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Our dying days
02:26
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Stand on the edge with me, wasting away. Bask in the glory of all dying days, and you hands they look strange with a cigarette stain, and you whisper:
Its gone and it not coming back
Begone this source of regret
But you sound like a fatalist drifting away on the back of a heroin shot up your veins, and i put your arms round me said dont be afraid, this is the way that its always been, the numbed up decay.
Please just wait till the sun comes again
The stars peak through your finger tips
Stand on the edge with me wasting away bask in the glory of all dying days.
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Saw myself give in
02:26
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Art is composed of conditions
Mind is a hole of afflictions
And this sweet soft baking like noise
Are we still making the choice
And youd tell me if i were crazy
I think that you would
I struggle with these thoughts that are daily
The trees flow by
In the cars front seat time rolls by
But your waiting for
Something to numb
Cant handle the pressure till you drop
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Does it
02:30
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Would you notice me if i were up on a cloud
Would you notice me if i were feeling let down
It feels alright to be alive now
It feels alright to be alive now
Does it
Does it
Does it
Does it feel good
Does it feel good
Does it feel good
Does it
Prickly little leaves fall its a chore to clean them up
The monotony seems to really cheer me up
When will it go
Does it
When will it go
Does it
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Weve been waiting for something
We dont know what it is
Weve been waiting for you
Weve been looking so long for you
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And I dont tell the stories well
And i dont remember the past anymore
Trailing motions in my eyes
I dont remember anymore
Where did the time go
Where did the time go
Waiting for the rebirth of something more powerful
The haunting realization of an entire lack of purpose
When will i go
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6. |
The Man
03:07
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Waiting at the window looking for the cars to go on by
And i see a man jaunting on the sidewalk he has an evil look in his eyes
But wait he hasnt passed yet
And hes walking in place
Sitting in the front seat
Scratching at my skin so time goes by
And i see a man coming up to see me
Hell follow me till he sees inside my mind
But things get a little bit different if you try to tread over that line
Your flesh melts away
Your bones they decay your house it turns to dust
But why is the man still there
Its a part of yourself that you just wont look at in the eye
Theres no calling for help when the buzz on your skin erupts inside
And you think to yourself
Is there anything more
Do i even exist
And the answer is no
And the answer is no
And the answer is no
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You once told me to lay down in the bed
And i layed there in the bed
You once told me
To lay down in the bed
And i layed there in the bed
To you i pursue till the noon turns into night
Speak softly and be my lady dear
Im so sorry i cant keep being like jeffrey
Let your heart be heavy and youl feel no pain
Block out everything that doesnt bring you shame
Be heavy again or else ill die
Suck up all your tears and never cry
You went up the river white and soon your face had gone
And you see it completely your surprised again
You never know when it happens baby
To your chagrin you start to spin around again
You dont know when you even started to begin
Your friends all face forward
They wont notice anything at all
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8. |
Male pattern baldness
01:11
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Your pulling out my hair
You look and theres nothing there
There goes another piece of me
Flushing down the drain
And it all feels just the same
Your self just dont remain
There goes another piece of me
Flush it down the drain
And its all not quite the same
Your sense of self just dont remain
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Patching breadcrumbs
02:53
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Im done waiting for you to fix me
I know ive been gone but its interesting
I know its the way ive been living
Clouds fill up my brain
Its uplifting me again
Standing up and reaching out
Im happier than i was a week ago
Giving up and tapping out
I just want to destroy its all the same
And it will never be whats happening to me
Ive been spilt my head is aching
And its you who tore into the control that never belonged to you
Standing up and reaching out
Im happier than i was a week ago
Giving up and tapping out
I just want to destroy its all the same
And it will never be whats happening to me
Im done waiting for you to fix me
I know ive been gone but its interesting
I know its the way ive been living
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Voices
02:32
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Lately I've been seeing lights flashing around me
and it hurts to observe the truth in her words
and there seems to be some truth in her words
and I won't fight against it anymore
and I hope you'll come find me charming and I hope you'll look forward to see me again
and your words make no sense
and your voice is not present and you know it's not the clue
That you told me over again
over again
over again
over again
over again
And stop talking
oh I'm sorry
and stop talking
that's kind of fucked up dude why would you say something like that
over the mountain I tend to climb
Sisyphean Rock in my mind
And you know that not how it goes in my mind
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11. |
Sleep
01:15
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The tv’s buzzing there is static on the screen
Its a lazy sunday feel like i'm still in a dream
and i cant wake up
Solipsistic endlessly
And i wont wake up
I think its better just to sleep
Sleep sleep
I think i'm better when i sleep
And oh Feels like I'm headed for a breakdown
I'm sorry baby if you felt like you were left out made some decisions that I know I won't forget now
Now feels like I got a path to choose put it all on the line what I got to lose or maybe I'll just go to sleep
Sleep sleep sleep
I think im better when i sleep sleep sleep
The tv’s buzzing there is static on the screen
Its a lazy sunday feel like im still in a dream
and i cant wake up
Solipsistic endlessly
And i wont wake up
I think its better just to sleep
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12. |
Drunk ass
02:49
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I like your face
do you like mine
you cut me off
so I can't drive
who even knows
what your intentions were
who even knows
what your intentions were
let me go now it's all the same
let me go now it's all the same
bright silver Skies
darting around
they fill up the night
come shining down
they fill the air
swirling around your eyes
and the grass Rises up to the top of your knees
and you feel more peace than you ever believe
and you think to yourself
that there's nothing more than this
and when will you die
and when will your hope run out
and when will you stop trying
you're burning on the cross
tied on your hands and knees
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Ode to dottie
01:48
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reach into my void that we share
and let's give in to our directive
Aunt Dottie and her haunted body sees the will of the world and lets it in
be gone from me this aching hopeless corpse I'm walking in
when those lights go off I won't fight I won't scream and just see what's waiting for me
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I've been away for months and months now my brain is gone down the other way
Im still afraid of all the drugs how they changed me come down the other way
I still believe that there is something more than this
the social IV drip
I still believe in nothing and everything else is so unimportant to me
there's nothing more I could ever do for you to make you happy than before
I feel the heat of electric conversation it's passing over me
And nothing means everything now and nothing means everything now and nothing means everything now
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15. |
Home
02:22
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block my eyes
and i will find
a place to hide
cut your paper
and drive all night
sticking sides
i am looking for something new
something that doesn't hold me back
i am running now
and i wont stop till i get home
no i wont stop till i get home
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