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Weave 1
04:52
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I'm just a slob with my hand in my pants
I work hard at my job, but I can't pay the rent
I'm a slave to my circumstance, so what else can I do?
When I get home, I commence to sleep,
My teeth are tightly clenched, but my breathing is deep
My body is exhausted, so what else can I do?
I just lapse into a dream of a comfortable world of goo
This world is glutted with illiterate creeps
They all pay their taxes and they drive half asleep
But I'm just a citizen, so what else can I do?
I hide in my attic when the cattle-horn sounds
They all march together to the slaughtering grounds
It's an organized system, so what else should they do?
They just lapse into a dream of a comfortable world of goo
The atmosphere on fire, and the cities fall down
We clutch our plastic spoons with our heads in the ground
But we all burn together so what else can we do?
And long past the end of this narcissist race
This old Earth collapses and it dies into space
And it's ultimately meaningless, so what else should we do?
We just lapse into a dream of a comfortable world of goo
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Forbidden Grounds
03:38
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As we infiltrate on forbidden grounds
And we squint our eyes to withstand the sound
And we clutch the air, and we scan the skies
And we shrink away from disapproving eyes
And we wince again from the twinging of
The ghost limbs of
The amputated bits we never had
And the pulley rope raises our torsos high
And we shout aloud as we touch the sky
And we grit our teeth and re-attach our belts
As we perch upon our prosthetic stilts
And we wince again from the twinging of
The ghost limbs of
The amputated bits we never had
And we scurry through the forgotten rooms
And they'll never steal our silver pantaloons
And we've clawed a path deep within these walls
And our laughter rings in these empty halls
And we wince again from the twinging of
The ghost limbs of
The amputated bits we never had
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Tilting Floor
04:52
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Tiny creature, do not cry
You will perish, by and by
Come the time for you to go
Chances are you'll never know
Running from the Giant Eye
Trapped beneath an endless sky
If you wish to make it go,
Hold your breath and close your nose
Cast a stone into the blue
The Voice Inside will ask of you
"You recall, what did you know
Before you were an embryo?"
Sliding on a tilting floor,
You fall out through an open door
The world resumes its silent fugue
As the void does swallow you
Tiny creature, do not cry
You will perish, by and by
Come the time for you to go
Chances are you'll never know
And when they plant you in the earth
Be sure you've got your money's worth
And if you climb out of that hole,
Chances are they'll never know
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Optimism
05:53
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We face the threshold of the day
Dead-eyed, impotent and grey
Our consciousness withers away
Withers away, withers away
And so, we wander and we stray
Padding out our empty days
Until we cease and fade away
And fade away and fade away
And as we wallow in our piss
Seeking out our only bliss
A ripe old age and reminisce
We reminisce, we reminisce
And so, we languish and we die
While looking down from distant skies
A vigilant electric eye
Electric eye, electric
And can you smother your dismay
And camouflage the slow decay
We reinforce the masquerade
And count the pennies that we've saved
An can you say why you persist
All occupations purposeless
A rationale why you exist
Do you exist? Do you exist?
An are you actively employed
All aspirations now destroyed
A tiny sound snuffed by the noise
The endless noise, the endless noise
And did you ever find a way
To freeze the muscles on your face
So that the populace will say
How satisfied you look today
And have you formed an argument
To justify the time you spend
Consuming paste and sucking in
All of the air you should expend
And can you hear the battle-cry?
An insubstantial feeble sigh
Timid, we whisper our good-byes
As we embrace, curl up and die
And on his throne above the din
The evil grinning Monkey King
Surveys his empire of sin
His yellow teeth shine through his grin
And in this sea of empty minds
Still standing tall, with severed spines
A callous joke between the lines
Between the lines, between the lines
And after all the blood is spilt
And as the rays begin to melt
All of the structures that we've built
Convert to silt, convert to silt
And all our failures and our joys
Now long forgotten or destroyed
The planet fades into the void
Into the void, Into the
If you think it's rathe vague
All our effort turned to clay
Will you swallow back your rage?
Or sing your songs within your cage?
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Weave 2
05:09
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Magic Machine
04:15
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We are not here to advocate
Nor do we mean to agitate
There is no need to explicate
We only ask that you cognate
We are not here to entertain
Nor do we mean to cause you pain
There are no things we call profane
Nor any depths we won't attain
We do not want to suffocate
The years have made us insensate
We tried our best to innovate
There is no need to detonate
And as we drain our lives away
Our heads above the grim melee
There are no words you can unsay
Please close your mind and drift away
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Weave 3
03:25
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Song of The Worms
06:56
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The Silent Moon
04:54
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And when we take off our clothes
We intertwine in repose
And if they haul us away
Will we dissent or obey
Will we wail and croon
At the Silent Moon
Out of tune
And if they pry off our flesh
Will we reply with finesse
"You have not wiped out the lewd
You've simply made us more nude"
Will we wail and croon
At the Silent Moon
Out of tune
if they find us unchaste
Will they still grind us to paste
Will we discover in our state
A cunning means to copulate
Will we wail and croon
At the Silent Moon
Out of tune
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Body
00:17
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