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The answer,
the question not asked in the back of a magazine
It's elusive,
so don't ask me, I don't have any better guess thank you
I must be having too much
But I'm not the only one
Tasting the forbidden fruit,
There is no absolute
There is no absolute,
There's nothing that's always true
I once prayed as a child for comfort,
now the dust has settled, I was just talking to myself
I try to drown my worries in wine
that must be why, why I'm so fucking happy all the time
I must be having too much
But I'm not the only one
Tasting the forbidden fruit,
There is no absolute
There is no absolute,
There's nothing that's always true
Still your god's got it out for me
Your god's got it out for me
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H-E-Double Hockey Sticks
02:31
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Gather all the vain and all the proud,
righteous, pious
we'll send them all to hell
Eat, sleep, repeat
is that all there is now?
Feed me desire fueled by selfish hands
Gather all the vain and all the proud,
righteous, pious
we'll send them all to hell
Retreat,
white flags of our exhaustion
and our defeat
consuming all there is
Gather all the vain and all the proud,
righteous, pious
we'll send them all to hell
I am ashamed
as vain as I am proud
so self-righteous
No knight in armor,
a jealous martyr
I'm slipping farther,
further down to hell
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All We Can Believe In
03:07
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I won't tell you
that I know what to believe
I can't
No I can't
Cause my conscience is a joke
and my mind is the punchline
My reason is asleep,
the monster it's creating is me
but I'll just blame it on my anxiety
Why I'm turning into the version
of myself that I hate the most
I'm fine
I'm always fine
This country is a joke
and your patriotism looks Stockholm Syndrome
Well at least we get to vote
and pick which motherfucker gets to squeeze us by the throat
The less of two evils is all we can believe in
I am not a fatalist, but I just wanna call it what it is
But I won't tell
that I know what to believe
(cause I can't)
My conscience is a joke
my mind is the punchline
So I'll choke down apathy
the monster it's creating is me
Least I'll be fine
I'm always fine
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All We Can Call Our Own
04:43
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I speak like I think I'm free
But this mortal coil is a chain that shackles me
Crown me king of the cowards
I'll sleep afraid in an ivory tower
Cause I don't wanna die believing in an afterlife
Cause I don't wanna die till I feel alive
till I feel alive
So crown me king of the cowards
I'll sleep afraid in an ivory tower
Cause I don't wanna die believing in an afterlife
No I don't wanna die until I feel alive
till I feel alive
Cause all we have is now
this is all we've ever known
A fever dream, a lucid state we've found
this is all we can call our own
Call our own
So crown me king of the cowards
Cause I don't wanna die believing in an afterlife
Cause I don't wanna die until I feel alive
Until I feel alive
Cause all we have is now
this is all we've ever known
A fever dream, a lucid state we've found
this is all we can call our own
Call our own
I speak like I think I'm free
but this mortal coil is a chain that shackles me
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The solo catalog of Logan Ressler includes all flights of fancy- floaty ambient, pummeling alt rock, and walls of shoegaze textures. As a producer Logan works with all kinds of artists, but specializes in alternative, rock, and metal.
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