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Track Name: Input + Broken - Cardiac Kids
We’re standing out in the middle of a graveyard/
Sore thumbs from the shovels that can break hearts/
The ceremony doesn’t need face forward/
It’s a eulogy, & rappers need to stay home/
Two fists to the sky, punch a hole in it/
Newsworthy when we fly through the open ending/
The only direction to move is vertical/
What’s your name again? Nah, I never heard of ya!/
Gimme the keys to the van, that’s what’s up!/
Half these emcees never please, pass the cup/
And when the trees lose their leaves, that’s enough/
And nothing of importance will exist after us/
It’s automatic how they’re acting all erratic/
And the standard individual is awfully under average/
There’s a casket and a catalog to cover up the damage/
Recognize the aftermath that’s covered up in bandages.

Don’t try to talk when the body bag zips/
It’s Input + Broken, the cardiac kids/
It’s time for some action and all of that shit/
Doesn’t even matter when the heart attack hits/

Stop making this seem larger than life/
Watch what we do when we’re carving with knives/
Lost and confused in the art of disguise/
It’s not a hard thing to do when you’re harboring lies/
The body hasn’t suffered yet, we targeted the head/
They’re offering another one to balance out the dead/
And where the wild things are, there’s a stereo/
Playing this on repeat, welcome to your burial/
Maybe in another life you’ll get second chance/
But what we’re learning isn’t coming from the lesson plans/
We just have to improvise and generate/
Silver bullet masterpieces coming out from center stage/
What did you expect from the two of us/
Party killers on the Howard Payne tour bus/
Barflies follow suit, when the cards flop/
Cardiac kids toasting when your heart stops.

Don’t try to talk when the body bag zips/
It’s Input + Broken, the cardiac kids/
It’s time for some action and all of that shit/
Doesn’t even matter when the heart attack hits/
Track Name: Input + Broken - Gatorade + Vodka
Welcome to my world, never heard of you/
It’s a place where encouragement can murder you/
The strangest of people compete to be equal and that right there is a cancer that will eat you/
I didn’t ask for your help/
It was easy to assume that you could cast me to hell/
Half the battle wasn’t lost it was actually stale/
So we put it on the shelf and we fasted untilllll…
Plastic was edible/
Traffic was bearable/
Fractions of life were contrasted by chemicals/
Stress became medical/
Cash wasn’t integral/
Pack up the family and practice at letting go/
Go and expect to be changed forever/
It’s a painful experiment you’ll label clever/
The faith of a nation opposed to terror/
Composed of the sinners that control surrender/

I live like each song is my last one/
Last night fate made me burn the attraction/
To having everything, sacrifice integrity/
And pass that along to the class just ahead of me.

Come and get involved/
There’s something in the walls/
It’s taking time to recognize it was nothing at all/
I’m reaching out of me/
Monitor the battery/
Flip it in reverse and it will operate unnaturally/
Check the dashboard, fill up the gas tank/
You think we asked to be spoken of in past tense/
This is out of hand, I’m trying to be an honest man/
Gatorade and vodka, and pockets full of contraband/
My speech wasn’t built by technology/
My feet weren’t worn down by following/
The key to distorting the obvious/
Sits underneath a rock stowed on my property/
Let apathy improve its position/
Two can attest to its movement and rhythm/
Orbit the moon then consume the addiction/
Lord have mercy while we two fist the liquor.

I live like each song is my last one/
Last night fate made me burn the attraction/
To having everything, sacrifice integrity/
And pass that along to the class just ahead of me.

Open the bottles and pour me some poison/
Hope’s not an option, pretend that you’ve known this/
I don’t appreciate keeping up with your network/
Tired of hearing about the quality and texture/
Forget it all, what it means, what it never was,
Against the odds, they could never try to measure us/
After all, it continues to be a problem,
Another song keeping me out of the reach of coffins.

I live like each song is my last one/
Last night fate made me burn the attraction/
To having everything, sacrifice integrity/
And pass that along to the class just ahead of me.
Track Name: Input + Broken - Unfiltered
I’ve never felt this type of pressure/
One that the whole wide world is impressed with/
And They’re obsessed with the texture/
Welcome to my funeral, the words are on my dress shirt/
Fuck the back talk, all up on your blog site/
These Internet kids aren’t built to make the dogs bite/
Is that appropriate? I figured that you’d understand/
Smoking on some opiates you’re walking on a rubber band/
They snap when the pop songs pollinate/
Pockets full of posers in a parking lot in Hollywood/
Cellophane Rap, sell it for your open ears/
I’m motivated by the Open beers and broken mirrors/
Salute to the solution of a sidewalk/
Chalk it up and dust It off, I’m up against the time clock/
It’s stupid that you thought that this was temporary/
What we’ve created is a masterpiece, it’s necessary/
So put it in your top ten follow ups/
Criticism isn’t shit, fuck your sophomore slump/
We took this straight to the major leagues/
Better than before, center court for the world to see.

