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⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING – SET LIST EIGHTEEN (18)
Set List 18 contains extreme and graphic themes involving suicidal ideation, self-harm, violence, psychological breakdown, political rage, dehumanization, mass trauma, and nihilism.
This collection is not metaphor-only — several tracks contain direct, explicit statements that may be deeply disturbing or retraumatizing.
Listener discretion is strongly advised.
HIGH-RISK CONTENT – READ BEFORE LISTENING
This set may be harmful or unsafe for listeners who are sensitive to:
Suicide and self-harm ideation
Graphic descriptions of violence
Serial-killer language and fantasies
Political extremism, state paranoia, and dehumanization
Psychological dissociation and identity collapse
Hopelessness, nihilism, and apocalyptic thinking
Incarceration imagery and loss of freedom
Grief compounded into rage
Explicit threats of harm toward others
SEVERE TRIGGERS PRESENT
SUICIDE & SELF-HARM (EXPLICIT)
"Building a Castle" contains direct suicidal ideation, including graphic imagery involving an oven, windows, and desire for isolation to avoid pain.
"Cliffhanger" centers on falling, responsibility, and fatalistic self-blame.
"Happy Birthday to Me" presents severe loneliness and depressive ideation tied to aging and isolation.
These are not coded metaphors — they are plainly stated.
VIOLENCE & MURDER (GRAPHIC LANGUAGE)
"Wave My Hands" contains explicit violent fantasy, including references to killing, serial murder, lack of remorse, and escalation ("first kill," "number two-hundred").
Language mirrors real-world criminal profiling and may be deeply disturbing.
WAR, STATE VIOLENCE & DEHUMANIZATION
"War Leonard 19," "Battle Cry," "Free Speech," "Enemy of This State" engage heavily with: Political radicalization, Media manipulation, Loss of civil liberties, National sacrifice narratives, Citizens framed as expendable
These songs may trigger listeners affected by authoritarian trauma, surveillance fears, or political violence.
PSYCHOLOGICAL BREAKDOWN & NIHILISM
"Apocalypse Now, See Ya Later" expresses: Desire for societal collapse, Emotional detachment from mass death, Relief at the idea of annihilation
"Hidden Evils" presents relentless imagery of generational suffering, poverty, racism, neglect, and despair with no resolution.
"Patching the Hole" emphasizes futility, emotional numbness, and loss of purpose.
MENTAL HEALTH WARNING
This set explores untreated grief mutating into rage, isolation hardening into misanthropy, and hopelessness transforming into violent ideation.
Several tracks cross the line from observation into embodiment of destructive thought patterns.
This is not a recovery arc.
This is a collapse arc.
WHO SHOULD AVOID THIS SET
Anyone currently struggling with suicidal thoughts
Survivors of violent crime
Listeners sensitive to graphic or explicit content
Those in grief recovery or early trauma processing
Anyone seeking comfort, hope, or resolution
SUMMARY
Set List 18 is raw, confrontational, and dangerous by design.
It documents a mind under siege — politically, emotionally, and existentially — without filtering, redemption, or safety rails.
This is art as exposure, not art as refuge.
Proceed only if you are emotionally prepared.
CORRUGATION ROW
SET LIST EIGHTEEN (18)
1 Gauging Time
2 War Leonard 19 (first two)
3 Battle Cry
4 Free Speech
5 Beast
6 Flicker
7 Hidden Evils
8 Patching the Hole
9 Enemy of This State
10 Building a Castle
11 Cliffhanger
12 Happy Birthday to Me
13 Apocalypse Now, See Ya Later
14 Wave My Hands
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1. GAUGING TIME · 2. WAR LEONARD 19 · 3. BATTLE CRY · 4. FREE SPEECH · 5. BEAST · 6. FLICKER · 7. HIDDEN EVILS · 8. PATCHING THE HOLE · 9. ENEMY OF THIS STATE · 10. BUILDING A CASTLE · 11. CLIFFHANGER · 12. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME · 13. APOCALYPSE NOW, SEE YA LATER · 14. WAVE MY HANDS
1. GAUGING TIME
by Tom Jensen
Cracks upon the walls
Pacing up and down the halls
When the walls start closing in
Then the end will now begin
Freedom is stripped away
As today mirrors every other day
When time starts growing old
Then what a price we pay
You don't gauge time by the clock
That's hanging on the wall
You tell time by the calendar
That's hanging in the hall
The time you got in
That's not what it's about
It's the days you got left
Before they let you out
2. WAR LEONARD 19
by Tom Jensen
They wanted war...
