1. |
Overdeliver (Intro)
01:32
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2. |
Black Magic
04:30
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What is happening, around here?
It's so strange and feels so unreal
Someone got in and fucked with the strings
Behind the walls that control everything
Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
Black Magic
Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
Black Magic
Screens start flickering, can't lock in
Voices snickering, breathing out and back in again
Rolls in the carpet can’t be stomped out
Seven billion lost souls don’t know what I’m talking about
Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
Black Magic
Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
It’s Black Magic, and I feel it
It’s Black Magic, and I feel it
And I feel it
It’s Black Magic
Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
Black Magic
Everything I feel is real
It must be Black Magic
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3. |
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Rollin right through
Like nothin’s nothin
Well I am somethin
You should worry about
Check your tires and your fuel gauge
And double check your exit route
And hope it ain’t somethin
That I already thought about
The call is traced
You're outpaced
And there’s nothing stopping
Getting your soul defaced
There’s a special place in Hell
For people like you
There’s sugar in your gas tank
And somebody in your rearview
There’s a special place in Hell
For people like you
You're a vicious amoral degenerate
And I’m coming for you
You think it’s fine
To keep your feet on people’s necks
And then you get upset
Cause you shoes are getting dirty
Kick em off and curse
And you scramble away
I’m sorry, so sorry
That we ruined your day
There’s a special place in Hell
For people like you
There’s sugar in your gas tank
And somebody in your rearview
There’s a special place in Hell
For people like you
You corrupt motherfucking degenerate
I am coming for you
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4. |
Dawn
01:30
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5. |
Set Recurring
05:21
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I keep making the same mistakes
Endlessly repeating
Find myself in the dark
Down by the river
Every time that I get here
The air gets so heavy
I’ve lost my way
And I shiver
Fog keeps rollin in and
I keep breathing
Breathin in the poison
Til it’s all gone
Ears start ringin
The whole town’s singin
The pain and refrain, of the
Same old song
I line em all up and I make that mistake again
I set the damn thing on fire like a good little specimen
Can’t figure it out, my immortal regimen
I just set recurring
I just set recurring and it all falls down again
Filled with contempt
That I’m concealing
Sipping on the triumphs
Of lesser men
Choking on the ashes
Of this beautiful evening
I fall to pieces
Again and again and again and again and
I line em all up and I make that mistake again
I set the damn thing on fire like a good little specimen
Can’t figure it out, my immortal regimen
I just set recurring
I just set recurring and it all falls down again
And it all falls down again
Again and again and again and again and again and again and a-gain
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6. |
Jonah
03:14
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Sunken eyes
That criticize
I believe
All the lies
Paranoid
Frequency
Sirens sound
Secretly
Tune on in
To the silence
And cosmic
Violence
Recognize
The pain
And my maker,
Make it rain
Breathe
Confess
To nothing
Proclaim
Profess
Becoming
It was destiny
To be this mess
It's broken
It's damaged
And I love it
Misery
You represent
Identities
You invent
Siphon off
Intelligence
Discordant
Resonance
Slimy little
Virus
Vile
Spineless
Crawling up
The veins
Black rivers
That scream my name
Breathe
Confess
To nothing
Proclaim
Profess
Becoming
It was destiny
To be this mess
It's broken
It's damaged
And I love it
You don't have
To like me
Would you go away
If I asked politely?
Or take off your coat
And stay awhile
My beautiful, filthy
Crocodile
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Living on lines of fluids
Pulling back fluids, inhaling
Black fluids, into me
Veins change colors
Insignificant others, and it's
All available for a fee
Daily dose chemical
Cocktail with a foxtail and
Everything else that comes for free
Pour it all on and gimme a
Sidecar song
And lend a hand to my catastrophe
Unconscious consciousness
What have you done with this?
Shredding to pieces and
Burning it all
Unconscious present tense
Everything making sense
Embrace the violence
And unleash your arsenal
Get rich quick and petty crimes
Cigarette ash and coffee grinds
Cheap tattoos that bleed infection
Mantras not so subtle
Tired hooks and dusty books, old
Puzzles that ache for completion
Countrytime in city lands, your
Information’s secondhand, and I can
Tell this is a point of contention
Pour it on right, let’s make it a
Sidecar night, and leave the
Rest to your imagination
Unconscious consciousness
What have you done with this?
Shredding to pieces and
Burning it all
Unconscious present tense
Everything making sense
Chasing, defacing, embracing
This Cosmic Criminal
Unconscious consciousness
What have you done with this?
Shredding and shredding and shredding,
Burning it all
Unconscious present tense
Everything making sense
Chasing, defacing, embracing
This Cosmic Criminal
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8. |
Everything She Wants
05:08
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9. |
Black Triangles
05:38
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We are the only gods that exist
And we’re terrible
Born out of ashes, yesterday’s throwaways
We’re incredible
Only a messy world full of chaos
And ill temperaments
And what we represent
Is a cause that’s completely inedible
Our problems are all made up
Woven of straw men’s extremities
Common necessities, imperative
And meaningless
Punching holes out of paradox
We like the way it tastes
But we’re not sure where it comes from
Not sure where it comes from
Some ethereal blend
Of discord and Diamox
Draining away our fertility, and ability
To give a fuck
We are the only gods that exist
And we’re fallible
Pondering extralogical denizens
Behind it all
Only a simple world
Where the doorman is far too lenient
And the truth’s too convenient
Are we so efficiently wrong
Our problems are all made up
Woven of straw men’s extremities
And those starlit enemies
Don’t exist
Punching holes out of paradox
We like the way it tastes
But we’re not sure where it comes from
Not sure where it comes from
Some ethereal blend
Of discord and Diamox
Draining away our fertility, and ability
To give a fuck
Who blew it up, who’s pulling the strings?
Can we figure out, by reviewing the tapes?
Black Triangles hover in the sky
Maybe they can tell us the reasons why we like
Punching holes out of paradox
And we like the way it tastes
But we’re not sure where it comes from
Not sure where it comes from
Some ethereal blend
Of discord and Diamox
Draining away our fertility, and ability
To give a fuck
We are the only gods that exist
And we’re terrible
We’re terrible
We are the only gods that exist
And we’re terrible
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10. |
Underwater
04:24
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Rivelan
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