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When I get back home I’m gonna write it all down,
Every single word that you’re gonna drown out
And I’ll tell myself what I worked on for years
Is gonna sound when it falls on deaf ears
This is the darkest place for my bright ideas
And every single day it feels so out of reach
But try digging yourself out of a hole this deep again and again and again
They say time heals all but dwelling on the past is bad
But when you look back on the life that you’ve had
How do you not get mad at the deck so stacked,
And the long hill up ahead?
I think I’ll waste 5 years to cope with it all again.
Yeah the thought of failure keeps me up at night
But the fear is there even when I try
It makes me a mess I must confess,
But it’s killing me to the nth degree to know I’ve got not options left.
If I repeat myself just for your benefit
Would you even hear a single word of it?
Or would I waste my breath on borrowed time again?
I think I’ll waste my life to do it all again.
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Sometimes I wonder in life how it would feel to be proactive,
(Not) feeling out of touch, so distant, ineffective.
I want to feel the way a normal person does when they
Decide to wake up and have fulfilling interactions
(Not) taking every word as a personal attack then
Just shut yourself inside and feel the need to hide. Well I’ll
Stress until my mouth starts bleeding
The bad ideas I keep repeating
That always seem to add up right in my head
And I’ll laugh at every stupid joke that life will always try to throw
And pray for better circumstances next time
They mistake my kindness for weakness but that’s an accurate assessment
Looking for an exit, how I’m gonna dress this
Or will I ever get the chance at all?
Spent so much time in my life just hoping for disaster
Every day I age ends up going even faster,
I’d probably miss it if I got the chance, it came, it’s gone
And I’ll stress until my mouth starts bleeding
The bad ideas I keep repeating
That always seem to add up right in my head
And I’ll laugh at every stupid joke that life will always try to throw
And pray for better circumstances next time
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Dealey Plaza
03:40
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This is what they mean when they say that history forgets the losers
And everyone told me you wouldn’t leave laugh lines, only bruises and I
I defy anyone to tell me why I spent
Three months getting to know you
And I ended up asking why
This is what they mean when they say that you reap the things you sow and I’m like
A battered Victor Frankenstein and I’m crawling through the snow, you know;
Don’t feel so bad for me
‘Cause this is how I make amends
And if I still take things this badly
This is how they need to end
Some days I like to think about Jack Kennedy in office
How and how I’ll never be completely sure if his killers walk among us
This is what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies closer;
Down the hall, across the street
Burning bridges with kerosene. This isn’t healthy
Don’t feel so bad for me
‘Cause this is how I make amends
And if I still take things this badly
This is how they need to end
Some days I like to think about Jack Kennedy in office
How and how I’ll never be completely sure if his killers walk among us
And how October is my November
And how this city is my own Dallas
And how we’ll never know who took the shots
Because there’s no one left to tell us
Some days it would be easier to leave all this behind and go down south
To some place where no one will try to find me
I’d even send a postcard
When I drive to Dealey Plaza and I blow my fucking brains out
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Manos: The Hands Of Fate
02:30
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Always had the best intentions
Even with the worst suggestions
Let slip your own self-indiscretion
To lift yourself out of the ground again
Oh the mistakes that we both made
Combined with distance and the heartbreak
So when you’re done with me return me to my former glory,
Proceed to break me down by subject and category.
I never heard the truth more than the lie
It never takes me by surprise,
I’ve seen the guilt in both our eyes this time.
The oxygen you recirculate
Is no replacement for the tales you tell your
Friends don’t want to know,
Don’t pick up the phone.
And think about the things you’ve done
I never heard the truth more than the lie
It never takes me by surprise,
I’ve seen the guilt in both our eyes this time.
