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Moderate to Severe
03:24
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Dry mouth.
Night sweats.
Moderate to severe.
Chest pain.
Hair loss.
Your doctor knows just what to do.
Here’s a prescription for you.
For qualified buyers
or very good liars
this limited time offer
is selling out quick.
Hurry in to your dealer
Or state-licensed healer
to see if Cosmicity
is right for you.
Headache.
Fever.
Rarely resulting in death.
Nausea.
Tremors.
Your doctor knows just what to do.
Here’s that prescription for you.
Seek medical attention
for increased affection
or allergic reaction
to feeling so good.
Consult your physician
Or well-trained magician
to see if Cosmicity
is right for you.
Swallow it down
Digest it good
You’ll soon forget
Just as you should
Eat what you want
and you’ll still lose the weight
Though these statements aren’t backed
by the FDA.
Remission is possible
though maybe not probable
still, you’re desperate enough
to have listened this long
consult a professional
or a friend who seems rational
to see if Cosmicity
is right for you.
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2. |
Let's Get Infected
03:18
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Let’s get infected.
Know what I mean?
Let’s get infested.
Flush with disease.
We’re going down, down, down…
Let’s go get corrupted
Vitals interrupted
Do it because change is always good.
Let’s get conditioned.
Clean out our heads.
They’ll make decisions
for us instead.
Just let it go, go, down…
This will make things easy.
Who cares what they’re feeling?
We don’t have to pretend anymore.
Let’s get disgusting and disfigured
steeped with lies or truth rejiggered.
Let the poison be injected.
All that’s broken gets corrected.
Let’s get infected.
I think we should
Let’s be digested
It feels so good
Let’s ride it down, down, down…
Now we’ve got it easy
Who cares if they’re breathing?
Kindness doesn’t matter anymore.
Let’s get infected
until we’re doomed.
Let’s get digested.
Let’s be consumed.
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3. |
More Null Than Void
03:32
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I’m writing this song in a Target parking lot.
Just 20 minutes alone - that’s what I’ve got.
Spit out a few words - pretend they’ll be heard.
Keep propping up this fantasy to deal with my reality.
No one knows me anymore.
I don’t matter anymore.
Did I ever? Or was it never?
I can’t believe I still don’t know.
What’s she supposed to tell me - that she hates what I’m making?
When she hears me sing now it kinda sounds like I’m faking?
What once was so charming is almost alarming.
Her dreamer, as he ages, has gotten lost between the pages.
No one knows me anymore.
I don’t matter anymore.
Did I ever? Or was it never?
I can’t believe I still don’t know
Every step I’ve taken is that pointless sort of effort that goes nowhere. Like a treadmill.
All I ever wanted was to have a voice that mattered but I failed. Completely failed.
My life is just fine by any typical measure.
I have regular things. There’s occasional pleasure.
But I’m an inaudible man. I wear an invisible suit.
More null than void. More stem than root.
No one knows me anymore.
I don’t matter anymore.
Did I ever? Or was it never?
I can’t believe I still don’t know
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4. |
You Took It All
03:33
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I have wasted my life
so devoted to you.
Carving off pieces of my soul
has taken such a toll.
Don’t you understand?
That love was all I had to give
and now it’s gone.
My love was all I had to give.
You took it all.
My voice was never heard.
You didn’t grasp a single word.
And this has done no better.
Each phrase falls like a feather -
weightlessly.
That love was all I had to give
and now it’s gone.
My love was all I had to give.
You took it all.
The love we have
is a finite supply.
If it isn’t returned
we wither and die.
Here I am starving.
I’m dust and sand.
I know you see me crumbling
right where I stand.
My love was all I had to give.
You took it all.
That love was all I had to give.
My love was all I had to give.
You took it all.
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5. |
For Good
03:35
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I’ve thought about it.
and I’ve waited long enough.
One night soon I’m gonna give you up for good.
Can’t be without it.
But you just won’t fight for me.
One night soon I’m gonna close my heart for good.
It breaks my heart when you politely ignore me
just killing time until you head up to bed.
Sometimes I think that you just slightly deplore me.
With just a touch you seem to fill up with dread.
How many times have I made my plea?
No, I can’t believe you still don’t know what I need.
I’ve thought about it.
and I’ve waited long enough.
One night soon I’m gonna give you up for good.
Can’t be without it.
But you just won’t fight for me.
One night soon I’m gonna close my heart for good.
Don’t get me wrong.
I want to stay.
You own my soul so it’s not easy to just walk away.
But I’m in pain.
And this is key:
If you can’t show your love you’ll lose my heart entirely.
Don’t you see that there’s a forcefield around you
pushing back every gesture I make.
Why can’t you ever let affection affect you?
Why don’t you even try to reciprocate?
I’ve spent so many days begging down on my knees
that I’ve worn perfect holes in every pair of my jeans.
I’ve thought about it.
and I’ve waited long enough.
One night soon I’m gonna give you up for good.
Can’t be without it.
But you just won’t fight for me.
One night soon I might just close my heart for good.