From the pressure came a diamond/
We’re not the customers now, we’re the suppliers/
Where there’s fire, the fumes might kill ya/
Tonight we’re chain smoking, this is unfiltered.

Someone’s bound to take this shit the wrong way/
Over confident? Nah, it’s been a long day/
I’ve had enough of the comparisons and scrutiny/
Truthfully, I’m no longer the martyr on your crucifix/
The perennial artist composing real talk/
Instrumentally driven by Chris’ theme songs/
My name is Gus, it’s nice to finally meet again/
This is trustworthy music, this is Life & Death/
I’ll die when the words become plastic/
And there’s an emptiness of liquid where my flask sits/
And writing songs becomes labor/
Cause love’s not enough when you’re digging for pay dirt/
But when I’m done with this, I promise it’ll make a change/
I won’t need their validation or their saving grace/
Last year we tapped into your heartbeat/
And this year our name is up in lights upon the marquee/
We took it on and made it what we wanted to/
Fameless entertainment making revenue on bar stools/
He put it all on the line to move to Denver/
I put it all on the line and my girls finger/
So this is what it means to think celebrity/
Well you can keep those fucking thoughts inside your memory/
…we did it all without a co-sign/
Drinking like we’ll never drink again atop this gold mine.

From the pressure came a diamond/
We’re not the customers now, we’re the suppliers/
Where there’s fire, the fumes might kill ya/
Tonight we’re chain smoking, this is unfiltered.
Track Name: Input + Broken - When Darkness Looms (feat. Astronautalis)
You fool
You thought you knew
You thought you knew
But what you swore was true
Was just a dream to you
The moon
Plays tricks on you
Plays tricks on you
Unhinging all your pretty plans
When darkness Looms.

Fell asleep inside the train station
Woke up with my neck aching
boot looped through
My back pack strap to protect my precious
Cargo From the small wolves
Pretty little pick pockets not even 8 years old
That’s when the sparks flew
Felling for the comforting lump inside my rucksack
I realize its gone (poof)
Some slender little fingers
Nicked my cabochon jewel
Slipping in while I slept on
Ain’t that a bitter truth
Now what you gonna do
Big man with good plans
Out foxed by an olive skinned cub with quick hands
Its this land,
Seduces you in then runs wild
sunset siren song is just the work whistle of some slick child
it hits mild then it slowly connects itself in my mind
I recall a boy smiling wry but never leaving his blind
I noticed him because I just believed he was surprisingly shy
But he was just sizing me up the whole time.

You fool
You thought you knew
You thought you knew
But what you swore was true
Was just a dream to you
The moon
Plays tricks on you
Plays tricks on you
Unhinging all your pretty plans
When darkness Looms.

Pale in comparison to what she said she’d given back/
Stale as American politics in your tit for tat/
Sip the facts in the form of a pick and axe/
Liquor isn’t optional, it’s sickening to hear it back/
A Byproduct of the five finger discount/
Styling like a mother fucker, focus on the dismount/
Without a doubt, out of my mind and out of Clever quips/
Moonlighting to collect all of her petty tips/
Standing disengaged, misinformed and low on fuel/
Holding up my fingertips in hopes that she won’t tie the noose/
I see the wolves salivating over open flesh/
Soaking up the misery and waiting that I choke to death/
If a dying man coughs in the middle of the woods/
Would a single person hear those ribs break/
Take time to absorb the environment/
Stop and admire it..awake.

You fool
You thought you knew
You thought you knew
But what you swore was true
Was just a dream to you
The moon
Plays tricks on you
Plays tricks on you
Unhinging all your pretty plans
When darkness Looms.
Track Name: Input + Broken - Fireworks + Gunpowder
We don’t need to leave the lights on/
There’s a sniper on the roof and her sight’s on you/
We set a fire in the basement/
Admiring her placement/
Of fireworks and gunpowder.

