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ADSR
03:24
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All...
All our ugly friends...
All our ugly friends are coming back
Dial down the decay, turn up the attack
Dial down the decay, turn up the attack
Turn up the attack
Someone's still
Following you, I can guarantee
From the Young Man's Terror Society
On your back, the Young Man's Terror Society
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2. |
Extinction Plan
02:59
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The truth is our dead, they don’t carry messages
Like ghosts with secondhand code…
But still, still, still, still, still I’ll turn up my ears
If my mother appears and speaks to me out in the snow
It was cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold as it gets
The worst of the Midwest. No accident
We stripped what was left of her out of that house
While my father made plans to skip town
And if there’s any kind, kind, kind, kind of kindness in the world
That’s the last time I’ll go back there
I took photos and dishes and decorations for trees
And my sister, she did what she could
Hell, it’s been a sandstorm year
That’s the last time I’ll go back there
Well it looks, looks, looks, looks, looks like while your back was turned
God built the perfect mousetrap. No accident
Dust and ash of man, extinction plan
Shaking hands, just sand on sand
Birth of man, extinction plan
Birth of man, extinction plan
Birth of man, extinction plan
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3. |
Every Pulse a Star
08:40
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Sundown, Detroit, ‘91, I sat out and counted time
Saw the clouds and the trees and sunshine all get segmented to hell by the power lines
I was stitch-lipped while there was way too much noise outside
Head down, block out, lock arms, learn what shame comes on about
School full of pricks, white skin makes me sick, can’t say a thing out loud
It’s not the static that you’re hearing, kid, just how you learn to tune it out
But who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you anyway?
Who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you anymore?
Are you slow? Are you dumb? Are you fucked in the head? Are you cruel as they come?
Cigarette on the ground, are you deaf to the sound, are you passing all that stuff down?
Dogs howling in my veins and I still hear ‘em if I come around
But who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you now, who needs you anyway?
Who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you now, who needs you now
Who needs you now, who needs you anymore?
Snow on the ground, we were hospital bound in Jenn’s sedan
Distance of years, vacant empire heirs, it doesn’t change where the sound began
Just hear the surgeons out, try to make some plan if you can and I can!
Every song a satellite to where we are
Wrapping arms around a bruised guitar
Every pulse a star
A tattoo just like a cross-shaped scar
Won’t get too far
Shudder soul strapped to an ICU bed
Tremolo through the floor instead
To loose each thread
To wait for this drop in time
When our nerve turns lead
It’s the grief that sets my hair falling out
My scattered boy scout doubt
My last blowout
And all the shit I keep seeing now
That I can’t tell the doctors about
Slow learner, but the future comes on steep
A code I can’t outthink
The clock’s clean sweep
Now we’re just two bodies passing away
Into waves of stone black sleep
A tattoo just like a cross-shaped scar
Every pulse a star
A tattoo just like a cross-shaped scar
Every…
…pulse a star
Every false alarm or daydream
Every sinking sound
Every loss of ground or sunbeam
Every heart attack
Every don’t look back, a warning
Every dealer’s choice
Every shaking voice still learning
Every pulse a star
Every stolen car or airbag
(Who’s that rattling after us?)
Every bought and sold
Every heart of gold or white flag
(Who’s that rattling after us?)
Every iron gate
Every birthday cake uneaten
(Who’s gonna come to Earth for me?)
Every scorpion
Every champion unbeaten
(Who’s gonna drain my memory?)
Every missing friend
Every bitter end
(Who’s gonna come to Earth for me?)
(Who’s gonna drain my memory?)
(Who’s that rattling after us?)
(Who’s that rattling after us?)
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4. |
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Never had to go to rehab, never had to sober up
But I was seeing stars, heads in jars on the day I joined up
With the Young Man’s Terror Society
Down a splintered road, heavy load, hide out in the lost and found
The dark side of every ride when you know you’re losing ground
There’s still your lifelong brothers in anxiety
All built by design to get weirder all the time
It’s always been these hard times in a long, long, long, long line from you to me
Til the cheap shots and dark thoughts found someplace else to be
Away from the Young Man’s Terror Society
This is the year I declare war on my mind
This is the year we leave our weakest behind
(Okay!)
Now there’s roots they found inside our skulls, there’s tardigrades in our veins
Our hearts’ freeze-dried, our lungs flash-fried, soft news’ll keep us sane
In this Young Man’s Terror Society
Well just as soon as it’s clear check for word out there, but whatever you do
Change the locks, don’t go to the cops, you know they’re in on it too
Watch the sinking state of the enemy
Oughta be proud, we got in where we ain’t allowed
Our fear’s been swallowed whole, fuck our souls, squad cars pulling up where we were
There’s nothing new we won’t do to put our crooked brains in stir
Let those longtime villains come and see
This is the year we slow our system decline
This is the year we declare war on our mind
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5. |
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Like a holy triangle sleeping in the Midwest
I traced three points around Lake Michigan, then I came to rest
Well if the future don’t get here soon, I swear I’m coming for it
A place where I won’t ever get old, a place where I can’t get sick
But I believe, believe, believe they’ll save my brain
I’ll be the same
Only newer
While you’re trying to hear the birds as they sing to the catalpa tree sway
Every scene dissolves into all the things that could take it away
It could be a crash or a knife or it could be a shock to the chest
Just like the last thing my mother ever sensed
On a bathroom floor at St. John’s I felt my stomach twist
White noise as the doctors insist
We get ready
I was thinking about my behavior and my buried first name
Came home from the wake feeling tired and ugly and ashamed
When I was a kid I couldn’t tell what was swimming around in my brain
So what came out must’ve seemed cruel and insane
And I believe, believe, believe that’s why I changed my name
But what stayed the same
Just got older
But I believe, believe, believe in what’s to come
In songs unsung
In the future
I believe, believe, believe in what’s to come
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6. |
Escape Velocity
04:58
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Let me try to explain this again
As the tanks come rolling in
As the tanks come rolling in and there’s an army at…
An army at my back
I’m the worm in your heart’s heart
The threadbare catalyst spark
I’m your dying dog’s last bark
That faint pulse that says you’re not coming back
I won’t be waiting to see for myself
The rot of disease and failing health
The day is coming soon when I’ll…
I’ll rewire death
Work our way up from the swamp!
