1. |
fleahouse
03:02
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sir sparks up another
as the ash falls down you crumble to your knees
clench your glass
the rouge decor
come back from begging and broke it more
soul destroyer
crippled wings
a crisis almost lost to everything
but most of all
did you really need me?
were we just a passing phase?
like cigarettes in movie scenes
it’s too much for me
keep your eyes on me
concreted in ceilings
clothes hang from our broken frame
we split our nerves between our words
you took this from me
she never looked the same
but most of all
did you really need me?
were we just a passing phase?
like cigarettes in movie scenes
in cheap motels
on beds of lies and broken dreams
took a perfect picture moment
traded it for quick flings
cover every surface as failure stares back
but most of all
these words you said to me
in cheap motels and broken dreams
but most of all
did you really need me?
were we just a passing phase?
like cigarettes in movie scenes
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2. |
sweet.
03:35
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deep in the city where no one sleeps at night
witness callous conversation
balanced on a knife
keep your mouth shut mouth shut mouth shut
for silence they scream
to see the things no man should ever see
we’re both invited
you’ll barely be missed
taking back to the first night chasing lover’s first kiss
and you’re thinking of leaving
when i’m kicking and screaming
silence repeats itself
size fives in the air
lights in the rear view
she couldn’t concentrate
but these back seats look much more safe
i hold all of this to you
like your famous last line
we’re slowly drinking
cheap red wine
keep your eyes closed tight
throw it into fifth give me so much more
this is nothing new
came so close to keep thinking
is this nightmare over?
feet off the floor
nails through the bed
crying in lay-bys
throw it into fifth and you’ll see that there’s nothing to lose
did it strike a nerve
being stabbed in the back
double down for six
even split then she throws it back
there’s no chance to say goodbye
throw it into fifth give me so much more
this is nothing new
came so close to keep thinking
is this nightmare over?
feet off the floor
nails through the bed
crying in lay-bys
throw it into fifth and you’ll see that there’s nothing to lose
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3. |
Push rope
03:05
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spinning stops
so pick me up
cotton mouth from drinking?
her lips stayed shut
with her eyes glued
to the back of your head
does this impress you?
lies sold as truth
i know i’m not wanted here
dead response and cold replies
we’re sick on bathroom floors
watching our days go by
our days go by
arms are bound to see you get so slim
with the dagger drawn vertical wrist slit
when my pain stops yours begins
convulsing through love locked jaws
i know i’m not wanted here
dead response and cold replies
we’re sick on bathroom floors
watching our days go by
our days go by
i pass the sun to here
as a standard night routine
if evil gripped my thoughts
i won’t wake up
and this can’t hurt me
our love locked jaws
i know i’m not wanted here
dead response and cold replies
we’re sick on bathroom floors
watching our days go by
our days go by
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4. |
Attempt 8
02:32
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i never got chance to say goodbye
time stops in each day
as i watch shadows settle down
in the background’s where i’d stay
i’ll still wait up at the nightstand
the world pulled through my chest
stood at the edge for long enough
overthinking it
fighting for the will to live
i’ve seen it all
swallowed everything even excess control
our savior in many forms
yet stranger in our arms
i can’t stay up all night again it’s all over anyway
and i won’t stay in the night again
to rest in a shallow grave
i can’t stay up all night again
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5. |
Courtney, just relax
02:54
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take a seat
on this cold metal chair
pale blue taste that she’s met many times
chalk choking bitter sweet
met with a thousand unheard cries
I can’t live this way
yet you keep yourself ‘so clean’
medicine to help you mend to help you move to help your aches
expelled the problems that would slowly move us away
hands the hair the aftershock to help resculpt reshape the lie
a heart protected in glass
frozen kiss fragile goodbye
love letters buried deep in ashtrays
even dilated she addresses him the same
clenching final moments
stealing the air you breathe
caught on a double edge standard
inhaled your last mistake
clenching final moments every breath
claimed as an accident
inhaled your last mistake
last mistake
blind blisters on my feral tongue
once the secretes contorted you must try bury them
devastation
enforced purpose
you’ve come so far
another soul for the streets
nails pressed through beggars hands
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6. |
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drowning
red lights catch breath
all mistakes
wiped away reckless sentiments
cemetery’s : stability
rope burn left for company
once buried you can't leave him
six feet is just the start for me
just another hit to the chest
i’ll just lay here
played out our movie like a b-side
to only feast on cowards hearts that couldn’t hide
analyse every scratch word once said
soft spoken when i’m played in defence
get the photographs of the evidence
evicted scenes of mine
save yourself before the end tonight
bodies beneath the ground breaking
I retrace the steps
and i’ll just lay here
contort
bend
scratch
getaway
rip the tape
staple face
bodies mark our scattered grave
humiliate me
thrown in led footed no looking back
my impact makes no sound
three days
in here with no air
marble veins run black and dry
to try to love then never have tried
try to love then never have tried
try to love then never have tried
get the photographs of the evidence
evicted scenes of mine
save yourself before the end tonight
bodies beneath the ground breaking
i retrace the steps
and i’ll just lay here
once you're buried you’ll never leave me.
