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1. The Setup
2. Hunt Again
3. The Enthusiast
4. Falling
5. What We Really Were
6. Max Ernst's Dream
7. Fake Blood
8. Prepared
9. Wounded World
10. Dirt
11. Into The Fire
12. Fever Moon
13. Nicotine Bomb
14. Playland
15. Absent Mind
16. Untitled

The Setup

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Hunt Again

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The Enthusiast

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Falling

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What We Really Were

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Max Ernst's Dream

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Fake Blood

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Prepared

It hardly really matters
What I used to think
I've lost that sense of balance
The thoughts keep opening up
To how I used to see you
Before I proved a fool
I can still feel your hand in mine
I prepared my heart for you
I prepared my heart for you
It's not your imagination
The hidden melody
Beneath the pretty surface
All bruised and injury
Encoded for protection
From polite society
Have you never let yourself fall apart
I prepared my heart for you
I prepared my heart for you
I prepared my heart for you
ending here so soft and cruel
worthless love
worthless love


Wounded World

I'm a puppet, you're a puppet too
A dancing fool, jiggle me at my joints
Once you were on my side
But I will make you wish that I had died.
I had died.
Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah
The machines we have built for the end.
Another year, another friend or foe
Burn their cities, scorch the earth below
The times have changed and so too have our needs
This time it's you on which the fire feeds.
Fire feeds.
If you laugh at my jokes you will pay for it, oh yeah
When your friends are enemies, you'll be sold....
Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah
The machines we have built for the end
Wounded. World. Wounded.


Dirt

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Into The Fire

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Fever Moon

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Nicotine Bomb

Hit the perfect level in the blood.
Sweet black syrup go-go jet stream
Hardline the blood brain barrier.
Gotta get the head up in the red.
Work it down to the sweetest inch
Quality payload special delivery.
Going to the dance like the doctor said,
Vertical expression, horizontal desire.
Gonna take a chance, take your pick of meds.
Falling off of this world together.
I can smell their footprints in the woods.
Hear their fires, feel their laughing
Late into the night well who's the worse?
Evidence mounting by the hour.
Keeping book as we build our case on
Old Bedford Rd. you better take care.
Going to the dance like the doctor said,
Vertical expression, horizontal desire.
Gonna take a chance, pick a peck of meds.
Falling off of this world together.
We've got the power of the nicotine bomb!
Everything's connected to connections tangled up.
Chorus chords pretenders to some distant memories well that's alright.
Holly catch a yardbird ten car pile up on the bar.
Over under stop stop Chrissie ring the bell 'cause the gang's all here yeah
Going to the dance like the doctor said,
Vertical expression, horizontal desire.
All this sonic mess crowded in my head.
Falling off of this world together.
We've got the power of the nicotine bomb!


Playland

This is where I live
In the blank spots of a wall
Where the window shade is ripped
But I still wanna go
They tell me I will never find my place in Playland
They tell me that the toys will always break in Playland
They tell me I will never find my way to Playland
It's your Playland
In my Playland
It's my Playland
In your play
I can't stop thinking what it does
I can't stop feeling how it feels
I can't stop obeying it's commands
When it comes from you
They tell me I will never find my place in Playland
They tell me that the toys will always break in Playland
They tell me I will never find my way to Playland
Find my way to Playland


Absent Mind

This alert is the color of a shirt that you cannot use.
When you're wrapped uptight in your own little world,
Could you move your cocoon?
Zombies lost in a dungeon fog stagger through the street.
Trying in vain to sharpen the attack,
To get the juice from concentrate
The bubble broke, thoughts ran out, now they all run free.
I guess I let it wander too far,
Please let me know if you see my absent mind, my absent mind
I'm a stick figure, I'm a blank slate filled and erased.
Overload the fuses, senses stand still, stare into space,
And let the lights dim.
When a title wave of information rolls over you,
It can make you lose your place.
Where was I.....oh yeah.....
Would you be aware if there was something in the air?
The bubble broke, thoughts ran out, now they all run free.
I guess I let it wander too far,
Please let me know if you see my absent mind, my absent mind


Untitled

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