I didn't start it
The rich and the poor
Both broken-hearted
The haves kept wanting more
Have-nots got less and less
The battle in store
Anyone might have guessed
3. BATTLE CRY
by Tom Jensen
When our battle cry is save our shanty town
Then your duty to your country is served
When their false flag comes crashing down
You'll finally get what you deserve
So before we pledge our allegiance again
Best to know which side we're really fighting for
For in this battle not everyone bleeds
No guns nor swords used in this kind of war
This is the fight for your soul
And it's a battle of wills
In which your only friend is yourself
because bad advice kills
You'll need the strongest of convictions
Because very few ever change sides
Needless to say you must
choose wisely if you want to stay alive
So many say but not many do
Deceive with bitter lies
Only speak in half-truths
For this war for information
Is plagued by veils and disguise
The media is a just puppet
That tells tall tales and lies
While the words of politicians ooze
Campaign speeches and promises so great
They'll say the choice now rests with you
You and your state control our nation's fate
Oh the false prophets are many
In a world full of masks
Some get paid to make up facts
When someone crooked gets attacked
Yet the game is fixed
And it's the board game RISK
And your country is the one that's sacrificed
Because it wasn't your hands that rolled the dice
When our battle cry is save our shanty town
Then our duty to our country is served
When their false flag comes crashing down
We'll finally get what we deserve
4. FREE SPEECH
by Tom Jensen
Well, the speech maybe free
But someone will have to pay for the lies
For what's been done to you and me
Offered up to the Beast… sacrificed, yeah
Ain't no penance or priest
Giving relief to the sheep who have died, no no
So don't go claiming you're lost
Or you'll end up on a cross… crucified, yeah
You can go tell a friend
But they'll just do it again
No, the names never end
Who have died
Throughout history
That's how it seems to be
It's just more misery
Wrapped in lies
5. BEAST
by Tom Jensen
With just the act of waking up
Wanting to create
something beautiful
and magical…
It came as no coincidence
in this funny tragedy
That something bad
had to happen to me
But luckily it was
just a ha ha ha
Where everybody
laughed at me….
Everybody lived
to tell the story
And at worse a few
Thought it was boring
Of course, certainly….
My friends and I
Have never been to the Middle East
Where they are given guns not peace
As I sit here
and sigh for my side
Both enemies and allies
who die as they cry
Never getting to
Comprehend or realize
It's the war machine
that's the beast
And it's you who's become obsessed
With this thirst and this quest
for blood and for flesh
A newly felt passion for pain
that your eyes now reflect
Yet your mind fails to digest
On famine it feeds best off
Of indifference and neglect
With just the act of waking up
Wanting to create
something beautiful
and magical…
It came as no coincidence
in this funny tragedy
That something bad
had to happen to me
6. FLICKER
by Tom Jensen
I see light at the end of the tunnel
Yes, we can get there from here but there's gonna be trouble
I see light be it just a flicker
Yet to me it's bright
Because it's real dark down here motherf*cker
That's right
Sometimes you just need one single thing to believe in
To hold onto
To keep you standing
Opposed to horizontal
Which is right where they want you
That's right
I see light in the eyes of laughing children
That's why I fight
Because they're gonna face many problems during their lives
I believe it's best that we no try to solve 'em
That's right
I see light at the end of the tunnel
Yes we can get there from here
7. HIDDEN EVILS
by Tom Jensen
Tick tock,
back and forth
moves the clock
But time stands still
on this here block
All the people here are doing
the same thing as yesterday
Satisfied with repetition but
what a price they pay
Tick tock
Try to remember to think
of happy thoughts
When your hands are bleeding
from untying the knots
The knots that stake you
to your chain of being
While you try to make your eyes believe
That its not real what they are seeing
Tick tock
What are you thinking as
youre sitting at your table?
Are you still wondering
if you are able
To chase those dreams as fast
as you could so many years ago?
Have you misplaced the self
that you once used to know?
