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Pep Talk
05:20
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Holy throne
Of no hope, scatter my bones
Dreams of
Drowning
Blame it on my father's death
Blame it on my lover's bed
Blame it on a rainy day
Blame it all on what you said
Commit to this
Lament and quit
I could kill myself
Kill myself
Succumb to this
Bodily fit
If life is hell
Then load the shell
I can see the tip
Of emptiness
An easy sell
so ring the bell
This is it
My blackened pit
Down I fell
All is well
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"There's night and day brother, both sweet things. Sun and Moon and stars, all sweet things. And quiet, there's a wind on the east. Life is very sweet, brother."
"Life is very sweet, brother, who would wish to die?"
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Blame it on my loving friends
Blame it on when we were kids
Blame it on someone I shouldn't miss
Blame it on the pain I caused and the things I did
Commit to this
Lament and quit
I could kill myself
Kill myself
Succumb to this
Bodily fit
If life is hell
Then load the shell
I can see the tip
Of emptiness
An easy sell
so ring the bell
This is it
My blackened pit
Down I fell
All is well
Commit to this
Lament and quit
Succumb to this
Bodily fit
I'll kill myself
Kill myself
Down I fell
All is well
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Who Goes There
04:49
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Who goes there
Living under that skin?
Is there a soul too bare
Or is it hollowed empty shit?
Your love
Always washed underneath me
Your touch
Could never feel anything
‘Cause I can’t stand the way you’d speak
How you’d hang onto every hurt
Like honey
And I can’t stand the way you’d look at me
Like a scorned lover
Sleeping in others’ sheets
Blood
Does it even run through your veins?
Clearly not enough
Maybe your heart fell out of place
Go on
Guilt trip me into fuckin’
Like if I don’t
Then I broke your loving covenant
‘Cause I can’t stand the way you’d speak
How you’d hang onto every hurt
Like honey
And I can’t stand the way you’d look at me
Like a scorned lover
Sleeping in others’ sheets
And I can’t stand the way you’d ignore my pleas
With your cold silences
Stolen out of movie scenes
And I can’t stand to see you living it happy
Whose the next poor fucker
You’re picking out of your teeth?
Whose the next poor fucker
You’re picking out of your teeth?
Whose the next poor fucker
You’re picking out of your teeth?
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Red Flag
02:54
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Pardon my excuse
For my try on life is a fluke
Consistent overthinker
Not living his truth
I hear it in the attic
I'll gift it a noose
Maybe it'll quiet it down
Maybe I'll pass it on to you
We could swap it back and fourth
Our little product of divorce
One we both want to abandon
One we both we abhor
Build ourselves a manger
Garner a holy flock
Make them gather 'round and watch
While you suck my
Someday, I'll pull this stich right out
I tire of this loose thread hanging in my mouth
I'll dig through all the blood and spit
Or you could use your tongue to collect it
Write off, fight off my sin
I promise, I'll focus this time with no more slips
The weight I put between your crevices
Will cause rot as we fuck and thrust hips
Go ahead, fly that
Go ahead, fly that
Go ahead, fly that
Red flag, red flag
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Faked the way
I smiled at my fate
Can I take it back or is it too late? Did you wait?
Hard to undo abandoning it
Your face, it makes
My stomach feel the dizzying weight
The dirty words align with a truth
One I cannot face due to rotten tooth
(Tender love and care?
Sounds like quite the burden to bare
To have and to hold?
I want to put my chips in
But the pressure makes me fold)
We could turn off the lights and play pretend
Play pretend
That we've made amends
And I didn't give way to wind
Maybe you could pretend
To forget
My awful timing
My poor sense of awareness
Your hands motioned to a true romance
Romance
But a siren song
And a lucid trance
Could I just drown
At the bottom of your ocean?
'Cause I'm not gonna scream underwater
For a helpful hand
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Versailles
04:48
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The Coward Robert Ford Jacksonville, Florida
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