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Real Thin Line
03:24
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Firing verbal bullets once used
Fed up
So effortless, always lined up on cue
It’s all so true
Big applaud, you’re just so perfect
Miles away from something fallible
This, the way that you carry on through
Right on.
Well, I'll see you when I see you
Light worn out inside of you
Can’t say you didn’t know
You’re crossing a real thin line
Why care for things that we forgot?
I’ve one life I must attend to, and I’m flyin solo
Unlike you, no need for a crown
Deemed it just right with relevance found
A place you’ll never find
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Fail-Safe
03:39
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The noose you haul becomes you
It’s real, no false alarm
Each way, you are oblivious
Heads strong in the room
Envisioned that our plight wouldn’t fall through
Stop yourself and leave it alone
Antics you respond to
It's a waste of time but you've got it figured out
When you’ve conjured up your excuse
So state it now, rhetoric notions are on the move
You’ll know when you face the ground
What's left in the light of wonder?
There’s no set guide to follow
Hey, i might have dragged this on too long
Heads strong in the room
Overthrown, my raising voice subdued
Signing out, a vault of chapters closed
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Stupid Little Secrets
03:47
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Should have read all the signs, thought we had best of times
That had made me the fool, living it through and through
Now this soul's running free, did you know?
Don't feel the need to persuade you, Surfacing from this lie
I don't wanna free us, I don't wanna heal us
I will never cave in, I will never break
No bribe, you may be so bold
Just how low will you go?
Make it so, let’s just break it down
Enough with your stupid little secrets
Who do you think you are?
And when you're ready to go, I will have simply moved on
Now it's my turn to play, I’ve got nothing to prove
But it's not like you would know
Shielded from remarks you throw, you're just too late
My own butterfly has armed wings to testify
You, you're sensational, irreplaceable
I'm infected with your heart's gold
You, quite phenomenal, had me hooked right from the start
You, you're insatiable, unexplainable
I'm injected with this lie's cold
Here, I'm disposable
You never played your part, yet I’m still loathed
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4. |
Generation Gag
03:34
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Make each of your puppets bow
You set the tone, unknowing
Around the maze the wrong way
Give it up
The king will tumble soon
Things I have done to protect you
What you choose to oversee
This time I move right through
Fight off each day
Wrapped around your chord someway
I’ll figure it out, it’s just a matter of knowing how
Rage is sole
Who makes the rules?
No different than what used to be
Did start to wear thin, resolve – it seemed grim
Caged within my control
Stitched up, now try to break in
A look back at dreams delayed
Feels like I’m starting over
Just focused on the trail
Keeping up
More of the same
Why can’t I guide me?
Reinstate far from below
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5. |
State Of The Art
03:51
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Give without gain, it's all a test meant for you
Cursed for the rest of our days
Can't keep it cool
Showcased worries in use
It's all so clear to me
Light will drain, it's all a test meant for you
A near certainty
So, I will fight tooth and nail and break through
Same as it's always been
Bounce straight off the walls
Pick at my mind to see
It crushes my will
There is no release
Life in my veins
There’s nothing past I can undo
Endure, it's all but a phase
It will take you
Too much splendor removed
It's all so clear to me
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Automatic
03:19
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Manners so robotic
Once at peace so bitter
Patience is caving, tolerance left behind
Enough for one day
Getting so frantic, can't last forever
Why so neurotic? as if... a favor
Play along, for you it's automatic
But you work every means to fall
Believe what ain't so, put it all together once through
And rub it till there's static
It's where you belong
Just count the times that you were wrong
Collided, retracted
There was no way to fight it
Don't know what's right from wrong, always such a burn
Seem so delighted, your life so recited
It starts right now, it's what you're racing for
The dotted lines that burst thus far
This shrugging's getting quite monotone
Your false validity raised the bar
Pure reflection of you
Given the notice to disregard
You're surrounded
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7. |
Hit Play (Bonus Track)
03:57
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Doors open at the record store now
They’re playing it loud so you reach in your pocket
Hey kid, I guess you’ve never known
But maybe you will get your turn
Simple rundown
Hit play
It’s everything we ever were
Played our tapes all night long, HIFI is true
Remembered every single word
What a vibe, in each way it felt right
Flip once, reload
Nothing now matches the tone
Thank the memories that set me free
Get a taste, the sweet spot is found
The meters peek out, they take off like a rocket
Midnight on the dot, the every day cliché
But that is when our lives occurred
Way past sundown
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Butch Gerald Ottawa, Ontario
Hi. I'm Butch. I play stuff. I write tunes. I record. Yay. The end.
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