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My bike, the one device
that takes me to the places
where I might change my life
but I ride at a thousand miles an hour
right towards the sour smiles
on the road of denial
By the time i get to the liquor store
it feels endless
and i drown in a bottle
and these words, and these songs and this life
they seem meaningless
and i can't rationalize
"you look good alive,
but life doesn't make any promises"
You'll be left hanging with the dead
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depression is a fountain
you can tap like a keg
sucking it dry
to get fucked in the head
until there's nothing
and no one cares
a skateboard
with a broken king pin
that keeps breaking
over and over again
leaves you wasted
blue in the face
You've got a hole
it's full of nothing at all
digging it deeper
with your loss of control
drinking from a river
of whiskey and gin
passing and out
and waking up
to do it again
until there's nothing
and no one cares
drunk in the middle of oncoming traffic
a fucking bike wreck waiting to happen
leaves you wasted
leaves you dead
You've got a hole
it's full of nothing at all
digging it deeper
with your loss of control
The garden of ego
has turned into a dumping ground
of human parts
and you keep lining it with gold
no control
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Your well being is the killer
of the heart, feeding forth from the flesh
the crass consumption
from the plate to the mouth, through grinding teeth
the mass induction
to the cult of the whim to kill the weak
the mass consumption
of the pills you seek for thrills
to please the dry endorphines
to reach a measure of sanctity
to feed a blatant hypocrisy
timing ripe to plant the seed
spawn more scum, like you
the kind of shit that rips me apart in the night
Wake up screaming
scum, like you
************
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I see a timid life, it huddles in the shadows
sits still caged in fright
straight to the gallows
you are who left it lying
you are who watch it dying
to fuel your fun, to shoot your gun
who only kill
you only kill
to feed the vacant dread.
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at times it seems to bright
you hide form the future light
time flies, you set your sight
and fire towards a dimming sky
last night we said goodbye
and I thought I caught a glimpse
of how this thinking might
bury all our sins
but now it's over
you don't have to run away
timed existence
time is another charade
timed existence
time is just yourself
now
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Face it
you're born and then you die
there's no reason (there's no meaning)
it ends with what you know
again and again
and again and again
and again
try to slip it in your pocket
wanna ram it down your throat
Faithless
in every human being
godless
the only way to be
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I wanted more so I took my chances
and asked if you liked it when i flirted with you
there was a time when the thought of another
was like a ton of bricks on my chest
and a clamp on my skull
everyone is looking for something
even though the truth is there is no truth
everyone is looking for someone
to tell their innermost secrets to
I see the kid with his highfalutin air
in the face of a distorted mirror
that fucking kid with his broken diatribe
looking at the picture of a petulant youth
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thinking gone
but looking down
my ass is in the timing
a bunch of tiny people
surrounding a mound the they're climbing
only to fall when they reach the summit
it's just that this town sucks for biking around
without busting your ass on the fucking pavement
everywhere it seems like a bunch of rich creeps
are trying to take advantage from their vantage points
...nice and private
they're racing around
running this place to the ground
while I'm running in place and scrambling
everyone cooperates
but why am i so pissed
a deep conviction to resist
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I lived my life on the street
walking for miles to end up drinking in a parking lot
with all the other creeps
wasting our lives away getting shitfaced
i never took nothing but what i consumed
it's so american to be the substance
stupid people all around me assume
that i would retreat
but now i ride and pull up to the parking lot
and everyone that I meet
their vain impression mean fucking nothing
it's so incredible, they take no notice
of the shit that they consume
it's unbelievable, they take no notice
of what they kill for their fucking substance
I've got a substance for you.
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Recorded by Paul Hellinger at the Farside (RIP) in 2011.
