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Totem
03:02
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Taught to swim by being thrown in
Chose a route instead of roaming
Always dealt under the table
Never settled for a label
An empty stage
A rattled cage
You deviate
We carve a totem for your grave
Chasing feelings just to stay true
Thank yous given lacking value
Sorrys taken never offered
Fame denied and chances squandered
Tried to build but tools left blisters
Chopping wood created splinters
Boxed up tiresome thoughts too often
Sinking nails into the coffin
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2. |
Facetime
02:05
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Face time, important
Real talk, avoided
Fear creeping, inside you
Won’t do this, or will you?
The money, it feeds you
The money, it makes you
I don’t wanna go
Won’t go back now
The money, it feeds you
The money, it makes you
Not gonna follow you
Even if you know how
Your actions, are guided
By those, providing
Don’t doubt, they’re sayin'
The dough, they’re payin'
Election, you got it
The people, they bought it
A servant, you’ve become
Just not for, good reasons
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3. |
My Rites
02:26
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I won’t be unrealistic
But I wish I were more prolific
How are you so optimistic?
Maybe I’m just much too passive
I cannot be more aggressive
That just strikes me as offensive
Lost desire to seek your praise
Always misconstrued
I desire not to impress you
You call all my failures vice
Take credit for my pursuits
I desire not to impress you
I can’t sell my own success
Don’t see talk as virtue
I desire not to impress you
We know nonsense charms the masses
How does no one see through?
I desire not to impress you
Look. Look at me.
Look. Look at me.
Cheering your own victories
Presumptions become truth
Still desire not to impress, you
I will learn to shout out
All the good things that I do
Still desire not to impress, you
Look. Look at me.
Look. Look at me.
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4. |
Bow
03:14
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Kicking at air
And punching stone
How I act out
When I'm alone
I Tried
To abide
And failed
When you lied
And we fought
So I bought
What you sold
With no thought
Gonna take a bow
This scene is through
There’s no more left
Between me and you
I Tried
To abide
And failed
When you lied
And we fought
So I bought
What you sold
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5. |
Plastic Perfection
02:14
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You’re Plastic, you’re perfect
You took out what was wrong
And you fixed it
You’re plastic, you’re perfect
You took what you had and improved it
Siliconed and sealed.
All the scars are healed.
Everything has been lifted
Cuz you didn’t like what was gifted.
Watched all the shows and rags
Saw what the others had
Said it was time to be
The best that you could be
Everything is color corrected
From eyes to hair to lashes
With the right shoes to match
And every hair’s been waxed
With all those clothes you’re stashin'
Always the latest fashion
You’ve used those cards to death
But who cares about a little debt?
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6. |
Starch
02:12
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You step in a room
All eyes look away
When you ask a question
No one knows what to say
Scared to let me play a greater part
How does life taste with so much starch?
I can hardly manage
To spend days like this
Pushing paper for you now
Earning full benefits
I’ll work the system
Give the answers you want
I won’t beg to differ
My time’s gonna come
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7. |
Counting Pennies
02:03
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Bearing witness you deny
Growing into every lie
Squandered gifts serve to distract
A constant threat to set you back
You’re afraid
To begin
Claim yourself
From what you’ve been
Counting pennies, tossing dimes
Stretch a dollar into time
Acquiesce to those that say
Crooked words and lead the way
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8. |
Small
03:23
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All is grand according to messages you pile at our feet
Suck the air out of a room with every comment, laugh, and tweet
Spouting vapid verses of so-‐called knowledge to your willing herd
Not as great as you may think; sense of self-importance is absurd
Gonna make myself small, make myself so small, I won’t be
Gonna make myself small, make myself so small, you won’t see
Me wrap myself up, wrap myself so tight, I won’t feel
Gonna Wrap myself up, wrap myself so tight, I can’t deal
Publish life with no regard for those that fail to fit into your plan
Attention deficit keeps you pushing buttons when you can
See yourself outside the box, actually you’re deep in a pit
Stay out of my hula hoop, I promise to ignore your clique
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