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Balsamic Fundamentalist
04:14
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build your monuments. cut your ribbons. exalt the privileged. silence the victims. we mask the truth and waltz with lies. look at the facts through blind mens' eyes. when will we finally carry a torch. and who will be the ones to light it? no matter what they tell you, we only have this once. you will be judge for your actions. not by god, but by time itself.
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Born-Again Boner Gobbler
03:30
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the path behind me is strewn with broken dreams of broken girls who have since become women. lying to themselves and their lovers. feigned content is the highest form of self-corruption. you are all already dead.
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Dank Rearden
01:53
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if he wasn't watching, if it was just you and i, and the trees, and the ground, and the sky. i think you know the answer, and i know the truth. (i know the fucking truth). i think it's why you're still standing here. (with the trees, the ground, the sky, and me). and these birds, that will never stop singing, because this will never truly end. i know, i know, i know.
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James Lighter
03:29
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nauseous, light-headed. broken and hopeless. is this what we've been chasing? aimless but hopeful. faithful but desolate. cautious but self-destructing. we contradict ourselves on our own terms. we live like thieves, but we'll die like kings.
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Bay of Dead Pigs
04:23
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i hadn't dreamt in years, or maybe i just never really slept. now my subconscious dances through the moments i enjoyed, and begs for those i never will. my pride, it gets in the way when i'm awake. and fear keeps me from learning through my mistakes. when i was young, i used to pray for visionless sleep. now i never pray and only see you in my dreams. and i don't know if god exists, but if he does he's a spiteful mother fucker. he twists my arms and pulls my legs, and my limbs used to be the only things i could trust. now all i have is my mind. but the white pills and white wine make it hard to stay between the white lines. and i may be self-addicted, but at least i'm self-aware. please, haunt me tonight while i sleep away the latest trends. the love and hate i felt for you, it breaks, but never bends. submit my pride, my ego has died, so please live inside, of my head tonight. my limbs, my limbs, i trusted you.
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Chester Avenue loud punk. Indy's shortest.
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