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Spitting Image
03:14
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If my prayers are answered, why's this darkness still coursing through me? If my hope is shattered, where else would I turn, it's a hell of a story. Like a pest to a porch light, I wait on the steps of the house of the holy. When my state of mind shifts, I feel my gut reject the understanding. Could be the spitting image of who you pray to up above, through trial and tribulation. Could be the one true thing you love, your guiding light, your blood-spill. Your world dissolved, in the name of. In times that were simpler, could've seen the light, but I turned a blind eye. Confirmed as a traitor, burn me at the stake, and feed under the moonlight. I'll dry my eyes, I've spit these lies straight through my teeth. In nights I sweat and stir, I'll sleep with one eye open.
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130 Yeah
01:30
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I'm a fucking mess, but I can't say I didn't see it coming. I'm speechless, talking to attrition, whoever runs out first is left out in the cold. And you ripped off the scab before it could heal. Well, I say two can play at that game.
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These Aren't Your Blues
02:20
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By no stretch of the imagination is this an apology, I hope you regret everything. But, no word of god or feeling proud can save me from this yearning to just mean something to you. Even if that makes me an enemy. Plain and simple, I've been trying to make some sense of this cluster-fuck of a mind. Which part is for memories, and which is for holding grudges. And how can I stop and smell the roses when I'm too preoccupied picking thorns out of my skin?
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Patricia
03:20
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Coping Mechanism
02:20
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First in line to be behind the times. A rude awakening for those of us trapped inside. Questioning every fault in her grin, cultural suicide, playing right into their hands. Worry, a burden I know all too well now. Pain that's buried deep inside me, that is burning. Please relieve me, or pull the curtains. Bridges burnt, I moved so I could dodge your lurch. For what it's worth, I'd rather be caught dead a liar. Plentiful amount of words throughout. The plot is thickening, but there's pages that are ripped out.
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Honestly
02:16
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Pleasantries, never cared much for pleasantries. Honestly, grown too impatient for polite conversation, yeah. I can see right through, I can see through it. Strip it off, peel away the thick skin your wear. Feel the coldness, feel the stale air, feel it pass right through you. Deflowered by guilt, settling in, mind far away, mind far away.
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Harper
03:42
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Cough it up and spit it out, all the blood pooling in your mouth. You've held it in for far too long, it's time to let those demons out. Yeah, the reasons why are cut and dry. It may be the last chance you ever have. The flat line sounds, hang your head. It's too heavy to comprehend. A lesson in life and death when it's least wanted. When it's least wanted. Held on to her hand, she was still warm. Eyes wide open, can't say she looked peaceful. Condolences sound, listen in. None of them have any meaning. The precious life alongside yours is now cold and vacant. Now cold and vacant. Lowered her into the ground, softly weeping, heads kept down. Throw last of the flowers in, pack the dirt, she's gone for good. The church bells sound, crowd disperse. Sea of black is thinning out. Buried in her favorite dress, highlight reel playing. Highlight reel playing, it's playing.
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Up Shit Creek
03:43
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Long Way Down
03:04
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Where there's smoke, there's a fire. Where there's deceit, there's a liar. It's coming down to the wire. You're faking pain, I'm growing tired. Making a mockery, down on your bending knee, you're spread too thin, fall in and out again. This isn't blasphemy, it's only feeling weak. Sign of distress, put this act to rest.
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Silent Through The Fall
03:22
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This is the end. I know that, and it's peaceful. Calmness washing over, finally. The autumn leaves will change their colors, and fall down the ground, silently. And all my friends will light me candles, say my name in prayer, while wondering if god is really there. It's just a fantasy, it plays out like a movie. The ending is so bittersweet, I float down to the end of the street. I'm finally free. Skin stretched over bone. Not even this body feels like a home. So save every bit, cause soon my scent will fade from the bed I slept in. Silent through the fall, you'll all be silent through the fall. Quiet through it all, you'll all be quiet through it all.
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