Tick tock
For just when thought youve figured
all the important things out
Some situation occurs and returns
your previous doubts
The doubts which we
all sometimes posses
The reason we lose hope
when the world is a mess
Tick tock
A crying teen wonders
how much more she can handle
As a mangy dog digs through trash
and howls at the wind
Meanwhile a priest in his church
lights a holy candle
For all of his lost children
who have suffered and sinned
Tick tock
Son lays awake all night
dreaming of tomorrow
Grandmother prays for her soul
to be saved
Father works his second job,
his eyes full of sorrow
Mother wonders how
the bills will get paid
Tick Tock
A child born of racists,
his heart fills with hate
Paint chips fall off the wall
of the liquor store
An abandoned building becomes
home to a family of eight
The donation bin stays empty
while collecting for the poor
Tick tock
A pigeon wanders aimlessly
unsure of where to look for food
A wrinkled and ripped newspaper
blows around in the park
A homeless man on a bench
awakes in a foul mood
As night falls all thats wrong
with the world is covered by dark
Tick tock
back and forth moves the clock
But time stands still
on this here block
All the people here are doing
the same thing as yesterday
Satisfied with repetition but
what a price they pay
Tick tock
Try to remember to think
of happy thoughts
When your hands are bleeding
from untying the knots
The knots that stake you
to your chain of being
While you try to make your eyes believe
That its not real what they are seeing
Like the maid in the kitchen
Cleaning the same old drapes
And the man face down in the gutter
With seemingly no hope of escape
Tick tock
8. PATCHING THE HOLE
by Tom Jensen
It seems like there's
no parking spaces
Only unhappy faces
Untied shoelaces
Now you've covered
all the bases
Those with their thoughts
like feet buried in cement
With a sign on their mind
that reads space for rent
If only could a
conscience be lent
Seems like just wasted space
and wasted time spent
Cannot fix the flaw
only patch the hole
The potential of diamonds
still stuck in the coal
Able to race the race
though blind to the goal
Only glimpses and pieces
never the whole
Never a reasonable thought
about why they're here
And soon indifference replaces fear
The voice of reason
they're unable to hear
Never aware of how
far away or near
For the truth of it all
some could never bear
Answer half-witted responses
of life's not fair
Entering every endeavor
without much care
Have somehow
lost the passion,
lost the flair
For the truth of it all
some could never bear
Answer half-witted responses
of life's not fair
Entering every endeavor
without much care
Rise above the filth...
If you dare?
9. ENEMY OF THIS STATE
by Tom Jensen
I share my darkness with the morning
It's about time to set back the clocks
I can see now that the world's been turning
Through this tiny hole inside my prison box
Yes, I'd rather sit here within my own seclusion
Then go chasing after some make believe dream
So many have become entrapped by the false illusion
That what we think we see is what it appears to be
For all of the freedoms
That we once held dear
With one lie and one swipe of the pen
I have watched them disappear
Life sure has changed
So much since yesteryear
I'll become an enemy of this state
When hope can no longer conquer our fear
Perhaps I'm being too critical
Of this society in which we live
But sometimes it becomes too hard to take
When those who have the least are the only ones who give
Yes, life sure has changed
So much since yesteryear
I'll become an enemy of this state
When hope can no longer conquer our fear
10. BUILDING A CASTLE
by Tom Jensen
I just placed my head inside an oven
It's just too bad that it's electric
Been having suicidal thoughts
by the dozen
But I think that just makes me
a little eccentric
Now I know there's been
worse cases than me
But how they found their way free
I still can't see
Some call it bad luck
while others mention fate
Here I stand by an open window
as it's getting late
And it's much too late
to simply turn the page
Become such a creature of habit
at such an early age
So many faces I've known
just seem to fade away
Over the past ten years
very few have stayed
At this moment
I can trace them all
I sigh to myself,
place another stone
upon the wall
Then my castle is finished
there'll be no more hurt and pain
The drawbridge raised,
the windows barred,
everything locked and chained
Maybe then I'll be able to sleep
in peace and quiet
I'll be all by myself
there's no reason to deny it
But I'll never have to worry about
who'll be the next to leave
At least I'll have my own garden
– to hell with Eve
Every day of my life
I've thought like this
Lying on the floor
and clenching my fists
All the time wondering
whether I exist
Pass the time trying
to find some way to resist
I can't take back
what I've seen
I can't take back
that I've been
where I've been
Figured that I can end my troubles
though I'm surrounded by sin
If I never come out
and don't ever let anybody in
I am not here
I am someplace else
In a room full of people
I am all by myself
11. CLIFFHANGER
by Tom Jensen
Alone again
I hold myself solely responsible
Inside my looking glass of soul
Peeking through the cracks
Falling, falling, falling…fell
Did I find the right way to go?
