1. |
Hung High
04:32
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So long
I'm smoke
A big deal
A bad joke
I always
Had hope
Forcing
Your throat
Shit talk
Don't last
As time slipped
Through the cracks
Time cut
Me far and wide
Left low
Or hung high
Don't pull away
Or try an escape
Because I see it
From a mile away
Don't see this pass
Don't feign it farther
Or see the kid I am
Holding back
Hold it
Holding back
Hold it back
I need somewhere to sleep
Not far between us
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2. |
Masquerade
04:03
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I run this raft into a freight
Confess your cause and lay your claim
I recline even in this sorry state of history
Rise back into familiar flames
It's a new taste
Drank from the well don't say I'm sane
I'm listlessly losing my own shame
I must confess I lost my silhouette
I show remorse with a pained pirouette
I miss the only one
White days are thrown away
I miss the only one
Who's gonna make this all okay
I push up flowers in the single file
Lost foresight finite try-in try-out
Who the fuck is playing hide and seek
While I weep for the coming signs to see
I miss the only one
White days are thrown away
I miss the only one
Who's gonna make this all okay
My lips are at your feet
And form their treachery
The isle has left the fleet
The gun is up my sleeve
The mask you wear
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3. |
Birds
03:24
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I can come on command
I can come with two foul strokes of the hand
I can kill cunningly
I can kill like it don't mean a fucking thing
As I please
With all stars on command
It hits the back of my head
For today
It's all in reach
A sullen reach
My recent fears
They disappeared
Your diamond eyes
They left me blind
Flat footed and fucked
Look what you did to me
I can't even speak
I can't even save the birds falling through the trees
But I still know your name
And only pain
This case will prove the words I speak they don't mean anything
We're shot
Can't you fucking see
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4. |
Opal Eyes
08:01
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Listen up
Let's create one big lie together
One foul shared existence together
Betray your senses
Sweep them under the rug
Come on listen up
I tried peace talks
I tried to find my way around the sun
I'm nursing so hard I can taste the blood
Remember me before you turn
I got a few plans
I got two heads
I go a few plans
I get so hard I can cut through opal eyes
I get so high I can see through the blain skies ahead
But one last little whirl
To drown the last human out
Last little whirl
Please don't go
Do you ever feel trapped
Don't answer that
Do you ever feel hurt
Like me
Don't you dare agree
Because I'll know
Here I am laying alone in bed
Looking at ghosts on the wall
They're stuttering back
Looking at me they're trying to talk
But I can't hear the words they speak
Or revel within the dreams I seek
All I can do I try not to pray
For sleeping sirens to finally leave me alone
I just want to talk again
You hid the razor blade again
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Don't run
Because I believe in you
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