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Negative Space

by Sneaky Creeps

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Dependable technologies Destroying our needs And altering our seed Filling life and eternity Dust and lust filled wandering Frustration biting Feeling of hate and living beneath Only hopes disintegrate Out of sight and out of mind Setting our clocks to all the same time Frustration biting Corrupting your love And aching your bones Committing no crimes And flexing their tone Frustration biting
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Antisocial 03:38
You're sitting quiet and all alone Looking grave as a tombstone Your glass is filled again and again You're being antisocial, you didn't come to make friends Maybe I have the wrong impression But can you answer a couple of questions? Why are you here? And are you open to suggestion? Antisocial For hours the band goes on Playing obvious cover songs But you're not here for atmosphere All you do is lurk and leer Antisocial
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Going through a gossip renaissance I can't get out when your inside my head Nowhere near the beach, so whats the point? I feel a breeze, but it isn't a relief It could be fear, or the pain of learning I don't care I have nothing to carry So what's the weight the band sings about? The truth is truth is I have my answer The truth i truth is You aren't the answer Going through a gossip renaissance You still hold my skeleton key There are no chains, but I'm held by something Big pressure, I need a break down I'm not a mountain, but I will not crumble You're just a shadow when I close my eye A permanent shade, you are ghost cold I have an escape But its only the summer I have an escape Now I need another The weight is bigger The pain is better The weight is bigger The pain is
4.
I'm feeling uninspired Hey, what's your sign? You keep me well informed But I haven't got the time The little words That fill my head Don't make my heart interested Can't make a love out of trivia Don't want a love made of trivia Junk in the mail Cloh in my drain Ads in my face Face on a screen Boundaries are gone Taken away Intentions were here But they're starting to fade I live in a world made of trivia Can't leave this world made of trivia Let's go When ritual repeats Tradition begins I'm almost 26 And I can't pretend The things we do When we are bored Don't add up to much Not anymore When ritual repeats Religion is born What if no one believes What if no one is sure Do we still have our souls Are we more than they say Long view to the end Short-sighted today Are we more? Stopped by the light Stuck in the snow Burst in the pipe Call on the phone The little things that waste my time Keep me spun, don't let me unwind I have a life made of trivia We live in these lives made of trivia
5.
Drawn into a hypnotists' convention Commanding all of my attention Speaking tongues real me in Snake charms I can't resist Paralyzed, frozen stiff Memories surface again It's all the matter, out of my hands Empty repetition, a total cleanse Guided eyes desires shift There are things I want to miss Lost inside the hypnotists' convention Looking for a secure position Hanging by a thread on your suggestion Today's the day to get broken in
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D.M.T. N.Y. 01:02
Don't move to New York Your midwestern life Feels a little quaint (and a little tame) So you want to move Where nobody sleeps Don't move to New York You want to move Because your life is a mess Find a new town Get a second chance Don't move to New York
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Sell my blood Push more drugs Scratchers tickets don't convince lady luck And honest work Desperate still Lose your worth on the grind for dollar bills Scheme or dream, splitting hairs Here to there, splitting hairs Uncertainty Follows me Just the same staying course 'til the end I lose my face Forget myself Be possessed like the rest, soul on sale What's it worth splitting hairs? My fingers crossed, splitting hairs A small satisfaction in the morning From another night that couldn't kill me Someone's selling second chances And they forgot to bill me All my possessions fallen to pieces And all that's left are my hands But if the come n' go swings back around I'll be in the promised land So I'll sell my blood And push those drugs Stack the bills to the black, evened up Warrant tries To dispair Cover-up running dry, I don't care Wrong or right, splitting hairs Fight or flight, splitting hairs
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Skeleton Key 01:51
Resting in my bed filled with certainty Our sacrifice someday soon will be A discounted price for a limited time Well be right back where we started from So don't get off the line Just keep sitting on the fence From the morning until night Looking for a dawn inside a darkness Sleeping it off inside a coffin guitar case Filling up a space you don't fit inside We've got common sense And some common ground So lets light some incense up And start to settle down Call now for a good time Come collect your finders fee If money can buy it all Is it a time thing? If you weren't the chain on me Where would my ball be? How has a feeling of love started stalling? Is this wrong or is it right?
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No Happening 04:26
Time has eroded All that we have My hands keep holding Sand from the hour glass Down time No happening No justice, old photographs For an absent mind You should record this My jog into file Dead line Small talk says nothing About whats at stake Sharp eyes, corralling Fingering our disguise Long lies No happening
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Burn It Down 02:58
You've spent a lifetime On the decline Stuck in this town Makes you want to burn it al down Burn it down to the ground Blacked out in basement Right by the air vent Made friends with concrete Fahey on repeat Because I want hear it, hear it, hear it again Love me like your dealer I can make the pain disappear Sense of purpose less than perfect I want the world to disappear I want it to burn, burn down to the ground

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released March 12, 2014

Recorded, mixed, and Mastered by Joel Nanos of Element Recording, KC, MO

Isaac Ahloe-Bass
Max Crutcher-Drums and yell/talk
Andy Erdrich-Guitar, loops/noises, and yell/talk

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