2011

by yautja

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mastered by anderson cook
artwork by anderson cook
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released May 9, 2011

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Track Name: blinders
closed eyes
no sight for sorry minds
bite your tongue
no questions asked
and I'm not to question pride and truth
and I'm not to question bride and groom
closed eyes
no sight for sorry minds
bite your tongue
not a single question asked
you only think as absolute
words pollute
and I'm not to question pride and truth
and I'm not to question bride and groom
I try to speak but I can only say
opinions force fed everyday
the veil has been lifted
the blinders removed
crawl back to your bishop
crawl back to your pew
Track Name: tar and blindness
and it won't sink into
but i watch and wait all the same
with ears full of tar and god
there is no room for feel or vain speech
wretched viewing
with your jaded eyes
gnawing, chewing
you've grown to despise,
what first made you,
open up to this
what convinced you,
that you had found bliss?
and when the tar and blindness
is replaced with clarity
i'll smile and shake my head
as your lungs flood
and when it rears its filthy head
i'll be there
and when it pours out of you
i'll be there too
wretched viewing
with your jaded eyes
gnawing, chewing
you've grown to despise,
what first made you,
open up to this
what convinced you,
that you had found bliss?
and when the tar and blindness
is replaced with clarity
i'll smile and shake my head
as your lungs flood
and there is no place for this
only tar is left
and the rats will swarm to you
like the god that you are
you could fill
lakes with what
comes from your
eyes
Track Name: concrete tongue
nothing will break the way that you fucking think,
changing your mind every other week
spewing your thoughts all over the street
not one single word worthy to repeat
tear apart your words
tear a hole
in your fucking safety net,
nothing will catch you now
you're high off all your regret,
shows over, take a bow
your opinions were always weak,
using a concrete tongue to speak.
choking on asphalt is what you deserve,
voice your opinions on the fucking curb
Track Name: teeth
a sense of real is lost
not to be regained
without the hands to change
what has been forged
and there was more than I thought and its so much worse that I could
do nothing but its done and I'm
left
no hands or teeth
and i'm beginning to accept the way it happened
without hands or teeth
drained to the last drop