Fugue State

by Limp Wizurdz

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released January 6, 2017

Fugue State Recorded at Stress Engine Records.
Produced by Colton Jean at Stress Engine
Album Artwork by Roger Betka
Album Concept and Layout by Colton Jean

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Track Name: Cough!
You said you’d write me. Probably got so much mail that you can’t read. I’ll swim when it rains. Some things you can’t change. I’m just floating Chromium 6. You walk where I stand, I stand where I sit. It doesn’t mean a thing to me. You’re as stagnant as water can be. Some things you can’t change--some things you can’t change. I’m feeling pent up with bad intention. I’m feeling pent up. I’m feeling pent up from bad intention, I’m feeling pent up. I’m drowning. While you’re coughing, I’m drowning.
Track Name: Bike Messenger
If you need it to breathe, you’ll find a reason to call, find a reason to leave, but you don’t need it at all. Bike messenger, I’ll see you around. Bike messenger...the days drag, the years pass. The days drag. I think I know what I look like. It’s probably different in the world’s eyes than it is from the inside. Can you tell it’s contrived? Bike messenger, I’ll see you around. Bike messenger...the days drag, the years pass. The days drag.
Track Name: Staple Gun
You’ll take a bet that I’ll take a chance, then you’ll wonder why I’m left with empty hands. Problematic circumstance, all you do is exaggerate our mistakes. We’ve succeeded, been seated, now we’re held down by your staple gun. Cubicle rat, you want to speak. There’s printer paper but you’re running out of ink. They give you chemicals that make you believe you are winning when they exaggerate our mistakes. We’ve succeeded, been seated, now we’re held down by your staple gun. We’re held down by your staple gun.
Track Name: Jeff's Checkers
Life unfolds, repeating like fractals. Goes untold, receding and fragile. The pressure to be better is weighing on my mind. Dissolve me. I highly doubt it’s still on your mind, for the thousandth time, it’s just a drift-by. You’re the brain, I’m the body a step away from dissolving now. The pressure to be better is weighing on my mind. I feel color, can’t fill in the checkers. Dissolve me. The pressure to be better is weighing on my mind. I feel color. Can’t fill in the checkers. Fill in the checkers, fill in the checkers, fill in the checkers.
Track Name: Cankicker
Kinda sad. Happy, but I’m kinda mad. Guess I’m like my mom. Don’t really wanna be my dad cause he amounts to nothing. Never was a something. Had no ambition. I still won’t listen. Couple-hundred miles away again, writing letters that I’ll never send. Where you are is far from where you’ve been. Writing letters that I’ll never send. Only child, haven’t bothered so it’s been a while, and you’ll distort it all, make me feel like it’s my fault. I’m just a fucking drop-out, is that the reason we don’t talk? I’d rather walk alone than crawl, I don’t really need your shit at all. Couple-hundred miles away again, writing letters that I’ll never send. Where you are is far from where you’ve been. Writing letters that I’ll never send. And you’ll never see all that I’ve grown up to be. And man, I’m fucking great. Jesus take your life away, let Jesus take your life away.