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Looks Like Rain
01:07
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No lyrics on this one. So fuck off.
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Downpour
01:25
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[Give me the] lightning flash and the thunder crack,
I'm losing a fight with the world and it's not even fighting back.
Let the downpour wash me clean.
Rinse me of this filth I'm caked in and return it to the earth.
Shine, like new, my abilities.
Relieved of such a burden, I could thrive.
It could feel good to be alive.
Let the sun beat off, and burn down my disease.
Alone, we are.
Alone we will remain,
And I will leave the world alone.
Let the downpour wash away my home.
While I face against the current,
and maintain this stroke and riddim,
that I might hold this position,
until I'm stranded on my own.
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Give Up
00:10
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Give up, it's hopeless, and you know this.
It's hopeless and you've only yourself to blame,
You can only trade in your failures for more of the same.
Give up, it's over. Fuck it, it's dead.
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The Chase
03:21
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My legs are tired,
My feet are swolen,
My feet are blistered,
My legs are folding,
The chase has carried on so long,
And I've nowhere near caught up.
My lungs are wheazing,
My stomach's empty,
My heart is pounding,
I've ulcers, plenty,
The chase has carried on so long,
And carried on for naught.
Drain the pus.
The weeping holes,
That line my guts,
Are seeping my intentions.
This is all my own invention.
The phantom gases,
Feeding my distention.
I pray for rot upon my spinal column,
Edging, solemn,
To feast on my intangible insides.
Leave me hollow and fragile.
We chase to feel alive,
But the best parts of us died,
Before the chase began,
When we were open wide.
Now we do what we can to stay alive.
To slow the rot inside,
And try to understand,
But it's far out of our hands.
The chase ends where the chase began.
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A Fucking Downpour
03:14
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I saw the sky light up from all the way across town.
I perched on a wall and felt the first drops fall down.
The sun rose up and washed out the lightning flashes.
I walked in the wrong direction, away from the peace I had found.
Cleansed by a downpour. The best I could be.
There's no one else to blame but me.
I made a promise that I am yet to break.
I believe that the recipient did care some in that time and place.
But now only I can benefit from the promise I made.
And I no longer believe that recipient would care either way.
Give up. It's hopeless and you've only yourself to blame.
Give up. You can only trade in your failures for more of the same.
There's only so much a downpour can cleanse.
The weeds can be cut short but they'll grow back again.
I can carry on trimming them to my hearts content.
Or I can shotgun a bottle of Weedol and bring their growth to an end.
Give up, and you've only yourself to blame.
Give up. You're only trading your failures for more of the same.
Give up. Time will heal all wounds, but it'll also clog veins.
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Dr. Nowt Manchester, UK
Born at the dank floor of a ceaselessly deepening pit, Dr. Nowt, in his decreasing sanity, haphazardly hurls notes and words together, bellowing out the result upward through the void in the hope that it might reach the surface, even just to the lip of his abode where by chance, one might happen upon his cries and project outward his message of peace, kindness, hope and a distaste for humanity. ... more
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