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haughty attire
03:31
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The kitchen tile feels cold on my feet
and you screamed in my face
right before you poured the tea
we sat in our clothes, Sunday's best,
and wore our favorite smiles but,
nothing more than haughty attire,
I set the table and all of the chairs on fire
She said, "Baby, come on, why don't you just go get high?
I love you so much more when you sit there til you die"
Run like hell to the bedroom and lock up all the drawers
bad decisions love to be rash ever so more and more
they tiptoe in right behind me to squeeze right in my skull
and whisper instructions I am terribly afraid to ignore
She said, "Baby, come on, why don't you just go get high?
I love you so much more when you sit there til you die"
And I crawl underneath the bed and sink into the calming floor
Two hours later I walk down the stairs into the living room you're sitting there
Into your eyes mine fixate and stare we say we're both fine
"I love you, my dear"
She said she said nothing at all this time cut me right out and left me to die and I try I try I try
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dallas
02:54
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I took a trip to dallas
brought some extra blood down in my crypt
i found out i was, i was the hit
and we took another hit
got shot in the leg by a cowboy's revolver
on main street and we should've resolved it
there was a pretty girl there i wish i coulda called her
i took a trip to dallas
passed out late in something like a palace
found my vomit in a golden chalice
but it beats, it beats the brashness
i took a trip to dallas
packed all my emotions in a blender
bought a horse from a man with a scar on his face
nothing i could do would make it surrender
i wish i knew somebody in this place
the sun's beating down on my brow
the leads overcoming my body
and no one can save me now
i took a trip to dallas
passed out late in something like a palace
found my vomit in a golden chalice
but it beats, it beats the brashness
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3. |
wasteland
02:44
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in an old school diner
catching something diviner
the waitress serves the wrong thing
in an old school diner
a man chokes on his ice cream
coughs up a lung and spits out sunshine
i'm just watching from beneath the lampshade
wondering who played the ace of spades
wondering who caved and who would be saved
and walking back to my lonely apartment
the street lights flicker but i don't notice and
well the floor is nice and the carpet's all right
and i think i'll lie here alone all night
strange and bitter comes to inhibit
the only sense of comfort left
what have we become
"i delicately picked my sins and learned to love them"
my body is wasteland
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bedbug
02:59
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i can now hear the silence
nothing has ever been so quiet
hiding behind my drawn eyelids
since life was to me a foreigner
took aspirin for this pain in my head
my overgrown death is standing in the corner
last time we spoke this is what he said:
"i turned off the light at the end of the tunnel
it wasn't water that you drank through a funnel
now you wait and you are a parasite
but you drank"
i can now hear the silence
cloning a masterpiece of violence
it's never been a question of compliance
my innocent eyes were hollowed out
took a drink for this pain in my head
behind me sits a growing shadow of doubt
last time we spoke this is what he said:
"i turned off the light at the end of the tunnel
it wasn't water that you drank through a funnel
now you wait and you are a parasite
but you drank"
and they both strapped me to a chair and fed me amphetamines, stapled my eyes open so I'd see the whole thing as they ripped me apart in so many tiny pieces
"i turned off the light at the end of the tunnel
it wasn't water that you drank through a funnel
now you wait and you are a parasite
but you drank"
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damaged goods
02:53
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burns in the first and second degree
antidote and I don't and I don't really need
to have my head poisoned right now or pain to leave
whatever that means
and I guess I'm a fool for you
and I suppose every time you crawl
into my brain I should run and hide
breaking bones on the telephone
once or twice, oh I know,
maybe I do belong alone
but I don't get heartbroken anymore
damaged goods, do I still smell like sunshine?
misunderstood, is your heart still really mine
under a cloak we know as vanity it hasn't been so good doesn't go down easy
but I still know that I'm a fool for you
and so I am starting to realize I should run and hide
breaking bones on the telephone
once or twice, oh I know,
maybe I do belong alone
but I don't get heartbroken anymore
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ghost
03:07
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little ghost did you know we were so close?
but we got in a fight rip your fingers apart watch your head explode
little ghost, can you hear me, I am close
and your friends are locusts humming in the grass
the window is shut I hear you tapping on the glass
but all the love just misses your grasp
little ghost who loves you the most?
your spirit haunts the air, floating in the dark
the flowers avoid you with their whispered remarks
it seems the journey ended before you could embark
little ghost there isn't much reason to boast
I hear you outside the window
dancing away where your body was found
the wind moves with you howling
notes pulling me down
I am listening but I
cannot save you now
little ghost there's no peace in remorse
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the dry season
02:52
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Your hair is wet from crying
I've got madness on a leash
it's savage it's courage lying
down until we are deceased
my mouth is always dry
no matter how much I drink
you whispered in my ear
this is not real
We can still hear the dogs
drinking for miles all around
and the birds were singing
nothing of value
sitting in my room
I like to know things still exist in my sleep what's it like the
question boasts
to have conversation without spitting out cockroaches
Your hair is wet from crying
I've got madness on a leash
it's savage it's courage lying
down until we are deceased
and in the dry season we thirst
there is an old grey wolf in the cornfield
destroying our cousins who were born still
my heart fills up and I burst
and why don't you stop? well I wish I could
Your hair is wet from crying
I'vel got madness on a leash
it's savage it's courage lying
is anything meaningless?
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