This is that… elevator music for your life/
Met her at an open bar one night/
Said it wasn’t ever really going right/
Set her into motion, hold her tight/
Having this conversation over whiskey stones and PBR/
Ninety three, Wu Tang Clan, tight rolled jeans, VCR’s/
Sentimental in a way that made me/
Fall in love without acting crazy/
All about that Kanye & Jay Z/
Tattoo said Rap Won’t Save Me/
She said “in this life, baby there are no kings”/
And after the whiskey shots we’ll entertain all of your old dreams/
So there we were eye to eye and drink for drink/
Sitting on top of the world not giving a damn of whatever the goons think/
On the brink of making a plan, breaking it down, calling the shots/
A modern day Bonnie & Clyde or better yet Mickey & Mallory Knox/
Talk is talk is talk is talk walking in front of the land mines/
After all was said and done we promised that it was the last time/
We would make this type of risk but the bounty was so appealing/
Running in and out of houses and shattering glass ceilings.

We don’t need to leave the lights on/
There’s a sniper on the roof and her sight’s on you/
We set a fire in the basement/
Admiring her placement/
Of fireworks and gunpowder.

On to the next establishment/
We’d Go for the neck and damage it/
Hope for the best in planning this/
With open ended candlesticks/
Making arrangements now/
You’re making your patience proud/
These god forsaken men are inches away from making a sound/
Tonight is different, I can feel it in the nicotine/
Sifting through addresses looking for the next to hit with ease/
And then she lost her cool, something was getting to her/
This plan is bulletproof, and if not together we’ll burn!
SO Take control girl! My duty is being the getaway driver/
We’re making gold girl! Soon to be living on elegant islands/
Let’s grow old girl! Who can be greater than what we created?/
Slow your role girl! Remember the topics that we debated/
Two’s the richer, ones the suicidal victim/
Hell hath no fury On a man that acts suspicious/
They called them all in, dependent on the task force/
I’m knocking on the front door, she’s coming through the back yard.

We don’t need to leave the lights on/
There’s a sniper on the roof and her sight’s on you/
We set a fire in the basement/
Admiring her placement/
Of fireworks and gunpowder.
Track Name: Input + Broken - Go Get Lost
Forever Colorado, Forever Midwest/
Survival instincts to navigate through this mess/
We’ll grind till the wheels fall off/
And put a glass to the sky while we sing.those.songs!/
Within a matter of time, considered after the crime/
To be the symbol of a middle finger under disguise/
And if you tell me that my city’s an impostor/
Foster your people cause my city is a monster/
Definitive in all walks of life/
Prohibited from indiscretions lost in the night/
It started when the liquor got mixed/
And the music was intuitive and sounded like this/
Predisposed to an intimate thought/
Disintegrated in the childhood you figured you lost/
Within my writing not a syllables off/
I’m just a master of the puppets when I pick up the cross/
Cylindrical in how I put my life to words/
Full circle anecdotes to elevate the curve/
empowered to eradicate the curse/
Uptown Saturday night, that was my church.

This is for that street talk/
This is for the bar flies/
This is for the free fall/
This is for the hard times/
Cinematic with a humble approach/
In a matter of minutes, we’re gonna make it all GO…
Go Go and Go go get lost/

Lost in the middle of nowhere/
A hotel room with a handle and cold beer/
They’re so damn programmed to fail/
Nothing to look forward to when working that jail/
When Paranoia sets in, checkmate/
Test the American dream against your best day/
Fast forward to the right now, right now!/
Tongue in cheek talk don’t you let yourself bite down/
Mr. Bad Guy living on a half life/
That’s right looking for his drugs with a mag lite/
You’d Act right if you knew it was the protocol/
A sad sight when you think you’re mr. Know it all/
In 2012, we’re popular like cocaine/
Something tells me that the industry’s a dope game/
So we’re gone ride tonight, and if we die tonight/
We’re making sure everybody and their mind is right.

This is for that street talk/
This is for the bar flies/
This is for the free fall/
This is for the hard times/
Cinematic with a humble approach/
In a matter of minutes, we’re gonna make it all GO…
Go Go and Go go get lost/
Track Name: Input + Broken - Crystals
This ceremony’s for those caught up in the moment/
And if this metamorphosis could make me more controlling I’d be/
Disoriented and borderline indestructible/
Fuck you for thinking this was not the most important year of our lives/
And if we called it in, who could speak to fallen men/
Sacrificial animals seeking another God to kill/
Crazy in their own right, Write how you really feel/
Better yet, better put a bullet in his neck/ Second place is disrespect/
Line them up, now count them all as numbers in your checkbook/
Tie them up and dig another hole to lie this mess in/
File them under dead and gone, it’s over now/
My head is stronger knowing that my heart is less contorted now/
Fire in the hole, we’ll expire and explode/
And admire this implosion as a flier for my show/
Don’t believe the unattainable/
Motion has gotten to be just another disease and I’m thinking of making it glow.

