1. |
Damnit Devin
02:56
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Revel in the cliche
Sell your slack heartstrings
Fake leather jacket
Your hair falls right in place
The gimmick is
That there's
No gimmick to see
Don't mind the ego
Or choreography
You will dance
And you will sing a long
Best get it straight
Look who the lights are on
Fake the best that you can
Fraudulent asshole
Matter over my mind
Image over self
Endlessly work the crowd
They won't see how short I fell
Every move under my
Belt is a carbon copy
I only deal
In mediocrity
Fake the best that you can
Those words in your mouth
Belong to someone else
Fraudulent asshole
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2. |
Grinding Halt
03:30
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You've got the dying urge
To leave this all behind
To feel like you belong
But I can't say
I understand
You held on
Through thin and thinner
And now you stand
As the last living sinner
No matter the price
Your weight in gold
Or the last place in line
At the gates of hell
Your heart was brought
To a grinding halt
And you pay no mind
To your decomposing self
You did everything right
It's come time
You don't have to hold on
Cause in the end
You don't need to be strong
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3. |
Vertigo
03:18
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Calling all caution
For me and you
Deep down I know that
You knew it too
And I was so stupid
And you never cared
I'll run from this
That you know
Next time I'll just turn and go
You've got me spinning
Like I'm in vertigo
Vertigo
There's always something
Left to say
But there's always
A wall in my way
No matter what we do
It will never be me and you
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4. |
Great Knowing You
04:28
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All along
I've been lost
Scattered in regret
You've been gone
But you know that
It gets worse with time
Why'd you go
Worth the cost
I guess it never was
Vacant friends
I didn't know you
And I hope you know
Just how long
I searched for you to feel
Something else
And I want to show
You that you mean more to me
Than I'll ever
Mean to you
In the end
I'll be fine
That's just what I say
You were gone
But I know that with time
Things fade away
Left behind
To myself
I never slipped your mind
Common words
Ring your lips
We'll never make this work
You keep running out of an excuse
To make me feel like
You will miss me too
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5. |
Four Hour Struggle
03:29
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You tried to get out of your head
But just fell farther in
Wheel in the comedic relief
Identity perched up on stilts
Quite haphazardly
Aimed to tragically capsize
Feeding the ugly side of yourself
And you wonder why everybody has left
Whose blood
Whose blood
Is on your hands
Whose blood
Whose blood
Is on your hands today
You can settle into your descent
But that tarnished conscience don't lie
Ditch the body
Trapped in cycle all of the time
Loose grip to unwind
Write yourself in a new life
Piercing through in search of a vein
And push the plunger down
The head rush weighs in
Whose blood
Whose blood
Is on your hands
Your blood
Your blood
Is on your hands today
You can settle into your descent
But that tarnished conscience don't lie
Ditch the body
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