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Method
Hit the Ground
5
Junk, Puppet, Paperclip
Tincan Experiment
Yesterday
Talkshow
Gasoline Trail
Built for it
Kl-ones
Bagmask
Willie
Away King

Method

I find it hard to believe your bullshit
Licking bloodied knees
Perfect timing
Perfect timing
I keep my method to myself
I keep my method to myself
Far away left inside
I keep my method to myself
You're perfect in every way
Your bullshit deeper everyday
She lets me bear my weight on myself
It's too bad you're full of shit
Keep my mouth shut


Hit the Ground

I thought I could break the sound barrier just by trying
to hit with focus and at random and never dying
A waterfall flowing upstream only human
I though I could break the sound barrier
I'm only stopping for heavy breathing
I'm only stopping to hit the ground
Only stopping to regain feeling
I'm only stopping
To hit the ground
Keep my head up keep swinging and it'll come back to me
A boomerang exploding
I'm dancing in the karma seat
The tin ball fizzled pin prick and so free
I thought I could break the sound barrier

5

I'm the biggest hypocrite that I know I've ever known
You call me selfish
A shell fish
Too much to deal with
And I don't get out much
It's getting hard to know who I really am
Quick blink turn yellow into red
5 placed on black square and I'm late again
Too bad, your face, as it waits inside
Can't fake much more as it breaks inside
Sick of being late again.
You're the biggest liar that I know I've ever know
You call me selfish, you're the most selfish person that I've ever known
And you don't get out much
It's getting hard to know who I really am


Junk, Puppet, Paperclip

Junk is what junk does to another
Place the fact in the hand
Place the hand-me down in a jar
To make it more palatable
To make it more palatable
To make it more palatable for you
Junk is what junk becomes
Immune to the stink and the
Dull cut of butter knives scraping the burn
To make it more palatable for you
From pain to paperclip
Holding broken parts together
A puppet does what a puppet is told
A puppet does
what a puppet is told
To do by stringing it up and away
A puppet does what a puppet is told.
To make it more palatable for you


Tincan Experiment

Looking down on my home planet
What a lonely place to be
Said goodbye to all family
Don't think I'll be back home in time
To see them off to heaven
From the places that I've been
It wasn't technically perfect
It couldn't have been any better
Falling faster and faster
I couldn't stop her momentum
Couldn't stop her from laughing
I wish that I had seen it coming
Your little girl keeps asking for you
And all your mom can do is cry
And yeah I'm doing just fine
Don't know why I'm writing to you
It makes it feel like your coming home
I can't believe you left us all here
It's just like you died with no funeral


Yesterday

Can't get much more than I'm finding
Too many places I'm bound
Too close to the quota
Rest stops the time clock
It's winding it's way,
Sound advice you're taking to close to your heart
Fighting
Your way
Four folds the blue box
Can't fold out my friends for long but that was charity
Set in my ways but that was chastity
Goodbye my friends, but that was yesterday
That was yesterday
Too bad about yesterday
Can't get much more than I'm finding
Too many places I'm bound
Too close to the quota
Rest stops the time clock
It's winding it's way,
Sound advice you're taking too close to your heart
Fighting
Your way
Four folds the blue box
Can't fold out my friends for long but that was charity
Set in my ways but that was chastity
Goodbye my friends, but that was yesterday
That was yesterday
Too bad about yesterday
It's nice to see you down low, it's good to be part of it


Talkshow

You doubt me and make my decisions for me
You doubt me and make my decisions for me
I won't take your advice
Not now not then I never will
You doubt me and make my decisions for me
Why can't I find my peace of mind
Oone more time and I'm sure I'll find it
What I found, I found myself
What I found, I found myself
You don't trust me so you detach me from my friends and everything else
One more time and I'm sure
Sure enough now to let it go
You doubt me and make my decisions for me
Why can't I find my peace of mind
One more time and 'm sure I'll find it
What I found, I found myself
Knocking me down on knees again
Time worn, shorn off the skin again
I won't be left here starved thin
One more time and I'm sure to leave you offended

Gasoline Trail

Work hard towards nothing
A garden growing hurt
Fresh wheels but no body
A truck that just won't work
Dead leaves burn as easily as gasoline does
And now your soul is bruised
And now your soul is bruised
And you color is violet.
Work hard for nothing
A garden growing rust
Dead flower 4 barrel
Fertilizing the dirt
Dead leaves burn as easily as gasoline does
Now your soul is bruised
Now your soul is bruised and your color is violence
Why can't I decide between two things I've found in my own lifetime
Left here all the time
And now your soul is bruised and your color is violence


Built for it

Need for more mode shift
Slip in one more stick shift
Pack your bags then burn the flag
More or less the same black
Pack your bags then burn the flag more or less the same black
You shove it in and then you pull it out
You lift the lid and watch it spill out
She was built for it
We were made for this
Used up another chance
We seem the same but don't understand
I know you better that you think
But I just won't think about it
I watch you pack your bags and then run away
Pack your bags and then run away
You run away
You shove it in and then you pull it out
You lift the lid and watch it spill out
She was built for it
We were made for this
Used up another chance
We seem the same...
I'll stay here alone and pretend to be happy


Kl-ones

What we're looking for it's not in you
They all seem like clones to me
And I won't let them change me
This small crawl bug has seen through their skin
And the way they walk And the way they talk And the way they look
And the way they talk down to me.
What we're looking for it's not in you it's not in you.
I can't believe the things that they say


Bagmask

Chord spine the way of a splinter
Masked bags with mixed days that didn't
Rhyme to me or speak to me
Rhyme to me or speak to me
Tan lines that burn in the winter
Mixed up with masks that didn't
Rhyme to me or speak to me
I cried my quarters to sleep I didn't leave them
One on one with the women in a magazine
Looking at fast drying paint cans
Looking at fast drying paint cans
Chord spine the way of a splinter
Mask bags with mixed days that didn't
Rhyme to me or speak to me
Stuffed chokes the day in my heartbox
Early mourning heatlamp
That didn't rhyme to me speak to me
I look forward to hearing from you


Willie

Tried to pull one over on you
It didn't turn out the way I wanted it to
But I'll try again
And this time I won't give up
This time I won't give up on you
I will never compromise and I will never keep my promises to you
I will lie to your face
I will lie to your face
It comes back around again it was...
I will never compromise and I will never keep my promises to you
I will lie to your face
It comes back around again


Away King

High place outside
You wish you could be
Far from all this
Black out before fists
Make out more lists
Was it right?
I couldn't tell
That place inside you wish could see
Close to all this
Black out before fists
Make out more lists
Was it right?
I couldn't tell
Why was it right?
And how did it go away?
Why did it hide... too far?
I wasn't right
That place outside you wish could see far from all this
Black out before fists
Make out more lists
Was it right?
I couldn't tell