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That Mann
05:07
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Testing...
Testing...
I am the Cosmic...
I am the Drama...
I am sending things to earth...
Maps, programs, feelings...
Can you hear... Me?
Who's doing this?
Who's killing us?
Is this darkness in you, too?
Do You notice?
Do you notice my scars?
They are inside of my heart
I have nothing to do with your insane point of view
If that was a lie, why is it so hard for me to tell you?
You can, you will, you will, you can
You can, you will, you can be that mann
You will, you can, you can, you will
You will, you can, you can be that mann
Do you shoot straight from the hip?
What is that inside your pocket?
I have nothing to do with your deranged point of view
That was a lie, why do I even try to tell you?
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King Reason is my king, he taught me, now I sing
He has the nose, knows what's best
Sheepskin, his clothes, unwell-dressed
King Reason has a queen and I am in between
She held me down when I realized
Dead in the ground, we all will die
Queen Reason held me down, so I am still around
She could have said, "Heaven-sent."
She held her tongue, did not relent
King Reason had a dream to become everything
He taught me how, housed me in
He taught me how, now I'm everything. (A King.)
[3x]
Now I'm everything
[3x]
You can't be my friend, you can't be my friend
You can't be my friend, you can't be, oh my God!
You can't be my friend, you can't be my friend
You can't be my friend, you can't be, oh my God, oh my God
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Don't even try
Don't go, no, you won't make all that cold, wet dry
Don't let those hopes grow 'til they show their size
No, that's not only smoke, creeping through the window
Holy Ghosts control my space and time
[2x]
And they will find me in the end
Yes, they will find me in the end
I have not enough heart
You've been a-lyin' from the start
My brains, they always change, they're not set in stone
Flap your wings, dip into the dream
We're getting ready to come home
We're getting ready to come home
We're getting ready to come home
They're ready for us to come home
Don't even try
Don't go, no, you won't make all that cold, wet dry
Don't let those hopes grow 'til they show their size
No, that's not only smoke, creeping through the window
Holy Ghosts control my space and time
[2x]
And they will find me in the end
Yes, they will find me in the end
I have not enough heart
You've been a-lyin' from the start
My brains, they always change, they're not set in stone
Flap your wings, dip into the dream
We're getting ready to come home
We're getting ready to come home
We're getting ready to come home
They're ready for us to come home
My art is not-that-good art [4x]
My art, my art [2x]
My art is not-that-good art
You get off, got off to a better start
Our success was never set in any stone
I bent myself to bring you these marvelous things
They blossom and they bloom into you
I thought you might have wanted them too
I thought you maybe wanted them too
Maybe you maybe wanted them too
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The birds are brave
They keep the bugs at bay
The bugs die slowly
At the bottom of my bed
They live one day
Then they rapidly decay
We all die slowly
But we are not dead
I chirp all day
It keeps the beasts away
My head stopped growin'
But that is not mind
Pale, as I may be
I'm darker every day
Me, my head stopped growin'
But that is not my mind
[2x]
My mind
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Mind Things To W.A.S.T.E
02:40
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My mind
My mind
I have to make you mine
I have to make you my mind
Mind, I have to make you mine
My Mind, I have to make you my mind
I am a brain!
I see shadows! I feel pain!
I have made a trade!
I have made a great mistake!
A Genius Design
Is where I reside
No god would take this much time
To Open My Eyes
I have to make you mine
I have to make you my mind
Mind, I have to make you mine
My Mind, I have to make you my mind
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I was [4x]
I was victorious once
I was [2x]
That was me
I had to believe it to see
That was me
Tugging upwards at your sleeve
Directing you to the clouds
Directing you underground
[4x]
I was
I had big dreams
Nice Things
Nice Things
That was me
As you puked up the repeats
That was me
So you were never alone really
Now, wrap your brains 'round the bomb
Hold me tight in your arms
[2x]
Now, wrap your brains 'round the bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb
Hold me tight in your arms
Arms, arms, arms, arms
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[2x]
Cast me out again, cast me out
Cast me out into the summer
Cast me out of the tribe
Cast me out into the wonder
Cast me out of the tribe
[2x]
It's a Bright, Bright Day!
[2x]
These are bright, bright days
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8. |
Two Satchels of Light
03:08
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Here I, where'd I...[2x]
Here I (go), where'd I (go)? [4x]
I went to the sun
I fell
I heard all the tales they had to tell
About me
The weight of the gun
I felt
The piercing of the piece press in
From all around me
[8x]
Here I (go), where'd I (go)?
