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rope bridge
02:55
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trippin
02:09
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i'm still slurrin' & mumblin' words
trippin' over all my subjects & verbs
predicated on this bullshit i feed myself
it's not your fault
nobody ever gets what they deserve
noone ever wants the things they've earned
always reaching right over their heads
or not at all
you are the reason that i feel alive
you were the reason that i wanted to die
i've lived alone now i don't want to die alone
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tidsoptimism
01:56
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i found you but it's too late
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vices
02:38
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when i paint my toes with pretty colors
who exactly am i tryin' to be
when i say that i'm fine even though i suffer
who gets hurt by the words that i speak
when i use up all my savings
'cause every day's a celebration
even though my heart is aching
i'll knock one back
and i'll fire one up
when my job tells me that i'm doing fine
success is the furthest thing from my mind
a toothless mouth like a watermelon rind
now i'm torchin' the sunday funnies just to pass the time
when i'm out livin' on the street
raising strays on organ meat
maybe it's the stench coming from my feet
that makes me knock one back and fire one up
i wanna understand what's happening outside these walls
i wanna learn the secret to getting out of my own head
and could it be that i simply missed the forest for the trees
or when i was blacked-out, passed-out, did i clear cut the whole damn thing
it's the trade-off of this vice
i'm half as good but i'm twice as nice
still couldn't quell my apetite so I will
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5. |
departures
02:43
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i say i wanna leave all the time
just not any time soon
feet fixed firmly to the floor
i'm swaying side to side
creating the illusion to myself
i'm doing something with my time
who determines what a life's worth
who puts value on your life's work
couldn't get a grip or grasp an edge
i tumble to the floor
i'm in a canyon steady sittin' on a ledge
i dangle my legs toward
the abyss although i know it's not the end
i'll live it again so unfair, but i don't care
cause if you force it, then it's just pity
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short trip
03:33
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a short trip; a long ride
what's this supposed to be
a loose grip on a tangent
to reality
i made it; i found it
where i want to be
i can't stay and i won't go
ambiguity
i can one day hope to take care of myself
so won't you please tell me that you will take care of yourself
we sat there
picking away at the skin of our teeth
we blew it; now we chew with bloody stumps
and i couldn't wake up from such a dream
my body wouldn't let me leave my bed
i laid there and thought
"what kind of cruel joke is this"
and I fell back asleep
i knew i'd get a late start, a reprimand for showing up so tardy all the time
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7. |
mothsong_stasis
06:01
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what are you doing?
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idiot
03:18
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sometimes i feel like the kool-aid man
the way i barge in on conversations
and how i fucked up your family's basement
still the kids love it, oh yeah
sometimes i feel like a voodoo doll
the way you stuck pins into me
now and again i barely bleed
yeah that killed me
sometimes i feel like a big dumb idiot
the way i'm wasting all my time
been this way since i was five
still haven't learned nothin
sometimes i feel like my grandma's dog
stuffed into a garbage sack
underneath a plot of grass
and still i don't see the light
if it were easy it wouldn't be worth it
if it were easy it woulnd't be worth a damn thing at all
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sans
04:04
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goodbye; they'd like me removed from their sight
high time i see myself home
searching the edge to find a new point
of reference to understand those that can't reap what they sow
what's sacred to them doesn't mean shit to me
if it helps then it helps; i won't hold it against you
hello again; without you i can't seem to function
rope tied 'round my wrists; the blinders are on
and i'm led by a ghost i can't name
and i don't care where i end up when this is all over
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smizmar Columbus, Ohio
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