1. |
Insatiable Youth (Fetus)
03:15
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Wouldn't it
Be easy
Livin' life
As a fetus
Worry not
About a thing
Cuz you don't
Know what that is
Cuz it's
Easier
Easier
Livin life as a fetus
As far
As I'm concerned
All my troubles
Came to me
On the day
Of my birth
Ever since
I have learned
That it's
Easier
Easier
Livin life as a fetus
I don't know why
But if I could sip
From the fountain of youth
I would drink until
I made it all the way
Back to the glory days
When I was still in the womb
Cuz it's warm
Inside
And my belly
Is always full
Without
Any effort
On my
End of the stick
Cuz it's
Easier
Easier
Livin life as a fetus
I don't know why
But if I could sip
From the fountain of youth
I would drink until
I made it all the way
Back to the glory days
When I was still in the womb
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2. |
Muck
04:19
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If life is like a mountain
Then I am just a mountaineer
Guided by a map that's been
Eroded by the sun
It takes me off the commonly
Traveled trails of men before me
Through the thickest canopies
Into the deepest swamps
I'm losing trust
In my ability to
Remove this muck from
Underneath my two aching feet
Sinkin' deep beneath the
Ground below the
Ground below me
Do I keep trudging up this mountain?
When does this trail let up? From
This muck is seepin'
Deep into my sneakers
This muck is risin'
From the new horizon
This muck
This muck
I wish I had a rope of words
Wrapped around my two shoulders
I could swing it on a nearby tree
Whenever I am stuck
In another swamp like this
Seemingly infinite
Using twice the energy
To move at half the speed
I'm losing trust
In my ability to
Remove this muck from
Underneath my two aching feet
Sinkin' deep beneath the
Ground below the
Ground below me
Do I keep trudging up this mountain?
When does this trail let up? From
This muck is seepin'
Deep into my sneakers
This muck is risin'
From the new horizon
This muck
This muck
I don't know how I got here
But I know i'm not here to stay in
This muck is seepin'
Deep into my sneakers
This muck is risin'
From the new horizon
This muck
This muck
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3. |
The Rabbit
03:09
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Sin's a tortoise
And i'm a hare
And I believe
My opponent
Can't compare
To my superior
Agility
He can't match
My impressive speeds
So I overestimate
And I make the same mistake
I fall asleep
And the tortoise
Takes the lead
In front of me
I'm the rabbit and I declare
No more silly turtles stand a chance
Against me I'm the best around
So just shut your mouth and turn around
Sin's a tortoise
And I'm a hare
Far in front
Until I'm gasping for air
So i stop to catch my breath
And I overstay my rest
And he creeps up behind
Closer to the finish line
And beats me
For the last time
Supposedly
So I say
I'm the rabbit and I declare
No more silly turtles stand a chance
Against me I'm the best around
So just shut your mouth and turn around
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4. |
Ruby
01:46
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5. |
Stoplight
02:46
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I wouldn't be here if I wasn't lucky
But still i'm driving around like I'll crash into something
I'm looking in the rear view mirror
Like I know that you'll run right into me
Stoplight anxiety
I'm going nowhere quickly
I feel like a fool seeing you pass by
I'm a stick in the mud while I'm stuck at this red light
I'm watching everyone in the world go right through these crossroads
Oh so easily
Stoplight anxiety
I'm going nowhere quickly
When I'm driving down the road
And I see that stupid light turn yellow
I lose all hope and begin to feel
Stoplight anxiety
I'm going nowhere quickly
Stoplight anxiety
I'm going nowhere quickly
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6. |
Skeletons
03:43
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They wake me up when I am sleeping
They're lurking in the corridor
Always itching for attention
Tearing at my closet door
I'm looking for a reason
To lock them up and leave them
In my closet all my life
But the changing of seasons
Brings me back to them reachin'
For a coat when it's cold outside
I've had enough of the
Skeletons in my closet
Hanging with the overcoats
Waiting fro impending seasons to change
To be reminded
Temporarily blinded
Face to face will all of these bones of
Yesterdays mistakes
Pile up and make
Living monsters in my mind
I have a reason to
Chop them up and leave them
In the trash where they belong
I've had enough of the
Skeletons in my closet
Hanging with the overcoats
Waiting fro impending seasons to change
To be reminded
Temporarily blinded
Face to face with our mistakes
They kick me down when I am rising up
And keep me there all day long
That's why I am getting rid of
All the monsters in my mind
I've had enough of the
Skeletons in my closet
Hanging with the overcoats
Waiting fro impending seasons to change
To be reminded
Temporarily blinded
Face to face with all of these monsters
They kick me down when I am rising up
And keep me there all day long
That's why I am getting rid of
All the monsters in my mind
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7. |
Simon Says
04:05
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There once was a kid
Who would become
The greatest cowboy in the world
He had a plan
To buy a horse
And marry a sweet little cowgirl
Til' the day
Simon came
He had a thing or two to say
Let me tell you what Simon said
To him
Come with me little man
Get in line with all the rest of them
Cut your hair
And change your clothes
Pass my test
And obey the rules
Keep on doin' what Simon says
Again
Cuz' you don't want to be a failure
And you don't want to be proven wrong
So just keep on doin' what Simon tells you
And you'll get your reward further along
There once was a kid
Who had the guts
When Simon came he told him off
He wasn't afraid
To turn his back on him he
Packed his bags
And hit the road
And made an agreement with himself
To never do what Simon says
Again
He knew one thing
To be fact
If you've got love
Guiding your path
You should know that
You'll never fail again so
Never do what Simon says
Again
Cuz' you're never gunna be a failure
If you keep on pursuin' what you love
If you keep on doin' what Simon tells ya
You'll be kicking yourself down the road
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