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7. |
such.a.shame
03:18
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even the prettiest of people have the ugliest of moments
spent on the stairs alone
bury me in the deepest lake and strap cinder to my feet
i’ll overturn the tides as you just bury me
so once i sink low enough
all fibres start to part
let your false words retract themselves
and the canvas fix the art
hold your breath for steady aim
to use me as a barricade
courtier the child’s games
eyes are glazed and filled with shame
i think that i moved on too soon
just left here with my thoughts gripped on losing you
dying here with open palms
final thoughts dead in her arms
i think that i moved on too soon
cover up and help me quit
the bruise that doesn’t show
scratched beneath the surface
so much you made a home
this bruise won’t show
caught in a steady aim
to use me like a barricade
shoot
i think that i moved on too soon
just left here with my thoughts
warning shots on you
dying here with open palms
final thoughts dead in her arms
i think that i moved on too soon
on too soon
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8. |
...Maybe!!?
03:26
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is this how it’s meant to end?
fitting broken pieces again
save yourself from this one
remove everything you still won’t be missed
late to the party and first to the gifts
maybe i’d be erased
give it time it’ll pass by someday
fear creeping out your face
and we need a medic here
pushed aside kept silent in her place
this common control a disapproving remark
as i stare into the vacant hole of your broken heart
blindsided battered windows
tattered dress on her corpse
her death echoed so loud
falling through persuasive thoughts
maybe i’d be erased
give it time it’ll pass by someday
fear creeping out your face
and we need a medic here
when pushed aside kept silent in her place
won’t someone save me
blindsided battered windows
tattered dress on her corpse
her death echoed so loud
falling through persuasive thoughts
so maybe i’d be erased
and give it time it’ll pass by someday
fear creeping out your face
and we need a medic here
pushed aside kept in place
well maybe i’d be erased
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9. |
Lye solution
03:12
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pray the sky falls
for maybe that’d be easier
as this steel strung casket
provides more care
choke, gasp, die, relapse
plague alive outside
yet the sun still chases me
as i find comfort tonight
honesty passed out and isolated
cold sweats
adjourn
burning bodies
some people never learn
your control won’t stop you bleeding
opened up wounds left with words left unsaid
with the crime in the headlines
and the murder in the city
your control won’t stop you bleeding
driving through a harsh reality
crashing cars just to feel something
stricken fear panicking
she’s sitting happy with her prints wiped clean
only to kill at night
so march in the air…hands held high
your control won’t stop you bleeding
opened up wounds left with words left unsaid
with the crime in the headlines
and the murder in the city
your control won’t stop you bleeding
fear dragged under fingernails
evidence turned blind
unstable disinfectant to be thrown in my eyes
fear dragged under fingernails
evidence turned blind
unstable disinfectant to be thrown…in my eyes
to be thrown in my eyes
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10. |
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welcome in
to a house so inviting
topped up emotions with sedatives
hit that old familiar taste
she cannot be saved
with her insides burning
welcome in
seems so inviting you can’t stop shaking
well in the end
fake product of a fantasy
excuse the inept heart attack
cradled the floor until she’d take him back
to keep him
in our thoughts
when i’m tired
soft pause
then try harder to break surface
peer pressure from no fault
but no conscience can resist
welcome in
seems so inviting you can’t stop shaking
well in the end
fake product of a fantasy
throw stones to excuses as far as sight shows
(there’s no point in trying)
see this rabbit be ripped from its hole
(no harm in trying)
help me help me help me
(why am i trying)
with no cure in sight
(what a way to end the night)
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11. |
Marisol
04:52
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fix your disease
leave in a cardboard box
syringe induced dreams
help forget all of us
pray under him
crucifix with no meaning
do not resuscitate
appetites have run cold
back and forth the room starts to swing
for when you fall asleep
lips turn to stone
empty handed and alone
appetites have run cold
back and forth the room starts to swing
for once you fall asleep
lips turn to stone
empty handed and alone
before i have to leave
tears gravitate and your cold surface speaks
dying on a payphone
sleeping rough in the car
for what i’ve lost here
won’t stop falling
as i’ve been overthinking everything
falling
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12. |
cubicle dialogue
04:15
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sold out of sight
falling out of our minds
relay the hurt on ourselves
an ill exchange in foresight
the ‘ovel’ anagram of that four letter phrase
it could have changed everything
i know
‘just the wrong time wrong place’
stop acting undercover
there’s no need to hide from this
to say i’ll be fine
null marked off sender
out of sight yet out of mind
the carpet changed shade
from the impact of his face
barely talk and barely stand
sober thoughts a dead romance
push me past belief
cubicle dialogue and ceiling fan theory
our bodies swing more than they speak
stop acting undercover
there’s no need to hide from this
to say i’ll be fine
null marked off sender
out of sight yet out of mind
it’s just the ‘wrong time wrong place’
the ‘ovel’ anagram of that four letter phrase
from the twenty third floor past the second story window
break this loop as the blood fills the cracks
from the twenty thirds floor to the second story window there’s no coming back
from the twenty third floor past the second story window
break this loop as the blood fills the cracks
from the twenty thirds floor to the second story window there’s no coming back
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