1. |
Mediocre
05:26
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The table's set now
He's ready to play
So confident and mediocre
He'll go a long way
Always ahead
He can't see it, it isn't there
Always the dead
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Always ahead
He can't see it, it isn't there
Always the dead
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Big fucking mouth
Big fucking hair
Lily-white, insecure persona
He'll fit right in
The table's set now
He's ready to play
So confident and mediocre
He'll go a long way
Always ahead
He can't see it, it isn't there
Always the dead
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Always ahead
He can't see it, it isn't there
Always the dead
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Mediocre
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2. |
Brutalist
04:38
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This is our night
Anything goes
Thought you were right
Idol you chose
We are the night
Everything goes
Never give up
No surrender
Never give up
No surrender
This is our night
Anything goes
Where we begin
Meet in the end
We are the night
Everything goes
Never give up
No surrender
Never give up
No surrender
Lick the boot
On the edge
Down the hole
Choose your tribe
Choose your hill
Burn it all
This is our night
Anything goes
Thought you were right
Idol you chose
We are the night
Everything goes
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3. |
Graveyard
08:49
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Red is the sunset
When buried in Salt Lake
No life, bird graveyard
Only gull sustenance
And
Salt
Brine
Sodium
Savor
Death
Barren
Mercury
Blow
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4. |
Stardust
08:12
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All the lives under this sky
Are made of dust of all the stars
Expired
Burned
Cooled
Ejected
Then we invented our separation
Then we created our separate Gods
To hold
When we all return to dust
Scattered out in a gust
Expired
Burned
Cooled
Ejected
Why we invented our separation
With no return to separate Gods
To hold
Alleles from heavy metals
Tones from supernova
Love from dopamine
Hate is oxytocin and learned
In the end, all is dark
Back to dust after the spark
Expired
Burned
Cooled
Ejected
Mixed all together, our separation
Without returning to separate Gods
We're all the same after the grave
With all the stars return to dust
Buried
Dust
Buried
Dust
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5. |
Alone
04:21
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We were forever
I laid my heart
Before a throne
It needs too many
I am alone
We were the chosen
The overlord
Upon a throne
It takes an army
I am alone
It needs too many
It takes an army
I am alone
We were the righteous
Reserved and savored
Reduced to stone
Out in this desert
I am alone
It needs too many
It takes an army
I am alone
You are alone
Broken crowns never fit bloody heads
So desperate for my praise
All alone
So fucking arrogant
All alone
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6. |
God/Damn
10:53
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After living decades of control
Wake up, crack bones, rub out eyes and more
Your God chose
Flesh and blood
Cover your altar
Jealous
Vengeful
Loving
Murder
Wait for returns, they will never show
Wake up, crack bones, rub out eyes and more
Your God chose
Flesh and blood
Cover your altar
Jealous
Vengeful
Loving
Murder
Go with the Truth
Go with the Fact
Go with God
Damn
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SWARMER Salt Lake City, Utah
Chris Clement
Jason Weidauer
Peter Makowski,
Andrew Drechsel
SWARMER’s
sound is low, heavy, and relentless with strong influence from members’ previous works.
Other works by members of SWARMER:
Accidente, Bandhood, Bird Eater, Cherubin, Day of less, Drowning By Numbers, Form of Rocket, Gaza, Laughter, Motherkilljoy, Pilot This Plane Down, Team Dead
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