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Faustian Bargain
04:01
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You'll never be anyone going anywhere worth anything
And how does that make you feel?
It don't bother me can't you see I'm sitting here thinking up identities
I'm happy to be anyone but me
And, I don't really love you but I really love that you love me
Oh and I, could care less but I really care that you care
I know that it's wrong but it doesn't really make it less funny
I still wanna be a star and a singer and an artist and a saint / rich / loved slash my throat
And watch the droll rain out with the blood
Lose a little bit of levity to lighten the load
Having a problem is the first step to admitting you have one
Fame for caustic jargon is a Faustian bargain yah that's for sure
Now watch your life in its entirety unfold
Use a little bit of brevity too
Selling your soul's only an option if you're lucky to have one
Fame for caustic jargon is a Faustian bargain yah that's for sure
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Immolator
04:25
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Walking around on the sides of my feet
So the gum of my shoes doesn't fuse to the street
When all that you touch turns to dust at your feet
All is clean, all is clean, all is clean, all is clean
I’m staring into the face of the sun
So when I close my eyes he is always inside me
I don't feel bad for the damage he's done
‘cause I know when his are closed he can see my face
Burning too, burning through
“THE WORLD’S A FIERY HELL”, the talking head said on TV
As the candle by the window starts to climb the drapery
I let the things I love reduce to soot and smoldering ash
‘cause then how could I be sad if I'm the one who lit the match?
The fire is mine
I know of a place where nothing can ever happen wrong
Walls have eyes; they scream and cry inside the panopticon
Never waver, Immolator, return to the Mother Carbon
Look for the truth, live for the fire, rip open your knees
and leave with a wide smile as you're passing on...
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Sunday Drive
04:09
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I'm going for a Sunday drive
never as happy as this moment
think of all the shit I've tried to feel as simple as I do now
what a waste of time
And I'm not focused on the road
cause I can't stop looking in the mirror
and not because hindsight is clearer
picked my nose and hit a light post
what a way to go
I wait in line at the pearly gate
the doorman asked me how I got here
I said, "I drove" but he didn't laugh
showed me right back down that path
and I woke up in my car
I went for a Sunday drive
never as happy as that moment
in the end at least I tried to feel as simple as I did then
I'm playing so hard to want
like gum you've chewed for too long
something you loved that's now tasteless
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Droll Tucson, Arizona
Droll rolls through deserted landscapes of forgotten, 90's alt and underground sounds sifting fragments of melody for a sweeping mosaic that grabs you by the shirt collars and leaves you with a soft kiss on the forehead.
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