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Cut it out, your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine
the crowds are catching on to the self-afflicted song
well here we go again, the art of acting weak
fall in love to fail, to boost your CD sales
and that CD sells yeah what a hit, you got to repeat it
you gotta sink to swim

First you dont, you dont succeed

Passed out in your yard
My clothes were soaking in the morning rain
My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a battered drone
All my limbs are numb

I've been driving past your house
Been pounding at your door

Hold your breath, dear
This ship is going down
We're all downhill
Running with our timebombs
These shins are cracked and splintered
These lips are crusted shut
These squinting eyes just sting me
These veins are drying me up

Soon as you were born, you were aborted
Cast away
Child of moral doctrine and rape
Lord knows, the monsters that marriage makes

Lost wolves void of direction
Head south, thrown in connections
They gave you no name, gave you no name

Everending

We think we want to live forever
It's an unrealistic feat
I don't want to live forever
I can't bear the agony

I don't want to live to outlove everyone

Free To Be Or Not To Be You And Me

So I dug deep down
Deep inside myself
To the pitted heart
Of this scabrous shell
Oddly, all I found
Was a nest of cells

I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
I'm at worst when it's not rehearsed
I don't wanna know the goddamn words
I don't wanna have to spell it out
Don't wanna mumble what I'm trying to say
I wanna scream it from my foaming mouth
Shoot out the lights and ride away

Crusted bloodstains down the nape of my neck
Concussed rhythms swelling in my bed
Who has been controlling everything I do and say?
They sure as hell have made some foul mistakes
Wait, something's shifting in this symmetry
Something's missing in my memory

Somebody's building a monster, it seems

Harold walks down any street of this town
both crier and witness the sun drops clouds shift
his legs twitch

the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting.
in his head its like the weather
back and forth its like the weather
when it rains it pours down

Night has draped its cape of stars
Over our small town
From the campus and the tavern
To the chapel and infirmary
We've seen their dreams
We've found the goods
The fables and folly
Of the residents residing in...

I Am Goddamn

Amazed by all these fingers dangling off these calloused hands
Stunned by all these senses I can hardly understand
I can feel your words they taste so loud
I smell them with my own two eyes
Am I Goddamn?

Don't want to live in the now
Don't want to know what I know
Don't want to live in the now
Don't want to know what I know
Don't want to live in the now
Don't want to know what I know
Don't want to live in the now
Don't want to know what I know

I was alone
I was at home
Til the fabric was torn
The cord was cut
My orbit had begun

I was a simple being
I was simply being

I'll try to make this perfectly clear
I'm so transparent I disapear
these words I lyrically defecate
upon songs I boldly claim to create
clint steps in to establish the beat
4/4 hip hop and you don't stop
this unique approach to start an EP
intended to shock, create a mystique

I've decided tonight
I'm staying alive
Just kicking and screaming
I'm, I'm staying alive
Blood boiling and streaming
There are things
Far to dark to comprehend
Sleep on it one more night

Wind blown
A semi capsized in the storm
Stranded
The rains of June have cleansed it
A baptism of suffering

Take two
One man beneath a waning moon

A little mouse creeps as the mighty tomcat sleeps
He's been up for forty nights, he needs his forty winks
To think of all the mischief his teeth did sink
I can nearly taste it

Some scars heal and practically fade away
While some reveal a past you can't escape
And others still are entirely fake

Less talk, more dancing
If we could push off the sick conversation one more night
I surely would
My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard
Have I soiled your gown?
There's soil on your gown, like sangria
Cleanses the heart
Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime

this is the bed that i have made
this is the grave where i will lay
these are the hands where i will bury my face
i dont believe in wasting time
searching for truth you never find
nobody moves we live in the great decay
all these ghost towns share a name
anywhere, usa

I saw something I was not supposed to see
A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me

(The kitchen door was open a crack,
So naively we peeked inside)

Oh, darling sister, have they hurt you, have they hurt you?
Oh, Pretty Baby, they won't touch you

I wake alone
in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone
and pretend that I am finally home.

The room is littered
with her books and notebooks
I imagine what they say, like,

Words have no feeling without loaded meanings
Words take too long to come across
Meanings are meant for defining defintions
We load them for efect, it's cheap but it's working

It's the best I've got to get your attention
I could never get your attention
I could never please you

Under The Rainbow

The one percent live in high rises
They block out the sun for all the denizens
Under the rainbow

They write the laws on guns and gods
And push em upon the hard folk down below

It's not your parents
It's not your friends
It's not your siblings' indifference
It's not your job
It's not your boss
It's not the last five years you lost

It's not that girl you could never get

Staring up at stars
From the back seat of a stationwagon
Carving the night
Trees keep marching by
Light poles blur into a stream
Blazing laser beams

All...

You're blowing through the home like a hurricane
Shooting through the rooms like a bullet train
Oh no, looking for what you shouldn't
You're going to wish you didn't
You can find pleasure in the crux of pain
It seems you've find a way to dance on your own grave
You're digging deeper when you say:

When we were burning
These stained walls would swell with passion
Our sweat warped the wooden floorboards
You'd kick out the nightlight
And let the moon bleed through the window
Draping over naked bodies

We're killing time