much green
in a dream, my child’s running
in nameless grasses, blowing kisses
in a nightmare, the soil is barren
nothing to work with, nothing to grow
the water’s green, radioactive
even the cockroach wants to go
in a dream, i work the commune
i tend the garden that everyone seeds
in a dream, we sing in moonlight
we dance the dance that we dance when we're free
in a nightmare, we keep on chugging
traffic ends, in slow roll
we sucked her dry, tit of our mother
with no remorse, we look for another
in a dream, we’ve touched inside
part of us, desperately wants to live
she smiles, tears in her eyes,
she holds us, guides us, shows us what’s missing
in a nightmare, kindness doesn’t answer,
love wont pick up the ringing phone
there is no one who can give what they’ve got
to another who can’t live on their own
it’s a choice, a bastard of a choice
one that i adopt without deliberation
i choose the dream, the love without ending
unconditionally i would die for it
unconditionally i would die for it
unconditionally i would die for it
unconditionally i would die for it
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Dead Is Sticky
03:09
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dead is sticky, makes you feel icky
born in a time and place in a city
iron armor separates me from you
latex gloves grab and grope
la la la latex gloves grab and grope
and put you on a permanent record
dead is sticky, dead dead is sticky
descriptive word, dead, is sticky
it sticks to you when you get real sicky
ultra polarized way of living, sweetie
leather gloves smack and smile
la la la leather gloves smack and smile
and lock you up in jail for awhile
dead is sticky, dead is sticky
dead is sticky
dead is sticky, dead is sticky
what could be beautiful makes you feel icky
dead is sticky!
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5. |
Mad Online (Gem's Song)
07:40
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you exert so much energy, aim to control and confine
you see us in joy, laughing in tears,
the exact image of heaven
you can't believe your eyes cause, it's not how you thought it'd be
no you can't believe your eyes cause, it's not how you thought it'd be
so you keep your head down low, yeah you keep your head down low
yeah you're keeping your head so low
you create hell, due to shame you can't bear
your desire runs deep, its coming to you in your dreams
you're kissing your best friend right on the lips, oh!
you know you shouldn't want it but you want it so bad
so you keep your head down low, yeah you keep your head down low
yeah you're keeping your head so low
you make it the world's problem that
you can't love yourself for who you are
you can't love yourself for who you are
you can't love yourself for who you are
we love ourselves for who we are
we accept ourselves for who we are
we love you even if you can't love yourself for who you are
we love you even if you can't love yourself for who you are
mad online, you are mad online
i am laughing, while you're mad online
it must be so sad to be so angry all the time
me and my friends, we're laughing, laughing, laughing
we love you, we love you, we love you
we love you even if you can't love yourself for who you are
we love you
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