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Deep Under
02:24
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It makes me feel alive like a broken, bloody christ.
The world is my victim when I become a knife.
Not a lot of problems could shake me to the core.
I talked to an old friend, turns out she's a whore.
Yeah that might be crass, but I bleed the truth.
Stop trying to be someone else, you'll never be that couth.
You lack culture, manners, kindness through and through.
Keep using up all of your friends until there's nothing left to use.
Deep under.
Sleep, slumber.
Reap, surround her.
Weep, bury her alive.
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2. |
Second Thought
03:49
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When something falls as if it's drawn.
You were the page I was the font.
The manuscript was almost done.
I spilled some whiskey on my tongue.
The smoke was clear like opaque glass.
I felt the itch as if on grass.
If I scratch I'd feel the rash.
Of fingernails on my back.
It was all a dream.
A mind altering scheme.
Tricked me once again.
The winter months will blend.
The red that's in the snow.
Is not my blood although.
It will be yours one day.
That is where your body will lay.
On second thought, it wasn't real.
It was my fault, bitter appeal.
Don't crash too hard, and sleep was lost
My thoughts bombard, when you accost.
You weren't as cheap as I thought you'd be.
The price was grave; missing sleep.
For days and days, maybe weeks.
It will catch you, like it did me.
It was all a dream.
A mind altering scheme.
Tricked me once again.
The winter months will blend.
The red that's in the snow.
Is not my blood although.
It will be yours one day.
That is where your body will lay.
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3. |
Heart of the Cards
02:17
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The Page of Swords can't save you from the person you've become.
No matter how you try to say it a scumbag is still a bag of scum.
To those people who don't believe in God but believe in Tarot Cards.
Yeah Satan is cool but you went to Catholic school.
Yeah Satan is so rad. Believe in the cards and follow the next fad.
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4. |
One Admission
02:34
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I have one admission for the ride.
Cathartic enterprise.
Months have reached the far line. It's the end of June.
A Friday afternoon.
Life throws you things you'll comprehend.
Even if you don't understand.
Accept it for what it is.
Accept it for what it is.
It must have been a dream when we found happiness.
Fifteen second bliss.
Feel free to be alone when you move coast to coast.
When you need someone most.
Someday your heartbeat will mend.
You'll be stronger in the end.
Accept it for what it is.
Accept it for what it is.
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5. |
Stay Gold
04:20
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Let's blackout soon, it's been some time.
I promise not to remember your words.
We'll go get a drink, and go get some ink.
Our speech will be nothing but slurred.
When I awake, I'd like to see you.
I'd feel lucky if in the same bed.
With a bottle of booze, and a shitty tattoo.
"Stay gold" is what it had read.
You may see me again but it will be a few months.
Or maybe It'll be a few years.
Cause I'll be out west, California you guessed.
A Floridian's American frontier.
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6. |
7 Ghosts
01:52
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It's not the water under my toes.
There are 7 people that I see as ghosts.
They've disappeared, they don't exist.
It's me, myself and I, and I find bliss.
Some of those ghosts, I hate to admit.
Were part of my life, 5 don't mean shit.
They were good people, but lost in a crowd.
They took too long to find themselves out.
2 of those ghosts, continue to haunt.
So I took some advice I got from my aunt.
Pipe dreams be happy; water instead.
Breathe deep, exhale, repeat until you're dead.
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REEFS California
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