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About time I got put in my place
I’ve been running over everything you said to my face
And I’m so sick of letting vampires in
Causing every problem that I find myself in
But it’s too late for me to stand on my own
Think of every single night I fell asleep on the phone; ended
Passed out with the lights out, face on the ground
And every moment I was crying for help
I tried doing the right thing
But it’s an albatross to me
Keep getting caught in my own wake
No one around me knows (how)
To be the only one who feels
The weight of all the world around my
Lack of ambition
Coming to fruition
Lack of ambition
It’s all done for attention
You wanted honesty? Yeah you were right about me.
Cause more harm then I let on.
You wanted empathy? Get better friends than me.
‘Cause I would publicly hang my head in shame just to pass the blame.
And my darkest thought is when I’m dead and gone you would do the same,
‘Cause it just feels right to be a parasite and let it wash all over me.
I know that self destruction’s just a way I cope,
But if I speak my mind, I’m too far gone to be broke.
So keep your implements of restitution to yourself.
Lack of ambition
Coming to fruition
Lack of ambition
It’s all done for attention
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I know your secrets
I know everything you’re trying to hide
You’re putting everyone on blast
As a way to pass the time but you
Want mine.
Heard your footsteps across the hall
Loud enough to shake the walls
Weighed with revenge and alcohol
Most people tend to clean their mess
When they know they’re having guests
You’ve made exceptions for last call
And I’m tired, I want to live in black and white
Wanna stop this pointless fight
I don’t care what’s wrong or right
I’ve seen you make a compromise
For what you are on the inside
Deep enough for you to hide
You stress everybody out
It’s hard to picture you without
A crutch to live and die by now.
And I’m tired,
There’s no hope left for us all
You took the fun out of it all
And when confronted you just deflect
You’ve got an ego to protect
And oh, they say;
“You were wrong, you’re always wrong,
You’ve been turning this into something that it’s not”
And oh, I say;
There are good days and there are bad days
And the bad days seem to happen quite a lot
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And it’s just not worth it
When you’re always this suspect
I’m breaking this down into words that you’ll know
It’s no coincidence that bad luck always follows in tow
Hell hath no fury like a red flag ignored
You know, I’d rather be bored
So sick of laying my head on the floor
And it’s just not worth it
When you’re always this suspect
I like to think that you’re the death of the party
Pull yourself out while the others try to tend to the body
What’s worse is that you’re always callous and cold
In an attempt to be bold,
But in the end you just do what you’re told
And you’re falling back on me
To make the same mistakes
And it’s just not worth it,
When you’re always this suspect
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I’ve got the most incessant ringing in my ears
From all the bridges I’ve blown up going back over all these years
Yeah, there’s a comfort in the thought that I can end something so easily
And I’ll count the days, the days go on
And I’ll count the days until they’re gone
It’s suppose to mean something when you say goodbye
I never felt a thing, I never questioned why
Call of the dogs before I slip and choke
No, they were never just a joke, I know
When it comes to self inflicted wounds I take the throne
Like holding water in my lungs,
Trying hard for sleep that never comes.
Some have it all and some get none.
It’s suppose to mean something when you say goodbye
I never felt a thing I never questioned why
And now looking back it makes me see;
That it was for the better that this was the end of you and me.
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When I speak I hope I will inspire,
Instead I set the place on fire
And I hope I’m not the only one who feels this way
When I’ve lost control to everyone from all the give and all the take
And these are the lies we tell ourselves
Look at the mirror between the shelves
And tell yourself the bitter truth;
That you’re the one who lit the fuse
And I know you’re not the only one who feels this way
When you’ve lost control to everyone from all the weight
And now every day you do the same, does it feel great
To live your life with no escape and try to rinse your past away?
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Useless
02:52
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Useless waste of space...
I've got a list,
a list of scripts
so I can self Medicate.
Doctor's orders
to fix my head,
they aren't working for me.
What color pills work with your brain?
Can happiness really be prescribed?
Or will these pills kill me?
Sometimes, that's what it feels like.
Medication. Please be sweet to me.
Medication. Take a hold of me.
I'm so broke,
and irritated
with all these fucked up
situations.
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