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collecting thoughts
like pennies and dimes within a jar
whose cap won't shut, it stays ajar
shattered adorned in cracks, glass scars
these coins left only to grow older
overflowing, spilled all over
latent besides
erratic spatters of panic attacks
overexposed by pitch black, sobered by whip and a crack
dot the is, cross the ts
print legible, be neat
even though you wanna scribble scrawl
nonsense all upon the wall
6 feet deep in repressed memory
i've tied these knots, intricate weaves
silver dollar, silver dollar, medulla oblongata
stay stagnant but don't go away
cerebral dust bunnies stored in the bank x2
halcyon thoughts i don't care about anymore
mentally divided in half it's a civil war
left and right hemispheres of the cranium
hemorrhaging episodic tastes of bitter hypomania
not super sure what i'm even doin
but i'm gonna get it done
if it means i have to ruin
any chance i have to leave it neat
break a broom in half, no time to sweep
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2. |
Trojan Horse
04:20
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i wanna be where the people like me
where the roses bloom
i wanna bathe in the waters of the dead sea
so i can flourish and grow
let me be the perfectionist, the idol
of the boy i used to be
oh hell aint full of virgins
and heaven aint free
like timber, i shiver falter and shake
cause in the winter, the fibers burst, oh they ache
the rotten splinters, begin to shower the snakes
scurried away in the leaves, they left me bare in their wake
no time at all to spare a thought for anyone besides myself
ill call a draw i wont be bought ill stay right under my own spell
its a wonder
a heartbeat hungers
for more
pumpin like thunder
the weathered hand of mighty thor
beating on and on and on and on and on and on and on forevermore
ready to strike like lightning, against your chest, your trojan horse
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3. |
Next Thing I Knew
05:42
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wandering around like an animal
sniffin for bones
all these places you lived U lived in
well none could truly be called homes could they now
solemn roads on which to walk on each step further hinging apart
details fading hazy oh no now all of the patterns are lost
come on and dig in
entrench your talons in skin
it's ok its alright
it had to be done to survive
chorus
teetering down paths that are all wrong and winding off who
knows where
whispering round pines and needles hushing down the brush in your hair
COME ON
blanch white it begins
hold on tighten your grip
cut through the thick and the thin
pardon say again
chorus
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4. |
Peach the Beach
02:09
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you spoke in lies
tongue forked like a road
it's too bad my eyes
didn't see through your words
cause maybe if i wasn't so nearsighted
i'd figure out you were bad news
i guess hindsight's 20/20
but it doesn't mean you're not a jerk
you haven't left, you occupy
my thoughts when i'm alone
i'm not interested in you
now will you please pack up and go home
your words
so sharp
they cut like a knife
your teeth
ground down
gritting through the night
you sliced me up and hung me
in the window of a butcher's shop
carved my ribs out of my body
left my organs to spill out
your vowels scurry
underneath my skin and crawl
all through my arteries
and sprout out through my mouth leaving a mess upon the wall
you spoke in lies
tongue forked like a road
it's too bad my eyes
didn't see through your words
cause maybe if i wasn't so nearsighted
i'd figure out you were bad news
i guess hindsight's 20/20
but it doesn't mean you're not a jerk
your vowels scurry
underneath my skin and crawl
all through my arteries
and sprout out through my mouth leaving a mess upon the wall
you spoke in lies
tongue forked like a road
it's too bad my eyes
didn't see through your words
your words
so sharp
they cut like a knife
your teeth
ground down
gritting through the night
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5. |
Get Along
04:33
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going going going gone
these days are numbered
these days are long
dont be terrified
no longer now you're free, you're free to wander
splitting the seams, of the fabric between
those outside those within
fleeing the scene might be just what you need
you wont be missed
chorus
the day you are dead
may you lay in your bed
as you wither away
recollect what you've said
into neat dividends and promptly decay
and maybe its all way too rough for now
so pen your thoughts and spew them on the ground
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6. |
Cool It + Maritime Blues
07:26
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take it down a little bit
swallow whole the cherry pit
breathe a little breathe a bit
midnight walks ons licorice
canvas jacket denim kicks
pins and sticker cigarettes
buggy eyes and quivered lips
cool it
take it down a simple notch
mama's ring, and daddy's watch
tickin tockin down the time
inheritance is wasted
a life youve yet to taste, yet
youre tied down, tied down the
line
so just cool it
please just cool it
its hereditary i suppose
bits on bobs and fashion shows
sequins gems and jeweled clothes
from montgomery to tokyo
its all plainly revealed
in the rips and tears of
steely eyes and fish net tights
not much of a playboyyy
stumblin over air boy
coy and sad and timid
its time to say goodbye
all aboard the airline
papers please to cloud nine
lets check your bags
and send you off to hell
decaffeinated, you're gone
and im quite alright
f --> am
i am shouting
at the ocean
i am screaming
in slow motion
f Bb
up on those salty dunes you watched me plead
f am
mouth censored silent by the crashing of the sea
f am Bb
you sat taken aback at my soliloquiy
f a7
no i or you left in we
f am dm Bb
wilting kindling of words, blown to life back in flames
f am dm c
thanks to this nautical wind things just might finally change
f am dm Bb
i guess i did it again, ran out of things left to lose
f am dm c
i only had things to gain, everything else to confuse
f am dm Bb
wilting kindling of words, reduced to ash it's a shame
f am dm c
thanks to this nautical wind, things just might stay the same way
f am dm Bb
i guess i did it again, lost everything cause i snoozed
f am dm c
i want to go back and change, everything that i slept through
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7. |
MY DOG, COUSIN SMITH
02:37
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8. |
Western Front
04:44
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lyrics:
we're in the dark of a lonely hotel room
exhausted from inhaling the fumes
that sputtered out people's mouths in the form of long winded
anecdotes that deflated the room
porcelain white people have porcelain white hearts
they're shiny and beautiful and clean
but they're easy to fracture with an untimely comment
and they'll easily shatter if you leave
come back you missed the last stop
cause you were nappin and a dreamin bout a boy
wake up put on your makeup and mosey your way out the door
but if you wanna take another bustrip to the city then
ill be sittin pretty with u listnenin to the engine and
i wont stop you
i wont stop you
but them nasty creatures of the night sure might
i try 2 say hi
tongue knotted, retreats inside
my throat so i just stare and calmly choke all quiet
like the western front, i gather food or hunt
neanderthalic brain doesn't know what to say
in order to survive, ill muster up the pride
to crack a toothy smile at you when we overlap
come back you missed the last stop
cause you were nappin and a dreamin bout a boy
wake up put on your makeup and mosey your way out the door
but if you wanna take another bustrip to the city then
ill be sittin pretty with u listnenin to the engine and
i wont stop you
i wont stop you
but them nasty creatures of the night sure might
soul cracked like a bulb into shards,
warm glass still spread on the floor
amidst the mess and the stars
a flickered filament roars
1 final flame left to fight
to stay alive all exposed
a room devoid of all light
save for one quivering glow
come back you missed the last stop
cause you were nappin and a dreamin bout a boy
wake up put on your makeup and mosey your way out the door
but if you wanna take another bustrip to the city then
ill be sittin pretty with u listnenin to the engine and
i wont stop you
i wont stop you
but them nasty creatures of the night sure might
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9. |
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02:19
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