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JFK​—​LHR

by Dead Architect

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1.
The Narrows 02:44
THE NARROWS 5 hours, 9 hours—the square that sucks The shape that drains all energy and capacity Idiot box we feed into All the colours of a retro 8-bit More than you imagined More than you ever dreamed Where is straight? How about the narrow? Rescue me from these vintage megaplexes Wipe away the pain, 1 line at a time Masters/gamble on the genius of geometry They play within frames 3 steps ahead 14 hours at a time, then never again Hold... Hold... Hold... Release and burn! Rejoice in the towers that fall Watch them burn to nothing Win? Only loss will prove true gain And we will wait until the stars align and plan unfolds The hold, the straight, the narrow The win For 65(000) is 100 lines
2.
MADMAN DIARIES Read of you in the madman diaries Heard of your hunger in the end Tomorrow bankrupt Yesterday's friend Greeds not isolated You get what you give, Ill gift to you what you deserve Agony bequeathed to those that you serve The golden beasts have lost their way We used to envy you Our fatal envy tore us apart What did you expect? The high status fell to lunar park The golden beasts have lost their way...
3.
ANCHORED TO A BLACK CLOUD Blood stains paint the pages, my nose drips, cracked lips Coffee stains keeping these wet eyes open Shame will keep you awake A vice that remains unresolved The feeling that you're slowly fucking dying Every night I wake up dreaming Only to find I am not breathing The mistakes of my past, paths that leave me seething The lungs unfilled that keep on screaming I'll never see a sunrise beyond those clouds Lie in the dusk aftermath Staring down a ghost road Looking through a window Only seeing your own reflection And never taking the first step Smoke billows up Covering the daylight with night Create the ashen sunset The infamous forest covered by the mourning sky And we're anchored to the black cloud Beyond the hills the mourning ocean Anchored to a black cloud
4.
NOWHERE TO NOTHING This is the new beginning An opening and a fresh start The "i" generation has spoken And requires disposable art But as the creators and forgers It's time to make our mark This is our new beginning You will not throw away our art Because we follow the passion inside Even if it leads nowhere to nothing We will acknowledge the pain that drives And leads us nowhere to nothing For what you hear is our heart and soul! Years of experience Crammed into a 3 minute window With no pretence for change No hope for fame Only a modest desire for a digital eternity... Possession, but the perfect term, for they own us Nowhere to hide Nothing to hide from Because we follow the passion inside Even if it leads nowhere to nothing We will acknowledge the pain that drives And leads us nowhere to nothing
5.
THE WHORE AND THE GOD This cultural cesspool we call society is beginning to rot And you the fucker renting the ground floor The remnants of civilization demand a higher motivation Bleed for the banks Or collapse and crawl So we plan to worship the only whore that ever paid us any mind And call that whore a god and call that love faith Follow and fall the hand of man and preach prejudice through violence Kill me now I'm telling god everything
6.
FIRST TO BURN Long and drawn out Our artificial goodbye This nostalgic feeling of emptiness That plagues my soul Drapes of colour interplay The romance with the muse I'll watch and wait for the subjects speech Never Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn Her silent epiphany Never Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn Sealed In oil With eyes that no longer exist And a scattered past of poverty and sickness That will never make her kneel Nothing can inhibit /the brush stokes Of nails hammered by the son Posing in modest glory Her heart forever sealed With a starry reflection you leave The gallery so eloquently created I'll watch and wait for the subjects speech Never Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn Her silent epiphany Never Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn.
7.
Palm Burner 03:00
PALM BURNER When does the quest for fame become as important as jerking and Choking or ODing in a hotel room We worship the ground the scum grace And beg and pray for their empty lives to be ours Scraping together 18 bucks to piss down the box office as their egos throb in their thrones We worship the ground the scum grace And beg and pray for their empty lives to be ours Feed and idolize the already dead souls of wasted artists Don't be misled to believe that art can only come from suffering. Just know that art doesn't flaunt /boredom in the face of the masses in the form of a burning Maserati We worship the ground the scum grace And beg and pray for their empty lives to be over
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Patriots 03:54
PATRIOTS Your flag Is a noose to be hanged by Sealed and tied With the dream inside Proud to be part of this decrepit hole Crawl from the sewer to the throne Since when did this become a "passionate" endeavor To uphold and idolize the most righteous of scum Nation led by one? Illusion democratic Blind choice turned against us Elected to lead but never to rule The most pure representation Of ignorance There is no greater poet than a politician No greater artist of deception Burning their master stroke onto our canvas The traitors, liars, and patriots You're all the same—you are You are insane—you are We are to blame—we are We're all the same—we are Traitors—Burning their master stroke onto our canvas Liars—Burning their master stroke onto our canvas Patriots—Burning their master stroke onto our canvas You're all the same—you are You are insane—you are We are to blame—we are We're all the same—we are

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released December 15, 2014

Written and performed by Bart, Ben, Dillon and Tyson.

Recorded by Tyson and Ben.

Mixed & Mastered by Tyson.

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