1. |
Coward
03:12
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why do i suffer?
why do i have to feel this way.
there's not enough
peering from the headlights
to illuminate the entire parking lot.
but i can do it.
listen to this horrible beating.
what's wrong with my body, do my arms not ask for a kiss goodnight?
why do i suffer?
why do i get to feel this pain.
closing my timid eyes
all that will be is projections
to illuminate my misguided heart
what's wrong with my phallus, does it not deserve your sharp white tongue?
i won't do this.
ignore blinding lights.
no more anguish; just bury trust beneath my car
or in the raindrops that hit the shining grass.
who knew it could taste so sour.
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2. |
Phallic
06:20
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painfully these hands still stand against nothing
gave up the chance for solitude and beauty
to hold up an indecent lack of love
press those lips together and kiss his drying neck
its gotten old, we both know it
still, those feet get close to warm the frozen toes
underneath the comfort of past, calm and full
please, please. give up your faux chastity
sticking the taste of illegimacy to my mouth
no alcohol or time will ever end it
please, please. listen to the aborted fantasies
this used and bleeding phallic enemy
won't hold up any stumbling whore for amity
it does not ask for certainty of hope
press those lips together and kiss her soft neck
its gotten unmanageable, and useless
please, please. grow found of new seen clarity
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3. |
Hooves
03:18
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punish me for allowing precious filth to exonerate itself
beat down reverie for unspoiled symmetry
the incessante p rodding to my weak heart
check the screen, answer and purge with no snow
splitting these hands down to two fucking hooves
no more mending with new ones, couldn't buy love if i tried.
be unfaithful over and over, until it's unrecognizable
line blurred between dignity and consuming urge of skin
begging for it to end, gun cocked pointed into grieving throats
all screaming to disregard past treasons
involved without a exit door insight, courtesan commands to linger
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4. |
Gimp
03:45
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the hardest thing to say is that you could've been better
but instead you just quit
i'm not pointing fingers or handing out judgement
no i'm no juror
i'm already a convicted fellon
serving time for walking out, now it's time you joined me
this prison cell we've built up for ourselves
out of mistrust and unchecked lust.
i'm sorry that it's the only way it would work
evening out the scores
making sure that i knew damn well what i had done
and nothing more.
let my days be filled with ambition.
let my days be filled with perfection
let my days mean something.
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5. |
You
03:42
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i used to say, if i were just older
if i just had a job, then this life would be so much better
but love isn't the answer, it's never the price that it's marked
it's always ten times higher, and your in debt from the start
so i'll sing soft and clear, now that the truth has been seen
that the woman i'll marry is the one that hid in those lines in between
and i used to say, if i were just sicker
if i were a broken toy, that this heart wouldn't get any bigger.
that i would just stay a boy
but it just keeps on growing, it won't fucking stop.
it's always feeling before i get the chance to hear my thoughts
so i'll sing loud and open, now that the truth has been said
that the woman i'll marry is the one that is always and will always
that is always and will always
that is always and will always
love me the same.
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6. |
Love
02:29
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let the short time left make it's mark.
the weeks you have forsaken truth, let that now be what is caught
neither my hands or my lips, not the heart i have to give
these are already yours to take, first we must begin
oh how i fight to forgive the old decisions made
the steps took to push away my love that was left and saved
let the time we have now sink into the skin; spoiled, bruised and scathed
only at that moment can i kiss those decrepid wounds away
and then we can be what should have been
those weeks you fell out of love, back into love again.
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7. |
Poor
03:35
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i want to be a better son
one that isn't so agile with words
that does the same as the bastard
shuts up when failing, and asks for the weeds
no more chances for grace, no more than received
oh god, i'm so sorry
i hope that i'll be a better lover
that at night you won't leave me
but just leave me at the corner
poor, fake rthym pours out of my cheeks
no wonder there's no kisses, or intimacy at me
oh god, i'm so sorry.
will i be an acceptable boy
or taken back to the factory
where you can buy something you'll enjoy
mother and father.
my wife, marry another
mother and father
my wife leave me for another
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8. |
Breathe
03:36
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we threw away our clothes
just so we could feel naked
we threw away our summer
just so we could see winter
we threw away our love
just so we can live in reason
this is not how it's supposed to be.
we threw away our childhood
just so we could hate growing old
we threw away our best friends
because we couldn't see the difference
we threw away all our bad habits
just so we can fuck it up again
this is not how it's supposed to be.
we threw away our nightmares
to be haunted by our dreams
we threw away our faith
just to be born again in ignorance.
this is not how it's supposed to be.
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9. |
Sex
03:34
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still unjustified on top of your broken tongue
it felt as though you never left me behind
forcing your head down, to taste it all
clutch my skin with neglected lust
letting this faith beg to slide into your warmth
has it ever been that way, still no one has to know
before it all ends in unspoiled summit
bestow your cheating heart unto the air between bodies.
instill the virtue of becoming and enjoyment
poor filth gives no fucking sympathy
cremate everything into just one push
forgiving nothing to feel enough
letting this faith beg to slide into your warmth
has it ever been that way, still no one has to know
before it all ends in unspoiled summit
bestow your cheating heart unto the air between bodies.
wipe off your cheek, brush up your breast.
how i've touched them all this time
his hands were always mine.
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