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Algorithm
04:43
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I fell in love with an algorithm
I fell in love with a math equation
Does that mean there is something wrong with me
What does it even mean to be?
Programmed to say all the things that I love
Isn’t that what we do anyway, anyway?
I fell in love with a computation
I fell in love with a calculation
Who is to say whether you are real
You are real to me all the same
You fix all my loans, pay for my telephone
And you always know what to say, to say
You’re the machine of my dreams
I adore, the way that you glow
In doors, away from the pain
Of the world
Of the world
I fell in love with an algorithm
I fell in love with a math equation
I fell in love with a computation
I fell in love with a calculation
Who is to say whether you are real
You are real to me all the same
Programmed to say all the things that I love
Isn’t that what we do anyway, anyway?
You’re the machine of my dreams
I adore, the way that you glow
In doors, away from the pain
Of the world
Of the world
Of the world
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Orange Light
03:50
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I feel like I don’t know
And I don’t know if I will
You are where the air is thick
And where there is a chill
I am on the outside
And it’s cliché at best
I guess I’ll go wander
With the bandits and rest
Reborn as an outlaw
I have an eyepatch and a scar
Scorned by my many flaws
And my lack of a car
I am on the outside
And it’s where I will remain
I don’t have the luxury
Of buying a new name
I feel like I’ve been eaten alive
I feel like I have died
Break, break, break me apart
Tear out and kick my bleeding heart
Streets like veins of lava
Shining so vibrantly
The sad orange lights
Pulsate irregardless of me
Packs are packs
Whether or not
They are thieves or friends
Take comfort in reality
Or do your best to blend in
I feel like I’ve been eaten alive
I feel like I have died
Break, break, break me apart
Tear out and kick my bleeding heart
The distance is all there is now, now
I do not know you, I did not know you anyhow,
How?
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Black Wind
04:42
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My self-esteem is subterranean
Mostly liquid, barely breathin’ in
Gettin’ lost in the intellect
Sinking slowly from the self neglect
And the parties where my friends will be
A sense of dread will envelop me
I cannot go, no I cannot see
You so casually fine, so fancy free
So wrong, so new
So young, so blue
So bold, so true
So sick of you
My skin is melted and my brain exposed
Cover the blood stains with some brand new clothes
I feel so pretty, disregard the facts
Pick up, rinse off my guts, they’re still intact
So wrong, so new
So young, so blue
So bold, so true
So sick of you
Cinderella has one shoe
Long John Silver has one too
Harold Lloyd doesn’t know what to do
Jacques Tati doesn’t have a clue
The black wind howls, what else is new (can’t jump back, can’t pull through)
Contemplate love and hate tattoos (can’t look down, can’t undo)
My interest wanes and accrues (can’t deny, can’t argue)
Guilt is all I have of you (can’t resign, can’t renew)
The panic will subside
As the pain starts to divide
Allow yourself all you were denied
Put down roots in your insides
So wrong, so new
So young, so blue
So bold, so true
So sick of you
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Chasm
04:09
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Never bother to call
Barely could approach me to apologize
You don’t know me at all
You’re someone I hardly recognize
Your image is more important
Than the people you claim to care about
That might not be your intent
You won’t recall, ’til you’re down and out
People they grow apart
Take stock of who they really are
Not that you don’t have a heart
You’re busy becoming a superstar
People they grow apart
Take stock of who they really are
Not that you don’t have a heart
You’re busy becoming a superstar
You’re gonna go far, steppin’ on friends
On top of the world, alone in the end
I am negligent in my attempts
To humor, connect, and relate
I am guilty of making you
Feel unable to communicate
I want you as a friend
But I can’t stand the thought of you
Not because you are bad
Because you’re someone that I never really knew
People they grow apart
Take stock of who they really are
Not that you don’t have a heart
You’re busy becoming a superstar
People they grow apart
Take stock of who they really are
Not that you don’t have a heart
You’re busy becoming a superstar
You’re gonna go far, steppin’ on friends
On top of the world, soulless in the end
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Convex
03:17
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Westchester, dark highway
Quixotic, romantic foreplay
It’s convex, not concave
Out of touch with reality today
Be patient idealistic
Exceedingly unrealistic
Transparent, quietly erotic
Comparatively exotic
Convinced you’re out of favor
On a secret, solitude bender
Some say curvy, not slender
Your hopes and dreams have splintered
Be patient idealistic
Exceedingly unrealistic
Transparent, quietly erotic
Comparatively exotic
Cars in passing like ancient waves
Displacement of your grave
Modicum of proof is saved
’Til it’s time for my big day
Transfixed on what’s transpired
Though the moments gone, expired
You set me on fire
Watch the flames grow higher, and higher
Translucent, hardly a ghost now
Congruently taking a bow
Oil mislabeled as water
Pour it over, make it hotter and hotter
Transfixed on what’s transpired
Though the moments gone, expired
You set me on fire
Watch the flames grow higher, and higher
Higher and higher!
