1. |
Drive
01:45
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Take this drive
Don’t look back
Never knew
Never packed
All - roads - lead - me - where - I - need to be
I’ve thrown away all my friends
Put a wall between me and you
Memory scarred, bridges charred
All roads lead me closer to an end
If I take this drive
And don’t look back
You never knew
Cause I never packed
All - roads - lead - me - where - I - need to be
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2. |
Excuse for Solitude
02:12
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It’s all in your mind
You can overcome
Hold your breath and jump right in
Headache
Laundry
Pressure
Don’t call me
I want to see the ones I love
I can never gauge my mood
Every week I blow my social load
I need a few days of solitude
I regret my choice whichever I make
I’m an introverted mess
I’ll take the social stigma and the shame
And you can take on all the rest
Weeknight
Real poor
Wash hair
Sock drawer
I want to be there when I say I will
With a positive attitude
Every second here is killing me
I need a few days of solitude
I want to be involved in what I love
But I don’t think I can be that guy
When I could stay at home with doors locked down
Watching reruns of firefly
It’s too late
I’m already sleeping
Take your good times
And stick them in your weekend
It’s too late
You don’t want to either
Phone calls ignored
Prisoner of leisure
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3. |
Bandwitch
02:35
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This here’s a story about psychopathic children
Who sneak into your bedroom in the night while you are sleeping
Now you’re a cyborg
Electric inferno
Techno control
Over all of the mortals
You’re a pop up ad
A social fad
A waste of resources
You should feel bad
They come towards you with cellphones
Texting hexes while you’re screaming
They download you to their servers
Where you’re forced to follow orders
The bot army has opened up your ports
Forcing their way into you they will distort
Your body is filled with wires and lights
That signal to a spacecraft deep into the night
In an incubator you sleep through your life
Believing the robots who sleep with your wife
Your head in the cloud
But never in view
It's all loading down
It's uploading you
You will be controlled
Wires within
You are a machine
But you don’t know your pin
Lost soul in a virtual cell
Software for a personal hell
Reconnect
No signal found
Below the programs you run and know
A level of code that runs root control
The psycho kids now move you about
Until you’re useless and they throw you out
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4. |
Desktops
01:33
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Desktops of dead cops
That’s when you choose to pray?
Headlines not on mine
Fines like I'll never pay
This place is a cell
And you just dwell on fear
Or were you just raised that way?
Push back with that half
That's only self aware
Your shrill “shoot to kill”
for passive sensual stares
Where are those same prayers
For those you say are treated fare
Or have you ever cared?
You’re only choosing what you want to see
They’re only choosing what they want to be
Desktops of dead cops
That’s when you choose to pray
Excuse for abuse
From thin skinned bias sway
Employed for no more than
pride with overpay
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5. |
Channel Null
01:59
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None of us can see
Above this melting skyline’s
Filtered catastrophe
Boiled acrylic sunrise
Flame broiled oil sea
As for your dreamed utopia
You're swimming in dead starlight
And what you thought was heaven
Is just the landfill downtown
What you live and swear by
Is your abandoned dreams
Take me back to channel null
Take me where I wanna sleep
Are your bones adjusting to your new home
Do you feel broken in yet?
Are your nerves something of your own?
Do you feel broken down yet?
Falling forward but never looking back
Are you where you thought you would be?
Or somewhere outside of me?
For years I've suffocated
thoughts of self destruction
Take me back to channel null
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Mouthfeel Denver, Colorado
Mouthfeel is:
Dylan - Guitar
Nick - Bass, Vocals
Evan - Drums
Craig - Vocals
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