I got those Crystals in my line of sight/
They’re wrapped in dynamite/
As soon as I can find a flight/
I’m going out tonight/
Boom Boom hit them in the heart/
Boom Boom pull them all apart/
Boom Boom make another mark/
Boom Boom Boom Boom.
I got those Crystals in my line of sight/
They’re wrapped in dynamite/
And if I’m going out tonight/
I’m putting up a fight/
Boom Boom hit them in the heart/
Boom Boom pull them all apart/
Boom Boom make another mark/
Boom Boom Boom Boom.

Sanity has handed me an understanding of life/
Vanity is an identity I’m hoping will die/
Kicking opponents around/
Picking them up then I’m throwing them down/
Heaven forbid they survive , we can apply finishing touches with sound/
I’m thinking of making an offer/
I’ll buy them a bottle of vodka/
And take them for everything they have earned, and put it inside of a coffin/
Cough up a lung, nothing ‘ll burn like losing a battle to hunger/
Not the edible type, I’m talking about how you’re living your life/
So life is golden now, Broken and I have taken a vow/
To put it together and never to leave a stone unturned our time is now/
Put the pressure on ‘em/
Make an example of ‘em/
For safety measures we’ll go city to city and take their organs/
Organ donor this foreclosure isn’t finalized/
Left for Dead’s the entrance music, this is the title fight/
Prepare yourself for anything outside of the norm/
The battle’s just begin, baby this means war.

I got those Crystals in my line of sight/
They’re wrapped in dynamite/
As soon as I can find a flight/
I’m going out tonight/
Boom Boom hit them in the heart/
Boom Boom pull them all apart/
Boom Boom make another mark/
Boom Boom Boom Boom.
I got those Crystals in my line of sight/
They’re wrapped in dynamite/
And if I’m going out tonight/
I’m putting up a fight/
Boom Boom hit them in the heart/
Boom Boom pull them all apart/
Boom Boom make another mark/
Boom Boom Boom Boom.
Track Name: Input + Broken - All or Nothing (feat. Caleb Slade)
I’m a hard worker/
And when that heart murmur acts up/
Manipulation gets confident and attacks us/
Cannibalism’s accepted as an apology/
This vampire weekend is eating up all your honesty/
Truth be told, I’m a product of the industry/
To say that I’m not is a mockery of my dignity/
Having a drink with those I respect, is nothing new to me/
Having a drink with those I neglect, is something cool to me/
And if you’re cool, how does a glass of whiskey sound to you?/
On the rocks like a relationship that can crowd a room/
This generation./
Is led by intimidation./
In fact my similar nature/
Isn’t imposing on anything other than fake fucks/
So tell me how far are you willing to GO?/
Organization is imperative when stealing the show!
Hoping to turn it into an event/
Sober enough, to an extent/
Making a final attempt now before the sentiment runs out.

I want it all, all of it/
Cause I can handle it/
This All or Nothing they call life, I’m gonna gamble it/
My heart’s illuminated/
My soul is candlelit/
To try and fake this life is just some foolish shit/
I want it all, all of it/
Cause I can handle it/
This All or Nothing they call life, I’m gonna gamble it/
I down a dozen drinks, and take another hit/
I treat this life like a fight, and I’m using both my fists.

Raised by a strong arm, don’t believe in dumb luck/
Coming to your show Daddy-O shut the fuck up!/
I feel the composure build/
Low in the hole when the motion’s still/
Don’t go to the broken locomotive it won’t get you here/
Placed in a category I can recreate myself/
Facing a matrimony, between heaven and hell/
Take it apart, put it back together as your own design/
My inhibitions state that this is not the place or time/
Let’s meet in a parking lot/
Far from the ones that talk a lot/
Often enough they soften you up and take you for your honest thoughts/
I’ve got it figured out,
Now you don’t need to sit it out/
This onomatopoeia to your chest wore the engine down/
Boom let it ride till all the wheels fall off/
Add it together and habit will let you escape, till it’s all gone.
And I’ve been around it living inside of what you call the best/
On top of the world taking down names of who I’m calling next.

