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Tied To The Bed
03:57
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There we go again,writing mysteries.
There we go again, creating plagues.
There is no disease, like laying here alone.
There’s no medicine, like the sound of your moan.
There we go again, chasing memory.
There we go again…
I am no longer there,
I can’t hear you by the call of your hum,
There’s no remaining purpose, as you wait for me to come.
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Delay
05:14
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Over my head, higher, higher.
Wanting to stay awhile, awhile
Coming, going, dying, dying
Friend of mine, why, why?
I don't know
Should have been safe
watching you crawl in my heart
Should have been saved
watch me come apart.
False tryst, no more
lying, lying
Our love’s a handshake
crime, crime.
I don’t know
Should have been safe
watching you crawl in my heart
Should have been saved
watch me come apart.
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Deceiver
05:05
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I’m the deceiver,
Peeling myself from another mirror.
Die to the need to hold my reflection
Peel away, drift away, dying again.
You are my keeper,
Licking your lips like the taste was sweeter
Blood on your hands, in your mouth, in your eyes,
In the words you speak, world you see dying again.
I don’t see me anymore
There’s got to be another way through
I don’t see me anymore
I’m the deceiver,
Peeling myself from another mirror
Die to the need to hold my reflection
Peel away, drift away, dying again.
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No Love Gets Away
06:47
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You ran through the snowstorm to get home
Laughing, scheming, at you I shake the globe
Pound your fist against my metal gate
Come back to me, you won’t get inside
Your tongue twisting, bending, truth set in stone
Searing eyesight in my stone gaze
No love gets away
Come back to me, you won’t get inside
I will shake that globe.
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Hot Breath
06:41
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Woke up in blackness, figure was dancing
Inching toward me, breath dripping in me
Intoxicated by the breath in your words
Whispering something that I’ve never heard.
Hot breath burning, skin pressed but vacant
Sweat beads dripping, embers dancing
Rubbing together, like two sticks that are not there
Ashes falling, burning wick without air
Not one to let you go
Fire, burning
Disembodied, I still feel your hot breath.
Woke up in blackness, sigh like you had given up
Inching away, trading this for a shady fuck
Not one to let you go
Fire, burning.
Tired of severing my tongue
Sucking dry another one
I push my head inside a glass
I wait for another thought to pass
I feel a ghost hovering me
I feel its words killing me
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Corpse Pose
07:24
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Humming quietly
Passing a thought of mine
Some destiny I have
I cannot shake hands with
Deathbed fantasy
Robbing me blind
I’m still wondering
Lay in my corpse pose
Deathbed is my wheelchair
Memory is my wooden crutch
Fingers run through her hair
Dying I don’t feel much
Deathbed fantasy
Robbing me blind
I’m still wondering
Lay in my corpse pose
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Headless Pillow
07:04
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One more walks away from this shady union
Now I’m all alone and naked, faking moving on
Blowing candles, hope I get a handle before I turn thirty
Reading self-help, setting goals, twenty-one days to happiness.
We are leaving, searching for something
Arriving but never really coming
We’ve made mistakes for which we’ve paid
We’ve laid our last stake in the claim
And you’re a fraud, you concoct another speech
And masturbate to the sound of their applause
You’re a figment of imagination,
I’ve decided I don’t serve you anymore
I have trusted while you have lusted
I take back my love and go about my day
But who’s to say how things will go
I wake up each day and see a headless pillow
There we go again…
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