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Cargo Cult
02:34
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Come into the darkness of her car,
Walk on planets to the stars.
Underneath the veil
You won't forget the wail of the cargo cult.
A white goddess waving from afar
On the granite, her legs ajar.
Underneath her veil
Lie the scabs and scales of the cargo cult.
Come into the darkness of her car,
Worship idols and the stars.
Underneath that veil
You won't forget the wail of the cargo cult.
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Termite Cathedral
02:34
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In the termite cathedral
They toe the line
To the grooves of the hive mind.
Unknowingly passing each other,
Enough to be smothered,
By a stranger or a friend.
The focal points of discussion
Are a dime a dozen
For the textbooks of time.
Every line is a resource,
Nurturing each verse,
Repetition makes a rhyme.
He stood at the door with a shovel in his hand
With a BANG BANG
The entrances was unmatched
The windows were smashed from the inside out
Shout shout shout
For a while he waited slammed chips of wood to the ground
She made a dying sound from within
He yelled
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Gone Are The Days
01:09
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Gone, how do the days move forward?
She left it on her nightstand,
With the question at hand.
She stammered to make her point;
It was the tip of her joint
In the ointment jar.
With two bars in her system
She wouldn't move too far.
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