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Pyromantic Gestures
05:08
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We are the victims who hold the matches.
You brought kerosene to burn us to ashes.
Reminding, advising, enticing without realizing,
everything latches.
Our minds are sporadic but we let it have the best of us.
There's no room for hesitation, only lust.
You'll ask yourself "what's the worst that could happen?"
For years I've been digging the hole that Ive trapped myself in.
Nothing can change now...
Nothing can change 'cause it's all the same now.
There's more to anticipate.
Were cast in iron and my way's the sweet escape.
We can all be neurotic at times.
Meditation helps to seek through neurosis with clarity.
To understand its origin and to smile at it.
There's more to anticipate.
Were cast in iron and my way's the sweet escape.
So light the match and let me suffer cause...
They deserve Hell's whisper for what they've done.
(for what they've done)
'Cause nothing is better than watching you run.
(blood! blood! blood!)
'Cause all the words remain unsung.
Fuck this.
The floor's wet with our sin and provocative mistakes.
It's true, I can help but it comes at a cost.
Everyone is helpless after a loss.
(everyone is helpless)
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2. |
Devil's Advocate
04:14
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Instant distractions. Delayed reaction.
I sense an accident waiting to happen.
Oh sensibly I'm waiting to see.
They don't show it, no they won't know it.
In your absent mind a letter will unfold.
It's the same old story that never gets told.
It's designed to where you mind's realigned,
You'll fight to be my concubine.
Feel it breathe and let it settle under your skin.
The words they whisper, see where their faces have been.
So you strive to accelerate to this higher level.
But the ground's unsettled and you're left bedevilled.
In the matter of time, we'll bury the hatchet.
But for one last time, you can't have it.
Our differences still remain the same,
and I'll be the wolf at the door with its cheek turned the other way.
Our differences still remain the same.
Hiding skeletons.
To ease the discomposure to what you refer,
to be the role of disbelieving of what you've reassured.
Our differences still remain the same.
Hiding skeletons.
Instant distractions. Delayed reactions.
I sense and accident waiting to happen.
Oh sensibly I'm waiting to see.
They don't show it, no they don't know it.
So burn them now and we'll all be even.
And I'll be around next time, evening.
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3. |
Thine Own
04:48
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The changing of chapters determine actions after the reoccurring never ending aspects of my past. Or was I just asleep all along while you'd weep over my mistakes, the ones I wish I'd never make. The art of emotion lays out as a notion for everyone dwelling on what can't be done. Inhale. Exhale. I'm riding on the tail end of living life happily, and practicing apathy. Sometimes I'm tired of it for the sake of it and giving up on everything to be the one I want to be. I sob so profusely, this noose hangs so loosely on me, with no apology. Have mercy on me for I am weak, stone cold hearted, back to where we started again. No not this again. In the end we'll pretend to be dead and end it, fade out humbly. Look up at the sun, cut off her head, bring up her morals now that she's dead. She was just a queen until her rule led to this suffering.
I'm helpless, so careless.
Distressed. I regress. It's not you it's me.
I'll live and I'll learn as my innards turn, begging desperately.
My eyes on the prize in which I'll never win. Where do I begin?
The rage and the urgency is building up inside of me.
I'm sorry for all its worth.
It's just like they always said in the beginning.
You sound like a broken record that keeps on spinning.
One day at a time, they said. It's all they're asking.
Determination is a quality that I am lacking.
You can only fight your own wars,
but this is a battleground of desperation behind closed doors.
One day at a time, they said...
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4. |
Wolfe
01:32
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5. |
The Great Repression
05:01
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My mother told me that you're not supposed to cry.
She said it's a sin, and it begins.
She said it's a sin, I know that this will never end.
I've gone too far, I've had a taste of overwhelming luck.
It's fucked. The overwhelming, all consumingly.
It's me saying it's a habit. There's one question but nobody asks it.
The sun it keeps mocking me, it turns against me.
How can I return to a place like this?
(How can I?)
It's better to wander the stars alone,
than stand and embrace it in the cold.
The waves invade the instance and consistency to make the stakes,
and I'm a liar, I'm a thief.
It's me, again, let's make amends. No let's not pretend this won't happen again.
The silence is deafening, words crash against me.
The silence is deafening...
How can I return to a place like this?
(How can I?)
My father told me that he cried when the beggar grabbed his feet.
He asked to provide for his family
He said it's the life we lead.
Hiding our feelings of ever being free.
he said it's the life that we lead.
Now I know I'm never free.
And I'm contemplating best course for suicide.
The best intentions in my discretion are realigned.
Let's make it happen, collapse in my disguise.
My disguise.
I'm not free.
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Skin Comfort
04:08
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Crawling across the brick.
Let's look at the travel, look at its purpose, look at its state.
In an upward step. One movement. Fluid. It smashes.
But under the sun we rejoice the warmth on my tongue.
And comfort beneath, I wonder its worth.
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7. |
Tides/Currents
06:33
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It's time we came to term with it.
It's time that we felt the feeling.
It's redundant like it's the fun that leads us to believe our own lie.
My eyes on the skies and I want to believe,
But my vote of non-self confidence has left me,
Covered and wrapped in a sheath.
Let me out, I'm just holding in.
It's harder than I could ever imagine.
The instant reaction, I need a distraction.
It's harder than I could ever believe and I'm dying to let myself in.
I'll keep my ears peeled and my eyes on the ground.
As the cracks I avoid leave my bound for the round.
It's hard to stop my foot from crashing over the pavement folding.
And I'm the boulder.
My eyes on the skies and I want to believe,
But my vote of non-self confidence has left me,
Covered and wrapped in a sheath.
Let me out, I'm just holding in.
I'll refuse to confuse and make this conspicuous.
The world is unstable and makes us incapable,
of understanding where we're landing.
Our fate lies within our hands.
Come what may,
It's hard to say when ambitions discover indecisive lovers.
Let me understand where you're coming from now.
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