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Know Havoc
01:22
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My body whips from side to side
Each turn a shift in force and jolt
Creeping up scenic, lovely highs
Firing down grim, nightmarish lows
We never signed on for this madness
The plan, a pleasant evening stroll
Shape shifting drama apparatus
Coils, tightly wound around the core of my being
I take the head of the slithering snake
and grab the grip of a rusted saw
to put the teeth to its scaly neck
but I cannot make the cut 'cause
My heart; it bleeds too red and violet
Too empathetic for my own good
I can't kill anything because that means I'd have to watch it writhe
and die
and die
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Time runs out and my blood will not keep flowing through
Face to face with this morbid truth
Unbroken seal on old figurines
I've never played with my rare, collectible dreams
Diagnosis slaps a "sell by" date on my right arm
Looking back to see the path and no trail of bread crumbs
Draft a list of things I missed,
If I could have my way
I'd hit the sandbox
Everyone's soles are burning
Screen the sun as we start to run
Fin below me
Wax holds on to me tightly
Pray shark teeth are at bay today
Those swells of bright blue glass
They curl like prom night hair
Foaming at the mouth, don't be scared
Turn one eighty degrees
Paddle as if you need
to flee and gain speed
Death is ever lurking
Drop in, time slows down, drown out the sound
Carve left, right, up, and down
Poured over shoulders, looped in it's enclosure
Giving me closure, sea surface splinters
Mounds where the wake was
I see my breathe in the undertow
The snow mass pops and I've nowhere to go
There in the blackness I had lost what
Senses make my surroundings clear-cut
Spinning out aimless when I felt the cord
When pulled in gently to the air-lock
My voice was drowned out by the rushed talk
Weightless, no less can I lift up from the stiff bed
With darkening stars dissipating out of our vision
I call on God, but the voicemail box was bulging
With every unanswered wish for health, resolve,
Crush's attention, Christmas lists of puppies; all ignored
Beeping increases, so loud
My peaceful stasis gives out
And I'm crying, bearing witness to a white light
That's insisting that it's better on this side
No disappointment, no embarrassment
Nobody to let down
Not even you
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The sun's eclipsed by the biggest machine the likes of us have ever seen
The curtains gently swaying with an unfamiliar orange glow
My mother drops her coffee on our freshly finished hardwood flooring when she sees
The chaos happening down our street
The neighbors out, pajamas, socks, their babies crying, their cats and dogs howling
Look up
The media blitzed the curbs in hopes of a statement
Their vans pulverized any semblance of our lawn
Marines shouting over the clacking of their tank treads
Missiles, muzzles, telescopes, pointed towards the stars
And here I am,
Staring, gaping, in the wake of a NASA poster-covered wall
When my old three-ring binder of theories blows open
Pages turning in a cascade of ballpoint art
Of starships, Martians, asteroids, Saturn's rings
I want to greet these things
Not be too swift to violence
Would that be remiss of us?
Do you believe they'd really harvest us all?
(Do you believe, won’t believe, can't believe?)
Or do you believe they'd let us harness their knowledge for our own self interest?
I'm not so sure
Because the more I contemplate a culture of this advancement
I'm enthralled by the thought of harmony rampancy, the intellect, reason-seeking
So take me, I want to see the star systems that I've only read about in books
Take me, I'm not too confident that the fate of my race is as good
They breathe our air
The mothership drops smaller ships
Filled with their infantries and nearing
As landing gear unfolds, cold fear
shoots through the militantly minded
Our fleets are swarmed and liquefied
As if our guns are no deterrent
And just as fast as they came, they headed back to their vessels
I get the sense this dot was nothing but a routine, mundane pit stop for them
I ran as fast as I can to the baseball field they docked
Picked a rock up and chucked a fastball to the back of the last one boarding and
It turned and caught it, as each gasp did shrink, laid eyes on me and smiled, I think
Do you believe they'd really harvest us all?
(Do you believe, won’t believe, can't believe?)
Or do you believe they'd let us harness their knowledge for our own
Do you believe they'd really harvest us all?
(Do you believe, won’t believe, can't believe?)
Or do you believe they'd let us harness their knowledge for our own
Self interest?
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4. |
Still Crawling
02:48
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Great men exist all over this earth
From struggling single fathers
To billionaire beasts of Pharma
But you have not made the cut
Despite all the beers that you can shotgun shirtless
Sex, weights and protein powder clouds
Cardboard box towers toppling down
Inside the nest egg funded crib your parents built you
Featherless baby crying out
Waiting on worms, one starving mouth
will test its wings and meet the ground
Billy Madison incarnate
All obligation: your penguin
If the doors come off your Jeep and no one's there to witness; did it happen?
If the party starts out weak because your patrons lack in interest; call in reinforcements
Yeah, because it feels like we are invitees not 'cause you want us there, really
But 'cause you need some warm bodies to fill the set inside your playhouse
You roll the scene, smoke to the screen, helpless fish swim up towards the sheen
Belayed down by your loyal cronies to new record lows in social ethics
You have not touched a consenting, semi-conscious, female since we were 18!
No more reracks for you
We're catching fire
Rebuttals of the truth
We're cracking diamonds
You own the field of new
Beanbag marksmen sinking shots on feedback loops
No more reracks for you
We're catching fire
Rebuttals of the truth
We're cracking diamonds
You own the field of new
Dartboard sharpshooters
Utmost concerned with who makes up your Ruit team
Bouncing between bars on the sun-burnt strip
Coors Light and Jager gushing through your bloodstream
Infected, bubbling lip of a soul
Here's to your liver and karma
That sick unit between your legs does not make you not a slut
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5. |
Edge Guard
03:28
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Hey bro, you think you want to scuffle?
Hey boss, you think you want a skirmish?
Hey kid, you think you want to tussle?
Hey chief, you think you want to perish?
To die by the hand of a god?
Then meet me atop the castle
The Hyrule skyline on this day of duels,
'Nado switched off on the omega,
Rules: 5 stocks, no items, no clock
Our girlfriends walk out thinking "fuck this" (HEY)
Starting to see them side with Shay
Her hate, who's Shay to judge us when we play
This game; the single greatest achievement of man?
Dodge flying ice and wave my cape to send the fire back and forth
But he absorbs it with an orb and cackles as his health restores
About to pop off
Volts toast, bolts of lighting through your bones
Ghosting through hexagons from hell, mere inches from a K.O.
Through the F.L.U.D.D., a soaking trudge
Coin by coin, you're knocked up into the heavens
As each life is lost, so too do moments and dreamers lie bleeding out
With blistered fingers, tangled chords, knuckles locked shut and ghostly white
But while we play in the stead of socializing
Don't give up your eyes or you'll surely die
There, hanging by exhausted limbs
Looking like one phantom menace
Staring down at my own Nintendo code
Edge of the couch, the seltzer, chips;
Ripe for whipping in a tantrum
If this plumber won't end this fight with a spike
Two reefers enter the ring
Dare to speak ill of the kings
Unaware they're in for wallops
Spattering brains like a Pollock
It matters not who they're rocking
As there mains, we'll bring the slaughter
The duo of stoners will drop their controllers
and find new religion, beg us for forgiveness
Hey bros, you think you want to rumble?
Hey kids, you think you want to vanish?
To die by the hands of two gods?
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Reckless Ways Weymouth, Massachusetts
Members:
Pat Matthews - Guitar, Vox
Ted MacDonald - Vox, Bass
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