1. |
Never Was an Heir
03:05
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“Naga def..."
Hit it up.
Never was, never was, never was an heir.
Buried the mite in the ground.
Never was, never was, never was an heir.
Tarnish the metal you give.
Never was, never was, never was an heir.
Mmmm….
Not a child any more and not your pride
Never was, never was, never was an heir.
No oh…
Spoiled three thousand, flashed it on the fire with natron
And the banker sold your gift for profit.
I never was, never was an heir to you.
Never made a business to my keeping
Have yet to be a Mezzofanti in your eyes
Like the mother who fawns on the eldest now
Her own efforts stay in gauze.
Buried the mite in the ground.
Never was, never was, never was an heir.
Tarnish the metal you give.
Never was, never was, never was an heir.
Not a child any more and not your pride
Never was, never was an heir.
Spoiled three thousand flashed it on the fire...
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2. |
Static
02:33
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Sugared skulls and candy souls line the scenic streets
A wedding for all
A funeral for some
We all hope to meet again
But we never do
Oh we never do
They’re just words to fill the space
When you cut us to the late night sign-off
We’re gone without a trace
Stand up for your pledge
Watch the banner fly
And you see the static coming to an end
Synthetic balls and sterilized halls
Made up the coldest mornings
Mix some fear and spray the Lysol
And you’re ready for a treat
But you never know when you have to go
You’re just prostrate in defeat
Praying this room’s not the end of me
This ain’t the last beat
Stand up for your pledge
Watch the banner fly
Give it your last word
Your last post
Your last cry
You didn’t even try
Your family didn’t know you loved them so
So you’re pushing for one last time
And you see the static coming to an end
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3. |
It May Be
02:21
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Hello, nobody.
Must fathers and grandfathers trace the same roads?
Open, I’m knocking
Lest youth of past be wasted up in bed.
I see three years ahead.
A precious trial of wealth and time.
The point of which you must decide whether that spirit in your head is all a lie.
‘Cause it says “breathe, walk, eat, procreate, and kill”
‘Cause it may be a goddess or it may be a primate or, either we’ve gotta go.
Either way we’ve gotta go.
Be sure I ain’t praying ‘cause I’m on my own.
I’m on my own.
I’m on my own.
I’m on my own.
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DOS DIGIT
Original songs and covers performed by Vincent Teetsov.
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