1. |
Dankest Timeline
04:44
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It was snowing in July
Happens more and more these days
We kept ourselves warm
With a charged Note7
We millenials seek fallout shelter
In our safe spaces
And wait for the meme dealers
To deliver
It took the best of us to fight against the fascists
But dank memes can't melt steel regimes
Outlawed the maymays and the power they created
To realize god-emperor's dreams
Only the spiciest of memes could satisfy me
GMO free
No corporate shills please
Only the finest will grow on the server farms
Weaponize this shit post to nuclear arms
So I blow up the Chan boards
"What's up, my guy, you holdin?"
Meet me down by the Light Rail station
I'm jonesin' hard for a Biden or Picard
Or some trash about Harambe
My wallet's full of bitcoins
I'm looking for the rare ones only
These cucks can't dream what we'eve been cooking
Selling arms to the leftist rebels
Fire up the Low Ion Cannon
And crowdsource the revolution
Only the spiciest of memes could satisfy me
GMO free
No corporate shills please
Only the finest will grow on the server farms
Weaponize this shitpost to nuclear arms
The generation born too late
Born too early for space
We were born just in time for dank memes
And to save this goddamn place
With the space race lost
Moved targets below ground
Think they're safe in their bunkers
From nuclear fallout
But Trump Empire falls to the Utopian Communists
When this shit post blows
We'll take the fucking continent
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2. |
Robot/Mech
04:00
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I've heard it all too many times before
Giant mechanized suit created for war
By an evil, ambivalent military complex
Piloted by children with no experience
Who thrusts that suit of armor into situations without context
It's a mech, not a robot
It's a tool not a life
It's a mech not a robot
But if that mech is able to love the human inside
And dreams of the day it's one purpose dies
Then that mech was a robot who tried
AGainst the system
A living example of existentialism
What kind of life is it too only know
How to inflict damage and destroy your foes
I watched it's death and I started to dream
That hunk of steel was not what it seemed
Behind those lightning hands and thunder thighs
That iron giant was actually alive
It's a mech not a robot
Or is it a robot not a mech
Has anyone bothered to check
I swear, I swear I saw the light
The spark behind that automaton's eyes
I swear I felt the sadness in its fight
Never knowing wrong from right
Only it's master's directive
The subjective objective
And when it starts to think
We call it defective
But if that mech is able to feel
It's reality isn't very real
The empty darkness within it's soul
Then that mech has a beautiful robot soul
Can't you feel it
The locked away human spirit
Or have we killed it
In the end that mech is not so distant
From humanity's trademark ignorance and indifference
There's no victory for that giant metal Sisyphus
From the citizen voting independent
Like the Native American descendant
Like the man all too sentient
That the dream has transcended
And that no one is innocent
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3. |
Aeris, Break My Heart
04:09
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I've been spending my Saturday nights
Bored and tired, and wrapped up in my apartment
Falling out of love with Tinder swipes
I'm looking for something not so anatomic
So I grabbed my disks of FF7
Fall in nostalgia holes for a week or two
Guess I'm off to save the planet
I know how to emotions from cartoons
I'm ready, Aeris, break my heart
I need someone to heal me badly
Tug my heartstrings with your flower curls
Spend a week at Costa Del Sol
Tug my heart is what I signed up for
Tinder matches never helped me save the world
Fell asleep on the couch again
I'm dreaming easy of paradise and promised land
Cloud's got it easy, let's face it
Breaking hearts ain't hard when there's not cost
I down a six pack when the swords fall
It's always hard to watch it slowly on the screen
Love's dying, dramatic
But I'm okay, I'm a traveller of the lifestream
I'm ready, Aeris, break my heart
I need someone to heal me badly
Tug my hearstrings with your flower curls
Spend a week at Costa Del Sol
Tug my heart is what I signed up for
Tinder matches never helped me save the world
This moment's been spoiled
La Petite Mort
I'm no stranger to the tragic side
This ain't love but it's alright
This ain't love
This ain't love
This ain't love but it's alright
Tug my heartstrings with your flower curls
Spend a week or two away from the world
Tug my heart is what I signed up for
I needed a week
Of mush and smut and
sadness and alcohol
To save the world
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4. |
Distance
03:20
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It's 4pm on a Friday
And I get the text from my friends
Let's go out for drinks,
Let's have a night
But lately I've been feeling too tired to do much
I'm burnt out from the work week
And studying for days
And it's true that I miss you,
But every time I get some time
I catch up on my sleep or my shows
If it helps you to know
I never agreed to this
What's one more weekend underground
I can make up when I'm less busy
We'll have a night we'll paint the town
Maybe when I've turned fucking forty
But as it stands when I think about you
I'll pour one out with cheers
To absent friends
To the both of us
We'll the distance always gets to me
And it's even worse with you away
I kept every letter you wrote to me
And fall asleep to your Pinback CDs
But to get from here to where you are
Would take at least three flights
To cross 9 states in 2300 miles
I'm not trying to be dramatic,
But the distance gets to me
What's one more weekend underground
I can make up when I'm less busy
I'll pick up the phone if I'm in town
I hope you know, I'd love to see ya
But as it stands when I think about you I'll
Drink a couple of beers
To absent friends to the both of us
And I know I'm hard to pin down but with you gone
Things are too quiet for my tastes
And these sleepless towns could use some nightlife
I'm going out of style
And I wanted to know
If you'd go out with me
One last time,
The next time I'm in town
What's one more weekend above ground
If I've got no more plans than you do
Work is busy and I'm burnt out
And, you know, distance gets to you
But if I'd know
It was you at the end of these flights
I could have rode three planes
With a smile
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5. |
Schuylkill River
02:29
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5000 gallons coming down on my melon
The weight God has given
To punish my lack of conviction
I can taste the frog spit
I can't inhale it
I'll have to accept it through osmosis
My concrete feet are killing me
Murky minds turn to muddled speech
Thoughts of death are always comforting
Floating past the trash
Jersey needles are sticking me
I'll never last as long as this plastic
Choking on the past
Things are going so swimmingly
Learning how to breathe
But burning rivers make me think
The natural purpose of everything
Is to witness and become suffering
And keep moving
Forever searching for
35th and Haverford
Happiness was never the answer
Floating past the trash
Insufficiency always driving me
I'll never last as long as this plastic
Uncomfortable at last
Things are going so swimmingly
Now that I've learned how to breathe
5000 gallons coming down on my melon
The greatest gift god has ever given
For what ignites the brain more than the fear of drowning
For what calms the soul more than the myopic act of dying
For what
For what
For nothing
For what
For what
For Bleefore
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