I could kill all your beliefs
I could show you what I see
You could practice what I preach
You could love me, I am the enemy
Here I am
So glad you are
Here I am
So glad you are
Here I am
So glad you are
Here I am
Take me [2x]
Take me to your darkest place [4x]
To your darkest place [3x]
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[2x]
They wanted me covered in sleep
They had enough of my dreams
They had enough of my dreams
[2x]
I heard that pop, I could not stop
I heard that pop, I could not stop
I heard that pop, I could not stop
I heard that pop, I could not stop
At all, at all, at all, at all
[2x]
They wanted me covered in sleep
They had enough of my dreams
They had enough of my dreams
[2x]
I heard that pop, I could not stop
I heard that pop, I could not stop
I heard that pop, I could not stop
I heard that pop, I could not stop
At all, at all, at all, at all
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Ask My Flashlight
03:59
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I, with my flashlight
Hiding underneath your bed
With my dirty hands and my dirty feet and my flashlight
My flashlight is the only light
That I have, so don't you ask
My flashlight is holy bright
But it's also black, and it wants me back
A stare can share a lot in dreams
I swear to take care of what's in front of me
A stare from the guard tears me apart
And I squirm, I never learn
And rays from behind all roar up and shine
And I fall down from your halls
[Bridge]
And as I die, a choir shouts a blessing
And as I squirm with the worms
I ask, "What is depressing?"
Because it shouldn't sit to end up in the pits
When you die, would you even try
To organize, breathe fire, and rise
In the air? Would you even care?
And as I burn, I would learn
How to start a fierce demon choir
We would march to the arch with the question
"Who fuels all this hell fire and what's below it?"
But I should ask what's in your head cause I'm under your bed
And I'm mean, never coming clean
And you ask for a light, which comes as no surprise
And I'm there, with my tangled hair
[Bridge]
And as he dies, a choir shouts a blessing
And as he squirms with the worms
I ask, "What is depressing?"
And how to fight it
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Now, not currently hating myself
Not currently living unwell
Not currently burning in hell...
Now no baby birds, no night-clouds
No shut-eye, no falling down
No chirping in my mouth
AH! Now, no baby birds, no night-clouds
No shut-eye, no falling down
No chirping in my mouth
Now, not currently hating myself
Not currently burning in hell
Not currently burning in hell
All Our Parts are...
All Our Parts are...
All Our Parts are...
All Our Parts are...
Making Good, Make Good...
Making Good, Make Good...
Making Good, Make Good...
Making Good, Make Good...
All Our Parts are...
All Our Parts are...
Making Good, Make Good...
Making Good, Make Good...
[Bridge]
Make me Good! Make me good
[6x]
Little green man, little green man, LITTLE GREEN MAN!
All Our Parts are...
All Our Parts are...
All Our Parts are...
All Our Parts are...
Making Good, Make Good...
Making Good, Make Good...
[6x]
All Our Parts are...
Making Good, Make Good...
Make me Good! Make me good...
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Don’t Say Nice Things
04:32
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When you say things
You speak your mind
You speak your mind
When you say things
When you don't say things
You should think of one
There are never two
How could there ever be anything more than just you?
When I say things
I should maybe not
I should maybe shut
My mainframe scum-system of nervousness off
When I don't say things
I heave and ho
I to and fro
I never float gently, I never merrily row
[Hook]
And you should not say nice things
If you don't mean them
And you should not say mean things
At all
Don't say nice things
Don't say mean things
[4x]
Leaving me speechless again
Introverted, I am
Going to hell in a hand-
Basket, jacket colored sand
No shoes
Extrovert that you are
I'll take you further and far
I'll guide you down to the stars
And through
[Hook] 2x
And if you are speechless then
(Don't say nice things, if you don't mean them)
And if you are speechless then
(Don't say mean things, at all)
And if you are speechless then
(Don't say nice things, if you don't mean them)
You should never say anything again
(Don't say mean things, at all)
You should never say anything again
(Don't say nice things, if you don't mean them)
You should never say anything again
(Don't say mean things, at all)
You should never say anything again
(Don't say nice things, if you don't mean them)
You should never say anything again
(Don't say mean things, at all)
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Taking chances every game I've got
Breaking rules I've set myself, oh God!
Brain bleeds bright when I tie it into a knot
Breaking rules I've set myself, oh God!
And if it's black that you're wanting
Then it is that you will get
And if it's black that you're wanting, from me
Then it is that you will get
Then it is that you will get
Then it is that you will get
How dumb would I be to ship out to sea
With a casket on me, chained with thorns to my body?
How dumb must it be for an entire country
To back people like these, they are blackwatering the lobby
No hands to hold onto of my family, in the desert
No feet to walk the streets of the desert, with my family
No face to make ungrateful dead expressions, at the Empire
No hands to hold onto of my family. They are all glass
No hands to hold onto of my family, in the desert
(They are all glass)
No feet to walk the streets of the desert, with my family
(No hands to hold onto of my family in the desert, they are all glass)
No face to make ungrateful dead expressions, at the Empire
(No hands to hold onto of my family in the desert, they are all glass)
No hands to hold onto of my family. They are all glass
(No hands to hold onto of my family in the desert, they are all glass)
No hands to hold onto of my family. In the desert
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16. |
Is Nice
03:27
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18. |
That M.A.D.D
05:15
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