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Reanimate
01:58
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The primary question to answer is do you accept it
Or do you show a little teeth in their general direction
We’ve broken the meter and the rhythm is failing
In the face of the storm the band marches on with smiles and violence everyone’s faking it
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It’s a mind fuck waiting for winter
In the middle of these broken down trailers
So I send my best to the shores of conscience bay in suffolk county
From the top of my lungs, clearly articulated
Sonically depreciated, admittedly dimming and fading
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From the top of my lungs
Clearly articulated
But distantly sung
I hope that you’ll remember me trying to reanimate
From the top of my lungs
Clearly articulated
But distantly sung
I hope that you’ll remember
I hope that you’ll remember
That I tried to reanimate
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Sleight of Hand
01:01
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When you open your mouth
Are you afraid of what might come out
It must be some kind of sleight of hand
How do you breathe when you never relent
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Do you dream in color or grayscale
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I’ll give a shit when you give up the act
All I need is the time to react
We can’t troubleshoot if we’re good
We can’t diagnose if nothing is wrong
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We didn’t come here to die
We didn’t come here to die
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Hey
It’s all part of the plan
It’s all good in the end
We all hang
By the rhythms we spin
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Watersnake
01:52
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When you open your mouth
Are you afraid of what might come out
It must be some kind of sleight of hand
How do you breathe when you never relent
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Do you dream in color or grayscale
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I’ll give a shit when you give up the act
All I need is the time to react
We can’t troubleshoot if we’re good
We can’t diagnose if nothing is wrong
…
We didn’t come here to die
We didn’t come here to die
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Hey
It’s all part of the plan
It’s all good in the end
We all hang
By the rhythms we spin
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Enemies
02:17
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Been holding back cause I know I’m argumentative
But tonight we’ll leave it all on the dance floor
You’re a fabricator you overstate the narrative
Exaggerated it slurring your syllables
I’m the only one who holds you accountable
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None of my enemies are changing anything
All of my enemies are coming for me
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I’m writing this letter with slingshots and daggers
I’ll lift off the sanctions when I’m a cadaver
I’m hoping this binary message of faith won’t erase you
But they never listen until the children go missing
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None of my enemies are changing anything
All of my enemies are coming for me
All of my enemies are changing everything
None of my enemies are coming for me
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Do you want it all, of course you do
Than take a knife to your hand and promise in blood that we’re through
I have a hard time believing myself, why should I believe you
None of my enemies are changing anything
All of my enemies are coming for me
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