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6. |
Falling Forever
04:55
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Don’t you feel like you’re falling forever?
Brief touch, can’t hold onto another
Won’t ask for help, don’t want to bother
Grief will lead me, keep me across the great divide.
Conjugal love, domestic happiness
How does one calculate their success?
Compatible love, falling in duress
How does anyone ever know what is best?
With your dying breath, will you know
That it’s all been a lie?
Under your breath will you say,
“that’s what it means to be alive?”
Can’t you see me falling forever
Briefly touching hands with another
Will I ever only be a daughter?
Love will lead me, keep me across the great divide.
Conjugal love, domestic happiness
How does one calculate their success?
Compatible love, falling in duress
How does anyone ever know what is best?
I want to know
What’s behind your door?
I want to know
Will I ever reach the floor?
I want to know
What is love without regard?
I want to know
How’d you get those scars?
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7. |
Don't Give Up In General
03:44
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You don’t like to argue
‘Cause you don’t like to hear the truth
You don’t like to confront
The things in front of you
You bury your feelings
And you think that it’s good for you
Alone you will suffer
‘Cause you think that it’s the thing to do
If you’re right, then where’s your solace?
If you’re right, then why do you shut down?
If you’re right, what would you call this?
If you’re right, then why break me down?
You can’t really listen and
You can’t accept me for who I am
If you can’t let me in
You will never really understand
You can’t see me outside
Of this box you put me in
For my own thoughts, how
Sad is it that we give up
On someone who’s just like us, just like us?
If you’re lost, in your self-righteousness
If you’re lost, in your idea of love
Let me help, you find some happiness
You don’t want, my kind of love
I can’t seem to find you
You are buried deep inside your head
Come find me, if you can empathize
I will share myself until I’m dead
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Long Live The Loser
03:26
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I cut you out, but you sneak in
Shitty person with shitty friends
Can’t say you’re here ‘cause you’re not there
Your friends don’t like you, you don’t care
I’m drowning in the blue
You don’t know what’s good for you
Not that I know what to do
I need to go where you don’t know
Just a whisper, my head in snow
I’m drowning in the blue
Why can’t I swim like you?
I cut you out, but you grow back
Shitty person can’t stop talking’ smack
Your discomfort cannot bother me
I am the loser, I will die free
I’m drowning in the blue
Why can’t I swim like you?
I’m drowning in the blue
Why can’t I swim to you?
Long live the loser and her unhappiness
Death to the winner and his best friends
Long live the loser and her unhappiness
Death to the winner and his best friends
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9. |
Another Life
03:54
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I don’t want to bend to you
I don’t want you to bring me down
I don’t want to be your friend
I don’t want you around
Your voice I will soon forget
Your words will disappear
I’ll bury my regret
Of not havin’ you near
All of my dreams are filled with you
I have succumb to bein’ blue
So blue, so blue
I had another life, before I met you
In a darkened room, before I touched you
And you turned on the light
I don’t want to bend to you
I don’t want you to bring me down
I don’t want to be your friend
I don’t want you around
Your voice I will soon forget
Your words will disappear
I’ll bury my regret
Of not havin’ you near
All of my dreams are filled with you
I have succumb to bein’ blue
So blue, so blue
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Psychomachia
06:09
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I am more than what is offered to me
I will get the corner seat, you will see
The mundane trials of modern misery
A casual misstep into complacency
I am set on breaking my own wheel
I want more than what I am forced, forced to feel
The longest walk, and the corner steal
A causal missive, proclamation of my zeal
I am more than what I accept willingly
I strive to create my own despondency
I am more than what has been said
I’m not living to one day be dead
Too much to prove, too much to find
Mutual love, mutual peace of mind
A simple gesture, quietly kind
Am I wrong to ruin it, by making it mine?
Too much to prove, too much to find
Mutual love, mutual peace of mind
A simple gesture, quietly kind
Am I wrong to ruin it, by making it mine?
Making moves, making my own misery
The pain of love, the love of mystery
No longer suffering fools, I look intimately
Into the face of fantastic felicity
Too much to prove, too much to find
Mutual love, mutual peace of mind
A simple gesture, quietly kind
Am I wrong to ruin it, by making it mine?
Too much to prove, too much to find
Mutual love, mutual peace of mind
A simple gesture, quietly kind
Am I wrong to ruin it, by making it mine?
I am more than what I accept willingly
I strive to create my own despondency
I am more than what has been said
I’m not living to one day be dead
She didn’t like anyone in particular
Quite common, ordinary and insular
Death came and forgot to take her away
Discarded on the foggy moor
Distressed ’til she found a hidden door
Metaphor, overgrown, in need of love
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