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Quick Change (outro)
00:52
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My head is a black hole // My heart is an arrow
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Quick Change
02:43
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You said it was safe out there
Then why did you come back home?
You said it was fine down there
Then why did you leave at all?
The past is glass, glass that will not shatter
The path is grass, grass that will not shutter
My head is a black hole
My heart is an arrow
My head ~ My heart
My aim is a river.
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Tie Every Artery
03:56
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There is no shore.
Built by slaves? Shit country.
To precious to use? rrrrrrWorthless
Still complaining about every cruel trick of fate:
Putting us all together.
And these are the debts
that none of you'd pay
if you had ten times the amount.
I'm putting it back together
So come on let them in.
Come on let them in.
Come one! Let them in!
My eyes... I won't let them dim
There is no shore
Like the sun, and the stars, and is anyone there?
Like the moon, and the dirt, and is anyone here?
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5. |
Rolled Over
01:24
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They'll just send more gnats
They're just. Tie more knots.
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Some Sunset
01:36
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I think we're getting tired of holding up our concrete.
If we listen for the last person on Earth
And all the sad things they will surely mumble
We'll hear just a sigh of relief
We'll hear justice. I want it less.
The only difference now is longer limbs, shorter minds
And every cell I shed is one less weed that I'll pull.
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7. |
Exit Woods:
01:49
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We haven't got enough time
To test these footholds. If you're scared...
You can take my hand to bite down on.
You said we won't get around
This chasm unless we flood it
And swim across.
So throw whatever you can straight down
This could take all night.
Take good care of my torso.
I'll be back for it once I splay
These pillars. Can't you be just a...
Little more. Optimistic!
Exit woods: a ravine
Exit woods: a ravine
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8. |
Tie Everything Down
02:06
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There is no shore.
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Trial...
I cut the cables running through his exoskeleton's hollows. Its movements a fight: frantic, deliberate… a calculated rest punctuated with a mean twitch. I need this limb and one of its brothers took mine. I'd make it hurt more if I could. For the both of us. ... more
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