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Stupid Little Stories
04:33
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Well, I make up stupid little stories
I feel are often of little consequence.
And I'll lie to your face and to your family
About who I am, what I think, where I've been, what I've done,
And how I think this all's gonna end.
I'll cheat and mistreat you.
A short leash I will keep you 'til you escape.
You better double check your pockets if you're feeling a twitch,
'Cause I'm a sneaky little motherfucking son of a bitch.
I've never met you, but I have your best interests at heart.
I'll be your lighthouse - your lonesome beacon in the dark.
So, heed all my wisdom if you think it absolves all your pain.
My ego's your prism, just know that you are still to blame.
As you eat up my stupid little stories,
I think how often a lie becomes the truth.
And if you doubt that last statement's validity,
Take a turn to observe, every word that you've heard
Is poisonous and grossly misused.
I'll take you all for granted as long as you can stand it 'til you bleed out.
Don't come running to me when you've run out of luck,
'Cause if you're asking me, quite honestly, I don't give a fuck.
I've never met you, but I have your best interests at heart.
I'll be your lighthouse - your lonesome beacon in the dark.
So, heed all my wisdom if you think it absolves all your pain.
My ego's your prism, just know that you are still to blame.
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Untideled
02:45
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Step into the ignorance.
Absolve the self of consequence, and find
The bigger the arrogance, the deeper goes the mind.
Be just one, 'cause one is all.
The building and the wrecking ball, and know
The less space between your walls,
The quicker they seal closed.
I think I'll stay for a little while.
I think I'll stay for a little while.
Trust nothing more than pride and greed.
Eviscerate all empathy - don't feel.
The more focused the apathy,
The less this all seems real.
I think I'll stay for a little while.
I think I'll stay for a little while.
I think I'll stay for a little while.
I think I'll stay for a little while.
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Horse-Drawn Specter
03:35
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I can feel it in the night:
A creeping mischief up my cold spine.
A horse-drawn specter bathed in pale light
Nipping at my heels.
I can feel it in the breeze.
Pervasive crackling of the leaves
Emanating through the trees
Into a tainted soul.
When I find myself blinded to sunshine,
My shadow consumes all of me.
Derived and thriving in a hive confined
By evasive morality.
Slowly riding through the haze.
An invitation to malaise.
A selfless station set ablaze
By a worried mind.
When I find myself blinded to sunshine,
My shadow consumes all of me.
Derived and thriving in a hive confined
By evasive morality.
When I find myself blinded to sunshine,
My shadow consumes all of me.
Derived and thriving in a hive confined
By evasive morality.
Cannot postpone or condone my dissection.
Arms pinned, eyes open wide, legs tied too tight.
If the procedure reveals my confessions,
I'll see you on the other side....
When I find myself blinded to sunshine,
My shadow consumes all of me.
Derived and thriving in a hive confined
By evasive morality.
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Moth Waltz
03:49
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In a meadow after dark,
Clouds hold captive all the stars.
You're my blanket, cold and wet.
You're the one I should forget.
As the willow sighs and weeps.
Mist and fog both at our feet.
Though you're sleeping in my arms,
I know you'll cause me harm.
A dog that bites.
A moth to light.
Drawn to your flame
Amidst a fiery grave.
Slowly stirring, eyes apart.
You know nothing of what you are.
Little devil, soft and sweet.
Don't know what you'll do to me.
A dog that bites.
A moth to light.
Drawn to your flame
Amidst a fiery grave.
Travel onward, far away.
Out of darkness, into day.
You will tell me, "We're the lucky ones."
And I'll fly straight into your sun.
I will fly straight into your sun.
I will fly straight into your sun.
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Dust
06:00
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All this dust will settle on me.
Discolored sputter, smothering tease.
Asphyxiated, crystallized.
Alone, ill-fated, paralyzed.
And all this dust will settle on me.
I need you as a fish needs the sea.
And you loved me.
You loved me.
You'll haunt me.
All this dust will settle on me.
The stinging stench of futility.
The strangest hues of love's demise.
The residue of passing time.
And all this dust will settle on me.
I know who you are to me.
But who am I to anybody?
I know who you are to me.
But who am I to anybody?
I'm buried....
I'm buried...
In the dust of love.
I'm buried....
I'm buried...
In the dust of love.
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Don't Mistake Me
03:23
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As the night grew more familiar,
And the moon began to boast.
You stumbled on a wounded soldier.
You mistook me for my ghost.
In my eyes, you saw a mirror
That looked deep into our past.
Though you thought you saw what you once knew,
It was through your looking glass.
Though throughout our life was heartache,
You saw none of my new strength.
Just a lost puppy as you once knew,
Since, I've much outgrown my fence.
Like a seed sown in the springtime,
I search for rain to begin again.
Like a line drawn deep in a sand dune,
I let time come and fill me in,
I let time come and fill me in.
I let time come and fill me in.
Don't mistake me for my ghost.
Don't mistake me for my ghost.
Don't mistake me for my ghost.
Don't mistake me for my ghost.
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