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6. |
Midlife Sonata
02:59
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7. |
The Comfort
03:24
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The face in this mirror
looks tired and fat and grey.
I feel sorry for the owner
in a well-that’s-not-me sort of way.
I move through my morning
thunder and storming.
Under crashing clouds of denial
I’m soaked with the truth for a while.
I hate the money
that bought this house.
I hate my office.
I just want out.
I hate the comfort.
It makes me numb.
I hate the person
that I’ve become.
I know it’s wrong, wrong, wrong
to think financially.
But I can’t control the fear
that’s taken hold of me.
We need our air conditioning.
We need our 4K programming.
The risk of change is way too high.
I really just can’t disrupt our lives, but…
I hate the money
that bought this house.
I hate my office.
I just want out.
I hate the comfort.
It makes me numb.
I hate the person
that I’ve become.
And the worst part is “they” say I’m doing it right.
I’m a living example - all shiny and bright.
I’m that upper middle class with the car and the toys
but tonight I’d give it back for some lust, sweat and noise.
I hate the money
that bought this house.
I hate my office.
I just want out.
I hate the comfort.
It makes me numb.
I hate the person
that I’ve become.
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8. |
Geometry
04:12
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I crave
I lust
for just one word
I burn
I thirst
for just one sign
I pine
for truth
Or a version you believe
So I can know relief - at last.
Add it up.
Is it real?
Can you quantify
how you feel?
Show your work.
Find the root.
What’s your formula?
Where’s your proof?
I’m starved
deprived
of just one touch
one prompt
one cue
one simple clue
would do.
Don’t you
want more than the monotony?
Let’s break down our geometry - at last.
Add it up.
Is it real?
Can you quantify
how you feel?
Show your work.
Find the root.
What’s your formula?
Where’s your proof?
Your surfaces and lines.
Your angles changing all the time.
I wonder, are you really mine?
Or just a tangent or a sine
that says goodbye?
That reads farewell?
That means so long?
That shows we’re done?
That claims you’re gone?
Add it up.
Is it real?
Can you quantify
how you feel?
Show your work.
Find the root.
What’s your formula?
Where’s your proof?
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9. |
Yesterday I Woke Up Dead
03:19
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Yesterday I woke up dead.
It seemed like life, but only in my head.
When I’d parse out situations
I could see the degradation.
The love was artificial
so my death is quite official.
Yesterday I ceased to live.
I found that I had nothing left to give.
I just could not make a difference
in this time of no forgiveness.
My shouts disolved to silence.
Words of peace were changed to violence.
I couldn’t call that living
so I just accepted death.
I checked with the officials.
They agreed that this was best.
Yesterday I failed to thrive.
I’d say it’s ‘cause I’m not alive.
You can see a mortal’s purpose -
something more beyond the surface -
but in my case it’s quite glaring
they don’t see past what I’m wearing.
Yesterday I woke up numb.
Right away I knew that I was done.
When I tried to use some reason
I was cast out for the treason.
Put to death without a trial.
Pulled the lever with a smile
I no longer live here.
There’s no reason to exist.
I’m incredibly well-rested.
Truth be told, they quite insist.
I’m no longer breathing.
I don’t bother anymore.
I’m no longer valid
with the assholes keeping score…
with those assholes keeping score…
with those bastards keeping score…
with those bastards keeping score.
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10. |
Plenty
03:18
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Stay calm.
Don’t freak out.
It’s just your life.
Each day -
each bargain -
at such a low price.
You heed what they tell you
and buy what they sell you.
The ease has compelled you
to stay where you are.
You’re smart.
You get it.
Act like you’re dumb.
Live safe.
Be certain.
That’s how it’s done.
You’ll say that you’ve made it
but your dreams have just faded.
So you’ve become jaded
and settled for this.
Your days when compounded
just leave you dumbfounded.
You didn’t quite know it was
as bad as this sounds and well
now it’s too late
to become someone great
so you’ve settled for empty -
declared that it’s plenty.
You say life is lovely.
You’re making good money.
The future’s so sunny
you can’t see a thing.
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11. |
Warm
03:44
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I feel your fingers
as they brush my hair.
I hear your whisper -
your breath upon my ear.
Ooh. Ooh. So warm.
As I move closer
I feel you sway your hips.
That move destroys me -
so all resistance slips.
Ooh. Ooh. So warm.
Time just melted.
We both felt it.
All I really need is to be loved like this.
All I really need is to be loved like this.
As we’re touching
God is blushing.
All I really need is to be loved like this.
All I really need is to be loved like this.
I’m moving slowly.
I need to make this last.
Stockpile the feeling
before it’s in the past.
Ooh. Ooh. So warm.
Stars are falling -
comets crawling.
All I really want is to be loved like this.
All I really want is to be loved like this.
Time is nothing.
Death is bluffing.
All I really want is to be loved like this.
All I really want is to be loved like this.
Everything is amplified.
All my fear is nullified.
If your love is suicide
bring on the cyanide.
Ooh. Ooh. So warm.
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