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Forgive Me
03:40
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Forgive me father I now the truth and I will give condolences from my sorrowful youth. I can recall the past through this haze but we both know I haven't slept in days. These eyes seems to highlight the image of your grave. Projecting it to the back of my brain. Somewhere in Boston where I'll never find. Because your bitch wife was callous and far too blind. The playbook is empty. The recital is cheap. The audience has faked its impression of grieving. When you ask I reply I'm alright. But my body language screams that I might be frightened. You must be so proud of yourself. To feel comfort in something like the words you expel.
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A Void
03:19
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Fall into that void. Hope for the best but prepare for the worst. It's hard to ever feel joy when your own father's death has left you destroyed. Pick up the pieces of what you have left. To fill in the hole in your chest. Pick up the pieces of what you have left to fill in the hole in your chest. Crawl into that void. Lay for some rest but stay in the hearse. Try to not be so coy. You're wasting your breath with the words you deploy. Pick up the pieces of what you have left. To fill in the hole in your chest. Pick up the pieces of what you have left to fill in the hole in your chest.
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Song For Scott
02:16
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Monthly or yearly I've tried sincerely to be a better man. Mistakes so prudent whenI start to lose it. I don't know how I am. The meaning is vague. The feeling will fade. I think discretely that you are completely vain, and full of yourself. The mirror is your best friend but it won't lie in your bed so you sleep by your shelf. The meaning is vague. The feeling will fade. Don't be so brave. The feeling will fade.
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Forgiveness For The Weak
04:04
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Conscious movements, pending circumstance. Walk right through them, hidden pineal trance. Can't explain it, leave it to unknown. A sense of crazy, heightened honeycomb. Enlightened maybe, but darkness seems like home. Can't attain it, leave it to unknown. "Are you dreaming," daunting R.E.M. "Are you sleeping," haunting me again. Unconscious swooning, leaves my skin bare. Others proving that there was nothing there. Can't explain it, leave it to unknown. I hate to say it but we were once one. Fate has stated, fucking was too fun. Can't contain it, leave it to unknown. "Are you living," my brain tries to speak. "Try forgiving," forgiveness for the weak. "Are you living," my brain tries to speak. "Try forgiving," forgiveness for the weak.
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Don't Fear
02:56
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Shield; avert your eyes. Don't fear me I am your demise. Cloak these haunting thoughts that cloud your head leaving your distraught. The devil wants you back. You never left just relax. Don't let him stain your glass. Just close your eyes it soon will pass. Don't breathe because I know you only speak empty ghosts. My sight will soon fade. Listen close and don't be afraid. I plea just to know that I can breathe. This weight on my lungs will soon be exhaled. I lie just to burden my own conscious. This guilt that I feel is all I trust.
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Separate Ways
03:28
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I think I'm going two separate ways. My body wants something, but my mind's just afraid. You grab my arm, and with a quick change of pace. My feet start moving, my mind hesitates. We kissed, we screamed, we fucked, where we lied. I could not explain what I felt inside. You hair was so dark, but your eyes were so bright. They peered deep inside me throughout the night. I moved towards your lips and stared in your eyes. It was like reading a book of your life. You push me away but you want me so close. If my bodies the needle then my heart is the dose. Weeks go by, I don't hear from you. Our friends tell me there's drugs you abuse. There's only so much pain to kill. Before you rack up a hospital bill. You scream about how your stomachs on fire. Sweat roles down as beads of perspire. They fall off your nose one by one. You regret what you did, but what's done is done. Then as you get wheeled away. You can't stand up cause of your fragile frame. It's back to the car and off to your house. To not make a sound, if only a mouse. Just like I was on that lonesome night. Do you remember the sounds and the sights. My virginity, it may stay in your hands. But I don't want it anyway you can keep it my friend.
