1. |
OUTSKIRTS
03:00
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Drove through the night
holding on tight
its just my pride
Stuck drowning in pity
Oh, what a life
Oh, short of the knife
Oh, gave yourself a fright
And got nothing to show
Jackals in the courtyard
pigs in the parking lot
meth in your blow,
that blood wont wash out of your clothes
so it goes
im not who I'm supposed to be
but I couldn’t try
living up fear’s creek
without a paddle in the heat
Relax, they’re just noodles
it’s all one big riddle
Attributed to a cross
end of watch and I'm lost
So it goes
The needle not working
records stopped turning
this parties
the parties over
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2. |
PATRICIA ARQUETTE
03:54
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they say it'll change
they don't tell you
better or worse
I’m alone, all of the time
Even with you
I can’t escape myself
Blacking out
All of the time
looking for solace or solitude
i need closure, at least a release
guess its new attitude
There’s something in the water
There’s something, a mother to daughter
take these chains off of me
I cant breath let alone eat
Chests caved in, a breathless good bye
Bottle empty and my eyes have dried
the moments gone, it comes as a shock
Break it all down, honey I'm all talk
14 years last, its fail or pass
There’s no one real who’ll teach that class
There’s something in the water
There’s something, a mother to daughter
There’s blood in the water
There’s nothing, a son to a father
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3. |
LAMBS
03:18
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There’s a silence washing over me
let’s talk about
borrowed time
we’re all a witness
as it slips by
losing all momentum
we’re all lambs to the slaughter
A seance
ain’t gonna save you
nor will that bible
sitting on your table
a mind loosely wanders
and we’re all lambs to the slaughter
Somethings missing
From your code of conduct
Something missing
is it your conscience
a loaded gun
lives under your covers
prayers from your father
we’re all lambs
lambs to the slaughter
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4. |
BAD BLOOD
03:50
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I wrote you off yesterday
tell me why i alway feel this way
looking round’ an empty room
I’m staring into my lonely tomb
it’s just how i act,
Cant present myself with tact
burning bridges that matter most
guess you got too close
i’ll ruin it for the both of us
embedded in myself
you laid your trust
ill ruin it until we rust
threw Hemingway out the window
A lesson learned but I forgot it
bad blood, bad blood
Bad blood, with those that I love
i’ll ruin it for the both of us
embedded in myself
you laid your trust
ill ruin it until we rust
What do you believe in
Nothing I’m a nihilist
what do you believe in
nothing, I’ll cut my losses
Now that this is done,
at my heads your loaded gun
I burnt the bridge and now I rust
Now you rust
return to dust
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5. |
MISSING PIECES [REDUX]
04:24
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collect the missing pieces,
or you'll never be whole again
how I'm losing my mind,
is not a question I'm open to
so when ya get to where you're going
will you send me a piece of mail,
nothing fancy, a postcard
closing my coffin with a nail
-
Yet, something pulls me back in
i cant explain this feelin'
im lost, in your heaven
or is it in my head again
Jesus is my therapist
watch me turn this water into piss
the suns setting pretty soon
and i don't know if we have time
Your skins flushed and so is mine
lets make one final deal, i’ll
flip ya head or tails,
cause betting for you always fails
The feeling’s rest assured,
I can’t rest for sure
head’s up all night
Spinning i walk to the light
a message i dont understand
left alone, holes in hand
still something pulls me back in
I can’t explain this feeling
im lost in your heaven
or is it in my head again
What did you want to say?
When you went that way
I stopped giving a care
after you left me there
so wont you leave me alone
I’ll still think of you when I'm bone
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I’m losing sleep over this again
time well wasted; not well spent
conversation precipitating dread
I swear I’m locked in my head
shifting gears, chasing fate
Its piling up, too much shit on my plate
thoughts circling despair
stuck in a frenzy I'm aware
Self fulfilling prophecy
darling one day you’ll one day bury me
Do your best, say a prayer
Blank slate, Dead Stare
An odyssey of the ID
you claim the toll & they’ll slit my wrists
Topics circling despair
stuck in a frenzy I'm aware
Self fulfilling prophecy
you’ll one day bury me
Take it or leave it
I dont care
Take it or leave it
I dont care
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