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The Procrastinator
02:19
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I keep putting off things I don't want to do
And I will delay any interaction with you
And I keep putting off the hardest decisions
I keep lying to myself
Because I am
The Procrastinator
Because I am
The Procrastinator
The letters pile up in my mailbox
The people line up at my door
My tasks flow over all the edges
And pool in puddles on the floor
Because I am
The procrastinator
I am the
Procrastinator
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2. |
I Don't Have The Time
02:03
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You say I'm better off off alone
You're hanging up the phone
I agree
You say all things come to and end
We were better off as friends
I agree
And I
Don't have the time
For you
You say my music sucks
You say I'm out of luck
I agree
You say we started strong
But as things went along
I changed a bit too much
I guess we're just out of touch
I agree
And I
Don't have the time
For you
You say of all the planets orbiting all of the stars in all the solar systems
Why did it have to be this one?
You say of all the people in this town, all the guys I hang around
Why did it have to be this one?
And I
Don't have the time
For you
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3. |
Winter's Cold
03:16
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It all started with the splitting of an atom
Over Hiroshima, in 1945
We showed the world that it was possible to end it
leaving no one left alive
No one to survive
And we're out here on our own
Just running from the monster we created
As the bombs rain down in all the fears of every man alienated
By the thought of tearing other men apart
With the heat of nuclear fire
In the winter's cold
Agent orange
Blanketing the hillsides of Vietnam
Falls down like snow
To cover both the living and the dead down here
The dead down here are everywhere
And we're out here on our own
Just running from the monster we created
As the bombs rain down in all the fears of every man alienated
By the thought of tearing other men apart
With the heat of nuclear fire
In the winter's cold
In space the soviet dog can see
The lights of divided Germany
Families split up by the wall
Will die before the day it falls
It doesn't matter much at all
To her
The capsule spins out of control
There's no safe landing protocol
Her fate was sealed all along
She lifts her head, she must stay strong
The heat leaks in to fill the metal ball
And we're out here on our own
Just running from the monster we created
As the bombs rain down in all the fears of every man alienated
By the thought of tearing other men apart
With the heat of nuclear fire
In the winter's cold
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4. |
Marie Part II: Hive Mind
02:55
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I'm not entirely unconvinced that there's a secret hive mind connecting everyone with the middle name Marie
there's this delusion in my brain
That every one of them's the same
Plotting revenge upon some sucker like me
And if the forces that control us in our brains would just come forward then we would all be sleeping easily
Thanks to a random whistle-blower
Explaining how everyone knows her
From some government agency
And I know you
Don't like to talk about the things
From your past
That make you uncomfortable
And I know you
Don't like to talk about these things
But someday
You're gonna have to
Yeah, someday
You're gonna have to
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I don't think about the melody
I just strum and sing away
And you are not easy to insult
But I'll do it anyway
Because I am overburdened
By the words you say
It's not a hurtful exclamation
It's just how I'm feeling today
Because we are incapable
Of fixing our mistakes
And the best that I can do
Is to see if I can lie or steal from you
It's been a couple of long hours
Of wasting my life away
It's like my destiny to mess up
And ruin everything today
I feel like a bomb that won't go off
But is not quite yet diffused
I'm falling back into the life of every
Person I've misused
Because lying is fun and makes the world a better place
I could defend every evil action of the human race
By saying hey, man, nobody's perfect
But maybe we can be a bit more perfect than others
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6. |
Rats!
02:45
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I didn't come here
To start a fight
But I think it's clear now
That now I might
So fight me
IRL
Pack your bags and
Go to hell
Don't you know
Bro
That I'm ripped
Your losing side's
A sinking ship and
You'll go down like rats
You'll go down like rats
if I have to fight every last one of you
You'll go down like rats
Didn't come here
For fisticuffs
Bleeding wounds
Scrapes and scuffs
But I'm sure
You'll get what's coming to you
If I have to
Fight right through you
And you'll go down like rats
You'll go down like rats
If I have to fight every last one of you
You'll all go down like rats
So fight me
IRL
Pack your bags and
Go to hell
Don't you know
Bro
That I'm ripped
Your losing side's
A sinking ship and
You'll go down like rats
You'll go down like rats
if I have to fight every last one of you
You'll go down like rats
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Well, I wanted to be something you had never seen before
But every time I hit a ceiling there would always be a floor
But sandwiched in between is where the cool people are
Why bother shooting birdies when you could be shooting par?
So strive for mediocrity
You know that's where you want to be
It's not such and atrocity
To be where all the cool people are
With seven billion people, and soon to be many more
You're going to have to try something you've never tried before
Lower your expectations and raise your self esteem
There's no reason that all of us can't be living the dream
So strive for mediocrity
You know that's where you want to be
It's not such and atrocity
To be where all the cool people are
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8. |
Wish I Could Forget
02:23
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Recorded without proper memory of all the lyrics. They should be as below.
