1. |
'scrap Life
03:47
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Angles occurring in absolute zero
Bleed through the fabric of time, staining silk
And it freezes the pages of textbooks together
I'm tethered to rage flush with numbers and filth
So I sing
B-Billy otin dotin bo bo ba deetin dottin
Do what you're told so you'll learn what you're taught
I'm really hopin closure's close to pokin near where we had fought and
I feel old but I like a thickened plot
Killing and crushing and brushing her hair
Defiant of logic iconic and sold away
Ripping and tearing and crimping the tears
the stapler is jammed she unravels right there
chorus
Her dust covered stitches untangle and cramp
And the violins ramp up to sickening swells
"I hate this. I hate you. Dear God make it stop.
And I'll quit all the things that are harming my health."
But I cannot help; I was never the god
She caught in the creases between the cement
Of the sidewalk that paved her first childhood home
It's an empty lot now and I said what I meant
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2. |
My Dreams
02:46
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I've never been more alone than four in the morning laying by myself
But dreams are lost from your head when it's only you and yourself
Nobody knows you and no no one can hold you when you're lying all alone
They'll tear you down and wear your crown forced everything and nothing
So I
Waste away, roses take
These dreams are shaking me down
And if I ever saw you again
I'd only have the courage to ask you how you've been
Wasting these flowers by the drain
Facing these hours all the same
Social normal forces around me
I'm sorry please don't let me be the one you always see
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3. |
Four Horsemen
02:39
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I got that acrylonitrile running through my gills
Yeah they're green for a reason, got some sickness to spill
With those plastic band from aluminum cans
Wrapped tight round my wrist now there's blood on my hands
You tell me that this shit ain't polluted
What you think I'm fucking stupid
The four horsemen are still just men
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
Not with a bang, but with a whimper
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
Could this shit get any simpler
Getting held down by my fellow man
I can't get off the ground Hell I can hardly stand
But when I claw and bite my way back to the top
I get scared of the heights 'cause now my grounding's lost
People got teeth like beasts
they just use their lips to hide them underneath
The four horsemen are still just men
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
Not with a bang, but with a whimper
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
Pneumonia sets in with a shiver
With a pain in my side and a cough in my hand
I'm giving out high fives for those swollen glands
Spread like wildfire bright like Christmas
Emergency room lights black out clenched fist
You tell me not to spread disease
What'd you expect me to do, not breathe
The four horsemen try seven billion
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
Not with a bang, but with a whimper
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
And you might think that death constantly lurks over your shoulder
But I got a feeling in the big picture that he is just another bloody soldier
And you might take a breath and wonder how long can I hold it
Well I can say you're not alone 'cause I can feel our bodies floating
The four horsemen are still just men
This is how the world ends
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4. |
Lunatic
03:10
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Off kilter sheep's clothing, grey fur peeks through
And you can't help but howl when you spot the full moon
You fabricate excuses to masticate and whine
And now you're saying you won't have dinner with my family tonight
Is it something I said
I'm grasping at the sky
Pulling down handfuls of dirt
You plead with widened eyes
Don't try to understand this hurt
They told me she's a lunatic don't trust a tooth in her mouth
But we still play forty-nine pick-up when things go south
It's hard to handle words and worse to manage time
So her lexicon agenda sort the days by rhyme
Our schedule
Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Mundane blues makes headaches
Thursday Friday Weekends
Burned awake by fried eggs tweakin on the mistakes and the missed days
Is it something I said
Like I'm sick and I need space
Like some quarantine timing
I ache like a cold brace
This is not a drill I am dying
Do you think about after
After we've been together
That you'll ever look back
And think it could have been better
I read to far into the letters
Until the ink just looked like broken feathers
Under a green light lost in time
I just wanted to fix you and not miss you in the mixed hues on our eyes
You're weeping gently on the floor
Tears me through these open doors
I felt so wasted I had mistaken
You to be my Daisy
Gunshot I won't watch you drown alone
I'll be the Gatsby to take you home
A moon rise lights this Sunset Drive
I'm alive but is that so crazy
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On Sunday Morning
03:20
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I wish I walked away
And had never seen your face
And then sleep tonight and I'd see this life without
You and me
It's all I see
It's always been this way
No matter what we say
I loved you every day
You won't feel the same
It's just a fantasy
Of you and me
And everytime you smile
The pain goes away for a while
I can't let it die looking to those eyes
And just let her go
I'm trying
But this is my mistake
And you don't have to take
Away this pain for me
(On Sunday morning
I'll hold you
On Sunday morning
Our love true
On Sunday morning
I'll be with roses)x2
Grey eyes
Of doubt
Black hair
Void of hope
I won't be with
Roses roses
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