The answer is yes but not too well
A burning candle
Proves meager
In this world of electricity
Traveling great distances
Can be quite hard to handle
Even though I am eager
To build upon my legacy
And meet and greet my destiny
Yet I fear our meeting
May be a little premature
Slipping and sliding
On Mother Nature's
Curves and contours
Down the mountain
Off the cliff
Straight on towards
The black abyss
My fault
My path
I'm the one who chose it
My life
My clay
I'm the one who molds it
No standing and longing
No wondering, "What if?"
I climbed up the mountain
And then I fell off the cliff
Alone again
I hold myself solely responsible
Inside my looking glass of soul
Peeking through the cracks
Falling, falling…fell
Did I find the right way to go?
The answer is yes but not too well
12. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
by Tom Jensen
Since it will never come true
I am going to tell you my wish
One year from now
I long to have a soul
With whom I can share this day with
Because today I'm feeling old
And kinda sad
Feeling all alone and a little mad
Today is my special day
But there are no party hats
My ears yearn for one single hooray!
For just one present that I can unwrap
I'm sitting here by myself at home
Never had a day like this before
No one called me on the phone
Nobody knocked on the door
Another candle
Another year
Three hundred and sixty-five
More days have disappeared
There's no surprise party
waiting for anywhere
At least as far as I can see...
Yet tradition is tradition
So I'll just sing:
Happy birthday to me
Just one more candle
Just another year
Three hundred and sixty-five more days
That have disappeared
There's no surprise party
waiting anywhere for me
At least as far as I can see
Yet tradition is tradition
So I'll just sing:
happy birthday to me
13. APOCALYPSE NOW, SEE YA LATER
by Tom Jensen
I spent last night alone looking up at the stars
Given up on seeing the sun
Feeling sorry for myself
Feeling sorry for what I have and haven't done
I am back at square one
Stranded on this giant sphere we all call the Earth
Still, I'm sitting here standing guard over this
My little pile of dirt
I know it sounds deranged
That the only time I can get relief
Is when people share my pain
And empathize with my grief
Apocalypse now, apocalypse later
It sure seems we've fallen out of favor
Someday our dreams, soul and memories
Will be all well have left to savor
Sitting here watching the sky
Wishing I was an astronaut
But unluckily for me I'm not
I'm just another guy who hurts
If these clouds don't pass by
Soon the flood'll come
Turning everything to mud
Ruin my last clean shirt
Apocalypse now, apocalypse later
It sure seems we've fallen out of favor
Yelling hip, hip, hooray to others or myself
It's probably not okay to think or say
That hopefully we'll all get washed away
When the end of our days begins…
Hey, today could be the day
It could happen right now and I wouldn't care
At least I chose the right shirt to wear
Apocalypse now, apocalypse later
It sure seems we've fallen out of favor
Someday our dreams, soul and memories
Will be all we'll have left to savor
I'll be here with my tears of joy
Sitting while watching everything get destroyed
Amidst this an ocean of sorrow
I won't feel disgraced
I'll be wearing a smile on my face
As everyone else runs away
Hey, I'll be here all day…
But I might not be tomorrow
14. WAVE MY HANDS
by Tom Jensen
I wish I could wave my hands
Wake up in LadyWeaver Land
All my past sins be damned
Look at me… here I am
Once I travelled thousands of miles
Just to gaze at your sweet, sweet smile
And then everything crashed and burned
And on a plane I had to return
It's been ten years since that day
Now you have died and I have strayed
I find it hard just keeping on
In this world where you are gone
I've decided to level the field
Share with all this hurt I feelings
Soon you'll find my fate's been sealed
This monster inside I keep concealed
I don't gamble
I don't drink
But I got problems with other things
I had a wife
Then that wife died
And that unleashed a demon inside
No hesitation marks on my first kill
I ripped that shit like Buffalo Bill
And now I'm off for number two-hundred
Learned from John Douglas what not to do…
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