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I run through life feeling like I've got a parasite inside
Beaten down and broken down before I could even try
To get in
But I'm not your friend
You don't even know me
And I wish I could forget
My place in all of this
I make stupid mistakes
With every step I take
This is the kind of situation people warn you about
It's a problem I wish I could have gone my whole life without
You're a danger to the world
You're a disillusioned girl
You don't even know me
And I wish I could forget
My place in all of this
I make stupid mistakes
With every step I take
With every step I take
You're getting farther away
I wish that I could say
Something to the effect of
"leave me alone"
"I'm not home"
"just go away"
That's what I'd say
And I wish I could forget
My place in all of this
I make stupid mistakes
With every step I take
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9. |
Metric System
00:53
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You were my gram
My milliliter
You were equivalent to my cubic centimeter
You were my joule
And my ice melting
You were my Celsius and you were my Kelvin
You were my scale
My point of reference
The internationally accepted standard of my preference
You were my mole
My candela
You were my cilia and you were my flagella
You were my ampere
You were my watt
What I'm trying to say is you were empirically hot
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10. |
Gross Up Close
03:22
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Everyone is gross up close
Everything is nasty underneath your microscopes
You say 'isolationist'
We just say 'clean'
We are not down with your sickness
If you know what I mean
We live in a great nation
At least that's what we're told
The tales of long-dead generals
Are passed down from the old
But we're not free from corruption
We are built on greed
If you exploit the system you'll have everything you need
The sparkling empty cities
Buzz within the night
With southern propaganda
Bringing all our shame to light
But good citizens don't listen to the lies and light they shed
The whole world will go hungry while the few of us are fed
The few of us are fed
We feast like kings
Inside the palaces of silence every little footstep rings
And we're aware
That we're not good
But sometimes you can be happier not doing what you should
Everyone is gross up close
Everything is nasty underneath your microscopes
You say 'isolationist'
We just say 'clean'
We are not down with your sickness
If you know what I mean
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I was okay when I met you
I had everything figured out
Maybe that's how I got you
I'd returned to my regular self
But I didn't want you
Or didn't seem like I wanted you around more than anyone else
But nevertheless I confess I'm compelled by you
My subconscious not thinking what my conscious tells it to
And it's this conflict that I picked which sticks to me now
How can I get around this thing my friends probably won't allow?
I might not really like you
You could be a placeholder in my mind
A name that I skip to
Until I find what
I'm trying to find you
But I don't even know where you live
Here's the deal: I'm tired, but alone
Frankly, man, I'd rather just be sitting at home
Reading or something, punching a pillow, trying to sleep,
Pushing you to the corner of my mind as the darkness slowly creeps
Forward out of the walls and into my brain and out of this world
All while making up names and trying to think about any other girl
than you
I just needed some fresh air
You didn't have to follow me
We're alone right now but we don't have to be
Alone anymore
Not when I'm here
And I'm here
And I'm not worth the trouble
You're not worth the blame
We just try to occupy our minds with some other kind of game
All of this is speculation on the assumption that you feel the same
When the cost of finding out would be a lifetime of shame
And I'm in pain
Someone call me a doctor (okay, you're a doctor)
I'm having trouble falling asleep
Knowing you're out there
Knowing the promises you'll fail to
Keep your voice down
Be quiet now
It's time to slip away
From this party
And say the words I swore I'd never say to you
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I'm not supposed to be
Your little killing spree
A little isolated playground for you to ruin
I'm not the graffiti
You're carving in a tree
I'm not your hearts or little plus signs or forevers
I'm sick of listening to the same depressing music on repeat
I'm sick of dodging every inconvenient truth
I'm sick of dealing with your psychotic little outbursts
Your probing at this ever-loosened tooth
I guess we'll wait and see
What will become of me
If I keep on ignoring all our problems
So here's a toast to me
To life lived healthfully
To six more decades of your condescending nonsense
You're not a witch
You're not a problem
You just have a couple issues and no clear way to solve them
I understand
These things aren't planned
But you could try a little harder to cut back on your demands
You're not depressed
You're not a mess
You just have problems dealing with your loneliness
But it's not okay
To waste my day
Painting me pictures of emotional decay
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It was a Monday morning like any other, when the 32 billion liters of blood flowing the through the veins of every human on Earth was suddenly transported into the Atlantic Ocean due to a yet-unknown cause. Anyone who would have investigated the cause of such an occurrence had died in the event itself, and was thus unable to do investigation of any sort.
The first major effect of the event, other than the prompt death of everyone in the world, was immense confusion from the sharks. The sudden influx of blood had a negligible effect on the ocean's water levels, but the sharks went crazy, smelling blood from over (but often under) a mile away. It was as though millions of dying seals had entered the water, with no carcasses to be eaten. It was, to the sharks, greatly distressing, and had quite ruined their days.
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Wilson Kneiszel De Pere, Wisconsin
Award-winning poet and spinach activist
@3Legit5Wilson on Twitter.
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