Cursed!
Intro/Outtro
Sandy Transition
Darkest Are The Silent Days
Bad Design
Harm Alarm
Don't Poke a Penguin
Light Metal Breeze
Lifetime Disease
Oasis of Stasis
Double Your Treasure



Lyrics:


"Cursed!"

Tisket Tasket - it will tell you if you ask it-
But remember, you've been gaffing all the spines.
The moment you let foment the exclusive line to torment.
It was clear in which the way you'd be defined.
Lead a horse to water but you can not make it drink.
Though if you put a lighter on the table
I believe it will think it over.
They lyin' and it's time we made an ass of all this thirst.
'Cause we're cursed.
Time to go and get some gas up in this hearse.
No need to worry 'bout the taxes -
You'll be fending off the worst.
Bring my heavy to my home and the snitch who hoards my purse. Should be found and drowned accordingly.
Take the ticket - let's go to the fair.
Odd to name something happy after something you can't square.
Let's parade disaster and we'll call it yesterday -
That'll be fine.
Fishket Fashket - it's a taker with a chest wound.
You could learn a little something from the hooch.
Get a fancy little ascot and pooch with no contemporary.
Make your stand where you think it will shit next.
And we'll drill it into your skull with precision.
And you'll always look our way first.
Cause you're cursed.
Yeah, You're the worst.
Chapter and verse.


"Darkest Are The Silent Days"

Time to take 'em out - out behind your shed.
Let's get it over and done.
And we're off to bed - so we can rest.
There's an issue with the state of affairs...
It's not that nobody cares -
It's just that nobody knows.
And yet we know they can see...
(Just the way that it goes)
An inconceivable plot.
They keep taking what you ain't even got -
It's a scam and bright lights are makin' 'em
Work on the dark edge of pity (In Yo City)
You know I'd give you mine except I don't want yours.
This is the ticket I ain't buying from the "leader".
You know I'd give you mine except I don't want yours.
Ain't nothing left if this is all you can deliver.
So give your kids the ledge - intend on making none.
'Cause if they're living here -
They won't be walking tall.
Not in the way you intended -
Now that we're all dependent....
Maybe you hate the violence.
Maybe you crave the silence.
Cancel culture the finest.
All these fake paper lions - on the plains of denial.
Echoing out in rogue compliance.
(mouth breather)
Your immunity is losing it's value.
Did you know your immunity is losing it's relative value?
Right now.
All sick baby but it's alright.
'Cause we got plenty fight and flight.
Come back winter - come to feast.
There's no honour on our knees.
Take that talent - take the source.
Wield that data - and get support.
Get a grip you fucking sheep.
Won't be long before you're asleep....
They're just waiting & you're just waiting.
Stalemate death match - who's got cash?
Call everybody - but there's nobody. '
Cause you're that body they're waiting on now.
Giving in is cool these days - huh?
All because we're all afraid l'uh.
Speak it then you don't get paid. Wuh?
Darkest are the silent days.
Darkest are the silent days.

"Bad Design"

You awake a week or more - tomorrow looking so unsure.
Called out to the Sargent, but they were out of range.
Intermittent escapades - Silver Tonic dim the shade.
Crescent always crescent ever one way is the road.
Tell us 'bout the dwelling...
As the branches just keep falling.
And the prison is predicted as though it was always there.
Maybe we can share this.
Maybe they can hear this.
Enough of all your stalling - make a pact with wall.
Get off the local bike - and just keep your fucking malls.
Know that we have found a ladder...
And we all will fall off willing yeah us all.


"Don't Poke a Penguin"

I got a skin. - It's not as thin.
It's not as eloquent as it is reverberant.
I make up words. Big fuckin' skroink.
Two tits on the Sunday mash I say.
You better put in some underlay kid.
It's inevitable - it's a gift.
Mmmmmmm.....
Squidge-y.
High functioning peeps give it up for Unlimited Wednesday.
It will only kill you if you let it.
For real.
Creepdom cannot incorporate if you have SOME military training.
Right?
Tell me it's Monday. I brought a 9 pack.
Thirsty.
Apparently people are at risk.
I got a penchant for the big box EX-Perience.
I know you have more of that in stock.
Just look into the warehouse.
My cat hisz havin' some issues with your attitude son.
Can't we agree this is a terrible time?
It was only last year I had friends in my shed..... we had chips.
Do you remember chips AND dip?
Shit is sick.
Come on!
Time to put the hammer down and get your ass into the woods -
Where you will then further utilize a less metaphorical hammer.
Yeah!
Build something....
Yeah!
Just fucking build something.
This place won't be looking shabby loooooong - good sir...
No nooooo...
Watch us ooze the ingenuity.
Isolation nation.
Population 5 or less ideally.
Make a fence.
With a gate of course....
Eventually you will want and need to leave.... I guess.
You might never want to leave.
What if we never want to leave?
What if we're all too scared to leave?
I believe we need reprieve.
Something up my sleeve.

"Slight Metal Breeze"

The western winds are blowing - the phone is off the hook.
Calls aren't making contact with the one you took.
Gone is your protection, you're left to find a way.
The wind is getting stronger looks like you might blow away.
Into the Vortex of Kleenex.
C'mon - let's see those tears.
Let's see 'em.
Virus Hoedown - vaccine showdown...
Cost don't go down - garbage just pile up.
Get my shotgun - time to run son.
Ain't no refund?.... you gon' get some.
Oh yeah you will. I'm just sayin'
Boo-hoo.


"Lifetime Disease"


On the TV screen in the 1980's -
I was told about 1 in 20 would get cancer in my lifetime.
Now it's about half a lifetime later.
And they say it's more like one in three.
I'm beginning to think something went wrong.
Do you think it's possible something went wrong?
Continue to forget and play along.
All for naught.
All forgot.
Well played con - goes on and on.
Time is short - false report.
So here's a score that you can't settle.
Hope you brought your dyin' pants -
Hope you're swinging lotsa mettle.
Fake is fine if that's what's there.
You can't hide - no you can't hide.
There's something poison in the pie.
So have yourself a big ol' slice.
Big ol' slice.