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Significance Theme
05:51
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Chase me from the commonplace
I afford to dissociate
and I wonder not
why you’re accosting for pretentiousness -
you’re scared to admit you care
And that’s why you elected the inane
and find ways to define yourself
with neat little boxes that let you out
from under the weight of your promise
Slamming your gavel to the beat
Hammering blindly to the tune
of Insignificance
Chase me at the carapace
where I have stumbled upon a flame
I can’t help it
I can’t look away
I feel that everything is grave
Meet me at the commonplace
we’ll have a laugh at inanities
like one more motherfucker fighting for
the majority
still clinging
Slamming your gavel to the beat
Hammering blindly to the tune
of Insignificance
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A Promise to Suffer
05:29
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You don’t have the patience
not to cater to the impatient
So you cave in
and the result is
one less way to be fortunate
I don’t know why you’d ever
sacrifice the future
for the present
fleeting moment
There is nothing worth that
There is nothing worth that
Let the child’s voice float into the ether
Never trade the actual for the potential
Well, fork it over to the children
a promise to suffer
A monument to pain - unnecessarily
Let the child’s voice float into the ether
We don’t have to offer a narrowing of potential
Let the child’s voice float into the ether
Never trade the actual for the potential
Well, fuck you for your contribution;
a promise to suffer
A monument to pain - unnecessarily
Let the child’s voice float into the ether
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The only lesson we cannot afford
The knowledge worthless if gumption ignored
Into the vessel it cannot be poured
Stripped of all adversity we’ll find no identity
and we fall back on consumer culture of
hyper vapidity
soaking wet with pathology
Consider the role of tragedy in maturity
tension in release
Atrophy was always working play into our hands
Mother nature beckons you do not understand
What else can you say except
it’s easy to get fat in this land but
All the muscle in the world wont make your blade sing
All the money in the world wont make your blade sing
That safety you seek makes good for nothing
Weapons of Complacency
Pacified by theodicy
Kindness and blue skies in lieu of
sour taste of reality
depreciated
Not everything used to be so soaked in pathology
and the pleasure of agreeance makes us
cling to shaking hands
Mother nature becons you do not understand
What else can you say it’s just
it’s easy to get fat in this land but
All the muscle in the world wont make your blade sing
(don’t) trust me there is no solace in their luxury
Trust me there is no solace in their luxury
There is no solace in their luxury
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Pitted
06:20
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Cool the color in your eyes
Don’t let’s summarize
They tell you define but of the wrong kind
We’re seeing an indistinguishing
Yet we carve our boundaries
Take a job at the poison factories
They pay well the parasites
the same that suck you dry
to spin a fear of pretention
to keep bipartisan
Don’t let’s talk of good and evil
‘problem is much too subtle
and to discern all we can
divide the whole without relent
the Flower of Discernment
discerning doors open
You can’t get rid of your opposition
They are your definition
like a zero without a one
dismisses its origin
disintegration
helps us from under the weight of
a balance to be struck
cause we sit at the helm of privilege
our job is not to deflect
and to discern all we can
Divide the whole without relent
Subjects of endless discourse
that hold not a thing sacred
and to not settle safetly
on words that make things easy
And when we get what we deserve
- perpetually between hurdles -
dissolve self pity again
again & again again
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I won’t shy away from the third party
I know that we are one and the same
First in a wave - following
I saw choices echoing
Logically
Non-unique in origin
The same way
you’re like a cat running from a vacuum
Don’t understand coincidence
It’s not coming after you
You’re such the victim of suspecting of malice echoing
Don’t Protect Yourself
I saw choices echo
and thought it good to know
that if I wanna kill your pattern
every turn matters
because our choices respond in kind
Rig to blow or diffuse collective mind
Strategy
I think you’re the victim of your own robbery
Your sickness is a symptom of your own vocabulary
You’re such the victim of suspecting of malice echoing
Don’t Protect Yourself
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Herniated
04:49
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I take it as a challenge
The thing that made you dig so deep
Stuck in the moment
You only have the shell of me
Further down the rabbit hole
I’m navigating weird glissando
You asked me what I thought of you
I couldn’t tell you the truth
But I’ve been wondering the same thing
and would you tell that for me?
cause truth is hard to find
with pretention on the line
so dry your sullen eyes
For 19 days in a row
and with your nose in the dirt
you can’t feel it grow
with 19 days just to think
& with your nose in the dirt
you can’t feel it shrink
For 19 days in a row
& with your nose in the dirt
you can’t feel it grow
for 19 days just to think
& with your nose in the dirt
You can’t feel it shrink
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Nothing to say,
children pend on your insight
Bubbles of speech and nothing to place inside
You will still try - and why shouldn’t you?
Force your way into their fovea
just to spread your poison No Judgment message
Infects culture
Incapacitates a whole nation
with Carelessness
not a strength but a weakness
Insight you could send but instead
you pray for them
Petulant trudge to reach podium
Boasting that you don’t care
I think it’s clear, you’re trembling with fear
Coward, they will only find you showered in warmth
Petulance is making the world for kids
and your excuse is not OK
to pollute the airwaves
with another Ode to the Quarter Note
Selling them exactly what they expect
Audience has always been children
Rewarding them for their impatience
Standing at pinnacle influence babbling baby noises
The shape calls to be small but
you are too decided to fit
Nevermind your size just cram it in
with Carelessness
is what you deem as success
is what disarms them
and your lies betray the future
Use the review
The judgment is good for you
Sorry boy your hero’s done steered ya wrong
when they said
‘Only god can judge me - dance your problems away’
Living for the moment - superficial motives
Victim of what you want
keeping your achievements so trivial
Your theme is soft, like a boss
and all of mine were petty fucks
doomed to surface issues
legacy of warm rooms
Time will fuse the value of trivial pursuits
History’s of little substance when
reality you hoped would be
subject to your childish whims
I want you to tell them to take care
Careless attitude will not prevail
I want you to tell them to take care
Cater to the children
No patience
Crippling their palate
Now tasteless
Superficial path of
No substance
Lying for acceptance
No judgment
Still I hear you offer
No Insight (for the kids)
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A band born of an album many years in the making - written and performed by Dan Smith (Low Dose / ex Fight Amp) and recorded by drummer Matt Weber (The Ages / Young Statues) - Sleep Tactics recruited bassist Josh Taylor and played their first show in July of 2018, and released their debut self-titled LP in August of 2019. ... more
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