FragmentsGot a folder full of fragments
You're losing all acquaintances, losing your balance
Over spikes, over trip wires, you've got such obvious style
Put limits on thoughts - limit all thinking
Ego is running wild - a monster is hiding behind
Your smoke ring eyes
The harder you fight the tide
Cut Me In TwoOh night sweat
Sleep it off is exactly what I should do
I won't come through, I won't come through
Nobody understands this light
Just like me sincerity
Oh please return to me
'Cause I've been lying to myself, to myself
Eyes Like StaticI hope you’ll be ok baby please tell me if you’re gonna be alright
I know what I’ve broken and that it’s not easy but I’ll stay up with you all night
If that’s what it takes to get back the keys we carved in the sand
Before the tide washes in
Millions of voices on top of voices
‘Till no one’s listening
Manic breakdown misunderstanding
FragmentsGot a folder full of fragments
Losing all aquaintences
Losing your balance
Over spikes, over trip wires
You've got such obvious
Stop putting limits on thoughts
Limit all thinking
Ghost WriterGhost writer, put your pen to the piece of paper
And watch me write it all
For an indoor snowball fight
Worrying over the outcome
Of these illusions
Is like crying over nightmares
Nothing's real in the morning
InstrumentI don't want this Tinsel Glory
Or Empty Praise that I can't carry
I want no more of this delusion
I just want to come back home to you again
Please make me your instrument
With eyes inside out I'll never doubt this
The fruit will always show where the root is planted
Lucky Clover CoinYou found a three leaf clover coin
You said it was good luck and I think it will be.
Your eyes are broken glass, the shattered light
shines on everything you see.
There's a world I wanna leave behind.
Where sunset in a constant bloody winter
gives the only light.
Makersdeath keeps calling me, she’s gonna set me free / no more sunshine sidewalk streets or misery / like she did for you Oh Allen how you suffered / lower east-side apartment we stayed up late / the bones inside your mind where all broken / and the keys that opened any answers were all stolen filling and refilling up the glass with makers / we both agreed The Final Moment! / the sweetest remedy to ever be delivered! heaven or heavenless we’re all headed for the same sweet darkness so she came for you, well I guess you wanted her to / now in the safety of a coffin rest you’re through / no more debts or memories no more heart blood or skin on teeth / final dosage to set you free heaven or heavenless we’re all headed for the same sweet darkness
Prison Is Private PropertyThe have nots have had enough and now they're out to kill the king
Of what looks to be an evil empire where short-term earnings mean everything
There's a pressure to deliver here, your gonna get hurt if you don't play this game
Nobody will ever know, just the CEO to the CFO
If you can work some magic, we can double our paychecks, so make the numbers look right
Wall street is a ruthless mistress with a quick and painful judgment
Temptation is in deep now, threads of greed run through this fabric
Weaving tapestries over your eyes to prepare the landscapes for disaste
Secrets of a salesmanThese baby secrets have grown into children
Through dirty adolescence and now into manhood
I locked the basement door and broke off the skeleton key
But it made no difference still they travel with me
Even though I killed them, they haunt me and they help me
Remember the lies in the shadows, the practiced charades
My hands are an axe chopping at the roots
Of the only family tree that could ever bear fruit
The City Is Callingthe city is calling
everybody is searching for the keys
to all the prisons that the cruel and kind intention can create
the boys and girls of winter gather at the end of November
to drink the drops of joys and sorrows from each others dripping trees
all of life's secrets are in your branches
make sure it's the truth before you write it down kids
Uppers aren't necessaryLead me through these cities of imaginary trends
Something's gonna be changing
Come the morning time, my friend
As fickle as these streets are
They might not even wait around till then
I've got a lot to lose
So come and take it from me quick
White Daisy PassingPlease slow it down
There’s a secret magic past world
That you only notice when you’re looking back at it
And all I wanna do is turn around
I'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean
Cause I couldn’t let go when the water hit the setting sun