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Slippery Slope

from String Theory by Collectible Humans

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lyrics

(Joshua)

Wanna trade slow motion low blows in between your feeding bin eating binge?
Even when your proving grounds are flattened by the fallacies you've weaved them in,
Frequently distorting the adored reality you paint inside your eyelids,
Ignoring the abnormalities,
Casually derailing science, compliant, casting shadows over assumptions, disrupting balance for shame of trying,
In a game of lying to pawns before you sacrifice them,
Self-proclaimed enlightenment, hide from the light for chance of blinding,

Kindness abandoned, no rekindling forgotten candles,
Answers overrated, questions get all the press debating,
Tread swiftly, attempt to stay afloat, with the weight of a hundred rebuttals banging at your throat,
Anger's been your scapegoat in human clothing, since eloping with that cash cow fizzled out on principle: without notice,
Any relation to real hope is coincidence, and not be taken in daily dosage for the thrill of it,

Detest stubbornly, future-proof ignorance-induced drudgery,
no sustenance, just food coloring,
Moods swallowing moons, lips disrupting orbits,
a slip of the tongue so punctual, it devolved, stuck at formless,
a cheap luxury, uncomfortably distorted with white noise,
& water boarded to finger point a benign voice,
Hoisted above high horses with torches burning the carriage,
transporting your sealed-lip courtship, pried from its dormant heritage...

(Chorus)

with the way these dumpster divers stay littering the gene pool
we gnaw the hand that feeds us till it's thin enough to see through
you got a lot to prove to the ravenous rabble?
well you can be a rebel too, once you fit in your shackles
and with the backsliding built into your forward advance
thinking that wall of water fortifies that castle of sand
and if you got a lot to prove to that ravenous rabble?
then you can be a hero too, once you fit in your shackles

(Jonathan)

welcome ladies and gentleman to this divided state of bewilderment
where women and children are filtered and the truth hurts, but there's a pill for it
a million simmering amphibians floating atop of the bubbling cauldrons
and the olfactories of dromedaries manufacture beliefs by the thousands

where dorothy persistently cringes at every inch taken by butterflies
and the em city routine is dull but it's twice as green on the other side
they hesitate when they remember the day when a slip of the tongue had brought it against
the blades who guard escape from the bottom rungs of consciousness

I promise this, all plugs lead to the god machine
Where they saturate your future footsteps with vaseline
there's a fox behind the wheel swerving over the liberal medians
who lands his next meal casting pick up lines to jesus fish

the time has come, the angel said, to die for many things
for boards and nails and candle wax, for puppeteers and strings
For while the boiling seas still runneth over, melting waxen wings
should I regale you of motives of why the caged bee stings?

'cause it's a thin white line between the addict and his epitaph
when the last laughing bastard collapses when his stance is taxed
as every flash in the chests of of the innocent is traced by simple math
it's twice as offensive when the dot connectors overlook the basic facts

I mean it's not as if when the bottom half is slashed that gravity affects the summit
we all know what goes up must rise in quarters subsequent
but when the mortars hit the supposed martyr we'll bury him with his doctrine
he had a lot of nothing to say and in the end it was all forgotten

(Chorus)

with the way these dumpster divers stay littering the gene pool
we gnaw the hand that feeds us till it's thin enough to see through
you got a lot to prove to the ravenous rabble?
well you can be a rebel too, once you fit in your shackles
and with the backsliding built into your forward advance
thinking that wall of water fortifies that castle of sand
and if you got a lot to prove to that ravenous rabble?
then you can be a hero too, once you fit in your shackles

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from String Theory, released April 2, 2012
Lyrics by Adam Selene and Joshua Coberly
Instrumental by Adam Selene
Engineered by Christopher Hisey for Studio SLAMO

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