Work our way out of the stocks!
Work our way up from the swamp!
Work out way out of the stocks!
No more heart attack!
Second class!
Built to last!
Take it back!
Talk about release from the weight
Of your soul and your brain’s clean slate
Now this whole damn world is gonna
Feel out of date
Let me try to explain this again
Patience has been my best friend
You got a fuckin lot of nerve
To think this is the end
Work our way up from the swamp!
Work our way out of the stocks!
Work our way up from the swamp!
Run through the mud and the rocks!
Work our way up from the swamp!
Work our way out of the stocks!
(Pull your boots from the pull of the mire you’re in)
Work our way up from the swamp!
(Just to shrug off the weight of original sin)
Work our way out of the stocks!
(Til the crush of heavy cogs rolls us back down again
But I’ve got a bomb at the base of your heart
And a blueprint to rebuild it from the start)
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7. |
Invisible Animal Waltz
01:02
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(Instrumental)
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8. |
Dakoder
04:20
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And these days I’m the hammer banging on your wall
And these days I’m the number you don’t think to call
Reversed back to a starting crawl
There’s no sky out here for you to see
Just the ugly sex we’re still having
And who would stand me in front of your crowd?
It’s the slow way my brain turns these things around
My mouth just couldn’t form the sound
You’ve aged in a way I couldn’t stand
And me in a way you couldn’t understand
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And I thought a song might make you feel better
About what happened to your brain
I was sure I knew how we were gonna die
I was wrong but I can’t explain
We move, electric dawn
Space and time, pistols drawn
Fuck the ages
Fuck excuses
Hit the switch
Now we might outlive the wolves at the door
That made us think sin was a sin
Bide our time stomping on the floor
Til the roof in hell caves in
We move, electric dawn
Space and time, pistols drawn
Fuck the ages
Fuck excuses
Unwrite the pages
Your angry bruises
Lunar phases
Whoever loses
Hit the switch
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10. |
Black Stone Buried
05:37
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In my heart there’s a black stone buried
There’s a black stone buried in my heart
Where we’ve been, who we’ve called and carried
Where we’ll all be buried for our part
Don’t you feel like it all got scary
Like it all got scary way too fast?
In the past like a bad memory
Of the times you’re cut free from at last
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
We never tried that hard
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
We never tried this hard before
In my head there’s a dark thought growing
There’s a rude stream flowing through the fir
Been so long we couldn’t trust our feelings
Couldn’t risk revealing who we were
The backslide that we let decide
How we’ll stay inside from now on
All the pricks couldn’t find a vein
And the Big Bang came with a yawn
Can you hold it back? Won’t last the drought!
Can you make it stand? In fits and shouts!
Is your gun in hand? Without a doubt!
Is your next life planned? Good looking out!
In my chest there’s a slow pulse beating
Like two cold winds meeting in my chest
Short on time, friends and family we’ve lost
Blowing seeds across the Midwest
In my soul there’s a thin break spreading
There’s a dull ache treading ‘cross my soul
There’s a breach from a rising tide
There’s a judge deciding what we owe
In my heart there’s a black stone buried
There’s a black stone buried in my heart
Where we’ve been, who we’ve called and carried
How we’ve all been wary from the start
Da da da, da da da da dada
Dada da, da da da da dada
Dada da, da da da da
Da da da da
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11. |
Slow Signal Present
06:03
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I’m on a snakebite, rolled tight, get out before it falls
Here’s the steeple, show the people the things you’ve learned so far
And through the wall I hear another voice
This one saying, “In another life I’d’ve married the bitch by now”
You gotta be a monster to wear a monster’s clothes
Dark and handsome, a cold hand’s ransom, and now it shows
That you’re hardly a person, hardly a person at all
Hardly a person, hardly a person at all
You’re hardly a person, hardly a person, hardly a person at all
And you’re hardly a person, hardly a person at all
When you, when you, when you first knew
When you, when you, when you first knew
When you, when you first knew your mind
Was gonna kill you
When you, when you first knew your mind
Was gonna kill you
And you’re hardly a person, hardly a person at all
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12. |
Don't Come Runnin'
02:23
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Whacha don’t understand is these are parting words
Fighting the pounding jangle to be heard
It could be years before this’ll make much sense
So speak your piece but ready your defense
Now they’re all gone
Now they’re all, all, all gone
We gotta hide that stuff inside a melody
This patient lapse in our insincerity
Buried under the fragile shit we make
Unique as your grief and twice as hard to shake
But don’t come runnin’
Don’t come runnin’
Don’t come runnin’ after your dead
Don’t come runnin’
Don’t come runnin’ after the dead
Don’t come runnin’
Don’t come runnin’
Don’t come runnin’ after the dead
Don’t come runnin’
Don’t come runnin’ after the dead
Don’t come runnin’ after the dead
Don’t come runnin’ after the dead
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