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Summer
02:01
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Different patterns arise in my mind. Some are good, some are sad, summer mood, summer had taken everything that I was. Don't ever fall for a season unkind. It'll take everything like summer designed. And wash away with a warm summer rain. Until nothing's left but a flood remains. There's a few things I wish that I shouldn't have done. Some are good, some are bad, summer's crude, she's a fad. Don't take it to heart. I moved from a place that I thought I had known, where I stood by the trash where the memories I'd thrown had existed for a second a small simple thought. I thought to myself and then slowly forgot.
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Hell Games
03:47
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Fear makes the wolf seem bigger. Fear makes the wolf seem large. The wolf only exists if you let it. Fear makes the wolf seem bigger. Fear puts the wolf in charge. I may go to hell for this. But I'll see you there. Maybe we are the devil. Maybe we cause the rift. He only exists if you let him. Maybe we are the devil. Maybe we make him live. We destroy ourselves for something we cannot see. A simple thought. A helpless belief in a higher power controlling your life. You'd give yours too quick for holy advice. Fear makes the ghost seem bigger. Fear makes the ghost seem large. The ghost only exists if you let it. Fear makes the ghost seem bigger. Fear puts the ghost in charge.
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Hang Up Your Sails
02:51
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Hang up your sails but don't let them hang you. If you set sail don't let the current take you. The nights they seem so cruel sometimes. With every noise I hear outside. The past, the future or present text. I'll stay out while the room has sex with itself. Preventing this seems so flawed like the idea of someone believing in God. A weak minded church that is too quick to judge your life, my life for not having a weak minded crutch. There is a point to life my dear. It lies within all the rules your adhere. That's twenty one years that you will not have back but the next twenty one will give a reason to laugh. If you can't laugh if the scar is too deep I can't help you along on your path of grieving. You know it was your own goddamned fault. Don't blame anyone else for your body's assault on itself. Hidden just like the recluse. You're miserable because of all of your self abuse. Hang up your sails but don't let them hang you. Hang up your sails but don't let them hang you. Hang up your sails but don't let them hang you.
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Fractions Of A Whole
01:32
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I'm 3% sure that I know who I am but sometimes I think I'm wrong. I think I know my place, in this funny little race, but it turns out I'm just afraid. I'm 7% sure that I woke up today, but I could still be dreaming. Cause I'm drenched in sweat from the terrors I forget from day, to day, to day. These fractions of a whole do not contain a soul if that's what you're searching for. Just live for now, there's nothing to find out. I'm 10% sure that I fell in love, but I'm really not sure what it was. I think it was a trick, cause she got over it too quick, too quick, too quick. I'm 80% sure that I'll die alone, but I am okay with that. It gives me time to think, to live, to drink with no ties to anything. These fractions of a whole do not contain a soul if that's what you're searching for. Just live for now, there's nothing to find out. Live in the moment, and try enjoy it, cause your time is almost up. If tomorrow I die, darling please don't cry.
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Self Improvement
03:43
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Every few years I am born anew. Through the same pair of glasses with a whole different view. Of a friend that you thought you maybe had known. With an old fading memory of a candescent glow. But it happens like that and you can't change the fact you're in love with a thought. What a miserable pact between body and mind. The place where you'll find no idea of God creating mankind. It's a fraud it's too broad there are too many flaws to think that we're all created by God. With all of this hate and intense debate no one here can see what is truly at stake. It isn't just you, it is all of us too. We push our ideas until it turns to abuse. We all must stand up and stand for one love. It's the only way we'll stop spilling blood. While you are here won't you live your own life. Choose your own path and you'll be alright. Here on this Earth, we must weep with her movements. Don't rely on God for self improvement.
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Brothers and Sisters
11:32
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Free at last, free at last. This time for grieving has finally passed. This haunting guilt has finally ceased. There is no room for religious atrophy. Let the churches burn. Let the people urn for a better place to live. Let the pointless need for martyrdom ceased to exist for pointless religion. Be the change that you wish to see. Or be condemned to repeat history. Be the change that you wish your were. Or be condemned to watch history reoccur. If you fall down expect your brother to lend a hand. If you fall down expect your sister to lend a hand. We are all these same. If you fall down expect your brother to lend a hand. We are all the same.
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