1. |
Bitter
01:35
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The numbers and the other poor mysteries
that beg my mind to crumble and
The darkened alleys and the twisted pathways that have presented themselves to me
I have stumbled and I have fumbled
I will tell you if you ask
and I'll even try to be sweet
But, dear, I've got a bitter tongue
and I fear my thoughts are crooked too
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2. |
Thorns and Always Bored
03:39
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I wrap my head up in some thorns
and wait until I feel reborn
and I don't
oh no
I free the handcuffs holding me
and run around until I feel free
and I don't
oh no
Oh, hum hum distant at the window
drama drenched drone digs deep to dead drums
detached from thoughts honed
to a razor cut thumb, you smelled like home
before I knew what home was
I know because I meet you where we've met before
and wait around until I get bored
and I don't
Oh no
and I don't
Oh no
and I don't
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3. |
Hangover Bacon
01:07
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4. |
Far
02:36
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I want to share the winter shelf
Why do you live so far away?
Buried autumn, sleeping well
There is not much more to say
I guess I'll write you
But would you even read it
or would it just collect
your pity glances
or, better yet, your trash
I...
I know that you'd be weary
But know I've bled that blood away
Still...
I guess I miss you
Why do you live so far away?
I guess I live far away too
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5. |
ex-everything
03:39
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Rehash like cat bats of slut lashes
old bashing thrashed deader than the bowls that I'm cashing
Crafty drafts after laughter track mellows
and you're awfully damn slow for such a hasty fellow
I'm a stalker hungry stalking
all the alleys you're walking
Eerie creeper creepy peering
over things as you're talking
and I don't bat an eye
over tell painted lies
and breaking glass cries
Shrugging shoulders caging creatures
who feed the shapes behind my eyes
engaging shadows along the sidewalk
drawing shapes from them to write
A restless weary phantom
seems to reappear at will
at random
with a quota to fill
Enter like the shiver
on the drafts between the timbers
that had crept along the river's surface
fog possessed and felt
across the back of ancient stoic steadfast stone
it's eating slow
Dead step left and
a dead step right
because I'm six feet deep
in whiskey tonight
Let my ragged shadow linger
under each and every light
because it's eerie and it's haunted
the skull I occupy
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6. |
Moot
01:37
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We slip beneath the fractal twist
and listed our disharmonies
under a leafless bit of
All lonely stars and all my walls are cracked
and fell away as I relax
Some erupt and some will blister
do they ponder on the sister
will they ever get to kiss her
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7. |
Wilt
03:22
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8. |
Hard to Tell
00:56
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Chased these ghosts for so long
it's getting hard to tell
When I finally stopped
letting them in
Wasted so much time
I'll likely go to hell
But I won't notice
I haven't noticed
It's where I've been
My bloody knees
Their sonorous tongues
I feign to plead
They feign to run
Why does it feel
so soulless?
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9. |
Ten Ton Lies
01:32
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By and by
These ten ton lies
I dive into your satin eyes
and I
By and by
Your satin eyes
I cast my lone wolf clothes aside
and I
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10. |
Heaving
02:31
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I'm like the wind
creeping in through the rafters
You won't feel me when I get there
You won't know what I am after
Like the snow
building up on your front lawn
I might be cold but pick me up
throw me along the lines to friends you've long since known
Don't get up
If it's not plain to see
you find me running down your back
Send them shivers to the deep
as I feel out your every crack
and you can't gesture to the door
I'm leaking out of your every pore
We're in a puddle on the floor
and now you're heaving
and I'm the one that you're breathing
if you stamp your feet
and you dance like a heathen
No, my eyes don't sleep
You find them twitching and a creeping
to the wrong damn beat
with the floorboards creaking
I know you hate my season
I know you hate my breath
I know you hate my eyes
I know you hate my dress
I know you hate my season
I know you hate my breath
I know you hate my eyes
I know you hate my dress
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11. |
Terminissues
00:32
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12. |
Stormchaser
04:16
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