I want it all, all of it/
Cause I can handle it/
This All or Nothing they call life, I’m gonna gamble it/
My heart’s illuminated/
My soul is candlelit/
To try and fake this life is just some foolish shit/
I want it all, all of it/
Cause I can handle it/
This All or Nothing they call life, I’m gonna gamble it/
I down a dozen drinks, and take another hit/
I treat this life like a fight, and I’m using both my fists.
Track Name: Input + Broken - One Hunnid
Protect the innocent or aim for the president/
The predicate is target practice, Fame is the testament/
Party with the rich, party with the outcasts/
Party with the middle class, hardly ever outmatched/
Those fools bout to run around the country/
Turning all your Internet beef into lunch meat/
Eat it up, spit it out, what’s it look like?/
Something on the back burner didn’t seem to cook right/
Big plates, little forks, yea we eatin’ though/
That 6 foot 7 foot style is a free throw/
Simply it’s terrific, whiskey with no mixer/
Flipping kids these manuscripts and calling it a business/
Giving them all another chance/
Heaven and hell will finally dance/
Bait and switch the competition,
Peddle away with the blood on your hands!
It’s trouble in paradise/
Nothing compares in price/
Cook it up and sell it for exactly what the people like.

We’ll be looking for you if we get crossed/
No matter what the threat, and no matter what the cost/
We’ve been making that heat that Ross/
You talking bout a hunnid then you talkin bout us!

Let it run wild through your bloodstream/
This is the main course, served on a drum beat/
We see no difference here, the music we make is crystal clear/
Use it to make an effective tutorial for the children’s ears/
Power trip Promoters Try to phase me/
Talking out the ass, like tonight is gonna save me/
Next time I see them I’ll say fuck you page me/
And when I call them back I’m like fuck you pay me/
This is the moment that warrants the opportunity/
Let them all go up against each other begging for immunity/
Send them to a group home, test them for their social skills/
Eat them Alive, the piece of the pie is sitting beneath the overkill/
It’ll complicate your logic/
In a way that says you lost it/
It don’t make no sense to stop it/
Settle in to the crystal cockpit/
Fulfill the fantasy of following our footsteps/
Rick Ross, hunnid bars mother fucker I’m the boss/

We’ll be looking for you if we get crossed/
No matter what the threat, and no matter what the cost/
We’ve been making that heat that Ross/
You talking bout a hunnid then you talkin bout us!
Track Name: Input + Broken - Open Up (feat. Sims of DOOMTREE)
Open up cause it’s cold outside,
Living in a world where the sun won’t rise,
I don’t want to walk along those lines,
What you gonna do when that gold don’t shine?
When that soul goes blind?
When the wrongs won’t right?
When the song goes….on the track and I know that I’m alive!
This is a cause and effect,
Pleading for a bargain cause the lawyer’s a wreck,
You better show some respect,
This is what the world hasn’t grown to accept,
How were we to know when the factory is on?
They left us a mess cause they had to be gone,
Listen to the critics get chatterbox friendly,
We used to play nice, but we’re better off deadly,
This is a family affair,
The martyr of the party when they handed me a prayer,
After this is said and done they’ll have to be amazed,
Forgetting what this feels like, that will be the day,
And they’ll naturally complain,
When they fractured all the frames,
So you can fasten me in place,
I’m on call when they’re passing me the blame.

What will you remember when it goes to dust?
Writing on your skin how you’re so in love,
Thirsty cause you’re drinking out of broken cups,
This can be dismissed if you open up.

I’ve decided to start writing with I,
I’ve conceded to stop writing with we,
The more I read and the more I really see,
How much we disagree, the space that lay between,
I really mean it, I’m talking mountains,
But I doubt you really see it, The tension mounting,
The place spins around me, I hear it sounding,
So many words but so few worth counting, me too,
Guilty of the homily, running from it honestly,
But I never thought it’d be, honey for the colony,
But a worker bee gone rogue,
Still a worker bee but a long rope,
So I make my songs slow,
Make a soft sound at a hard slope, I don’t know,
Maybe I lost my edge,
It all depends on what you see ahead,
I ain’t been on a flat road in a minute,
Been trying to fidget this thread out the needle head,
I could be less rigid, but that’s me,
Always trying to make it me, fold it up,
The stitching always fit the way I wanted so I let it Open Up.

What will you remember when it goes to dust?
Writing on your skin how you’re so in love,
Thirsty cause you’re drinking out of broken cups,
This can be dismissed if you open up.