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Fix your hearts (deny actuality), Consent to death. The Lights seemed to dance to the beat of my watering eyes. What else could this be? a piece of bark covered in bees (Hanging from a tree). Negligent manslaughter.
Well if the cameras roll, and you take off the suit, it won't be a proper reunion. And if the end of the page is sloppy as always, I guess I can rest my case. But you wanna summon jesus christ and his word using blood wine and banks in this place, but when the blade that you shave with rusts over, you don't feel the need to reciprocate.
Why aren't your friends all dead?
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Mausoleum Neeson
02:38
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This Is my cross to bear
my bar to clear
Love my stupid filth
Love my stupid phone calls
They tend to look alike
for 100 hundred f***ing years, babe
everyone's a f***
Phone Home
It's only curses pointing
Listen, Atlanta,
I Can sing by myself
(Believe that the silverware will bend)
Forsyth County, I can sing by myself
Hear the storm sirens on a sunny day,
you walk out just to feel the wind
singing frog syndrome,
you never could keep your mouth shut
Sick girls get purged
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Tank Shredder
01:24
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Blessed, Biased in the sanctuary. Writhing in the covers of blind faith, empty quivers. Care for your lungs, when dead spies stack us in mass graves like animal tetris. Heaven is a broken place if you're not in it.
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The world is just as boring as you think,
like losing baby teeth but with accompanying disease
And I can't carry the sun
So listen just as long as you're here,
thin and decent so are we with our dependent means
And i can't carry your arms, until november's gone
stand with me, if only for a second because i can see you running to your hottest, nearest, whatever thoughts. I know that you would never think to push me too, but here we are again we can push each other to hell and back
you're plotting your own death
and you don't even know it
it is clear skies for your demise
with no chance of hope
oh the love is gone
you threw it away
you were always wrong
stuck in retrograde
it just goes to show
you'll never know
a single thing about me
Bite half your tongue, dig your own grave.
Stand with me while say when. I said when.
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Western Pleasure
02:04
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Trick you into performance x2
This isn’t a work of fiction, and I would kill for you to dismiss it
Emissions test my heart and you can find sk-skeletons in it
Death is just a disease
Debt is just a number on a screen
(White lies)
S-s-s-southern hospitality
(Sun explodes)
Red flags up all the way
But if you don’t, old unfaithful, there’s only one more way
(White lies)
Ch-ch-ch-change me baby
(Sun explodes)
Repopulate this wretched earth
So involved, while vomiting up your blood, shoving it out your skull, sugarcane in your cells, Old Testament and endless wishing Wells
(So dissolved, disapprovingly dissatisfied, you f***ing f*** you f***ing waste I am disgusted by your resolve and your complacency in neglect)
Your miserable sad existence, it’s becoming a bit played out
Your miserable sad existence, it’s what I’m bleeding about
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I'll use the feathers as hammers, shoveling coal for the queen bee
and be equally disheveled, fighting bruises off, refusing to sleep
I'm a child of empty promises
A product of mistakes
But I'm thankful for the false impressions made
Horizon breaks through to me
So what's another throat to hold this knife to
when it's been against mine for years
bludgeoned and blue
These rods and cones can only take so much
from your empty words to this bending crutch.
Was it inherited? I can never know,
but I'll find all my answers with my baggage in tow.
There's an art to starting fires.
Let's see how many bridges we can burn.
Do not listen to the sirens, they will drain you then spare you the antidote
None of these songs are about you, how does it feel
rolling, turn over this hill
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We could get the band back together, write a hit summer album, never worry again. I'll lie to you just like a sign.
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Toe to Toe, dancing very close.
don't look down on the compulsively honest parasite, speak to the rhythm of the sky with weak bones. the alarm goes off 20 minutes after you walk in the door. you hold your hands up high, and speak tongues.
You can breathe outside, I lied to make you stay.
Coward, you think you own everything.
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Books
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DA DA DA DAAAAAAAA
DA DA DA DAAAA DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN
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What
02:22
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This is not a template
this is a carefully crafted masterpiece
this is not a major worry
this is just your pet peeve
rolling through reels
that everyone has seen before
pretentious in taste, but typical to your bed posts
failed projects, non-descript, retreating to tropes
and they're keeping us bored [x4]
none of you know what love is
none of you know what love is
especially not you [x4]
lock your doors
close your windows
keep em shut [x4]
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It
02:02
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Lay your hair down, So i can burn it
I am so grateful for the way that you're supposed to be
when will things change? I'm enjoying myself
I'm raising eyebrows, but I'll never get caught
press up your chest, that's how i like it
You'll never know, she'll feel hell if she does
don't ever tell, I'll win in court
6 months felt fine,
it's time to swim
snaking
your way
through the
scene
comrades
never suspect
what a wonderful sense of timing you must have
(not for the walls but for the blood)
surprise you fucking thief
you've taken the veil
how unexpected
your mother hates when I take the stand
surprise witness hate to see me again
all while i slept, you are the scum
the earth spits into hell
i hope you brought guns, cuz here they come to kill
left or right, they came to kill
they rip you apart in a typhoon of hate
then pull out your throat to make sure you never swim
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Hardwire me, I took too much medicine
god created me, you'll fall in love
don't fall in love
become the lake, gluttony with hate
gluttony with hate
learn your parts
stop asking questions
there's too much blood being spilled
enough to complicate this split
watch me fall away, then drown into fame
rejoice, rejoice, refrain
I'm digging two graves, one for my god, one for my crutch
you never think that you're dead, until you fall into a routine
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Die Glocke
03:16
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The Hunt for zero point is still paved with good intentions
it could only be red mercury to stab into the clock
for every nation that falls there is an officer that turns
social service is the blood clot, the red skull overturns
this massacre occurs in graves that are so narrow,
you're safe, you know you're safe,
but this fight's still yours to handle
i guess i never play again
I guess i never play again
do you feel it?
do you feel the blades inside you?
In the wake of disaster
he lives
personally taken away
Hister lives in history,
articles and psalmistry
hister's in america
but if he dies, it's worse
judgement day,
personally taken away
Copyright infringement at it's finest
There's no such thing as silver lining
there's no more "punk rock" in my blood
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I remember sinking into the couch
your parents could hear me beg and plead
please dear god don't leave
you aren't even 18, can't control the mistakes you're making
can't
can't control the mistakes you're making
don't leave my side, you know i can't deal with the
fangs of the sentence
(the catholic girl with body paint)
the catholic girl with body paint
4 years I wait and whine,
with see you again as the tag line
here's to hoping
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yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
stabalize it
Opium sounds so good
give me that pipe i wanna bitch and complain about my girl
till it haunts me
the drugs can come up and get on the floor
break my death
I have buried eleven of you,
you will bury clones of me
give up the gun
if it's just two bodies doing the same thing, it'll feel the same way, it'll feel the same way
if it's just two bodies doing the same thing, it'll feel the same way, it'll feel the same way
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
complicate it
fentanyl tastes like shit
give me that pipe i wanna bitch and complain about my girl
till it haunts me
the drugs can come up and get on the floor
break my death
(literally just count to 45)
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