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Fetus
04:11
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Hey girl, I can’t stand you
I like your issues
And you like my sociopathy
You’ll think I am
Some sort of great thinker
I guess everything is relative
I’m scared of who my father was
I’m scared of who I can be
Hey dad, I can’t stand you
I’m scared of your issues
And they’re bound to end up in me
You’ll think I am
Some sort of great person
I guess everything is relative
I can’t tell my sleep from dreams
My brain is feeding me a more interesting life
It’s all covered in a layer of smog
I can’t see who it is at the other side
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Calvary
04:14
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He stared at me with his black eyes and said,
"Thank you, Father, you seem to be the only one who cares,"
He lay in his bed pale, tubes diffusing from his arm
Dangling like the life left in Their hands
He keeps putting his faith in me and our God
He wants to have something to replace his distant son
But he can’t hear me when I think of him at night
So is it so bad no one knows my lie?
She stared at me with her red eyes and said,
"Thank you, Father, you seem to be the only one who cares,"
Her praise brought me warmth and helped me forget my sins
I rely on others to make me feel significant
I’m not worth anything
Am I evil inside?
I won’t dare touch them
Am I evil inside?
I would never touch
She keeps putting her faith in me and our God
She wants something to replace her distant mom
But she can’t hear me when I think of her at night
So is it so bad no one knows my lie?
And I ignore the mind that can’t control my body
No man should be put to this test
Does this mean that I’m stronger
Or just weak for lying to myself?
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Grey
04:59
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I saw my mother lying on our kitchen table
Her lips were stained purple like her glass
And my father forgot to come home for dinner again
That’s ok, though, we ordered in
I’m pretending that these shows can replace affection
You remind me of my dad
And I just wanna hold my hand
Can you hear me?
I’m making friends with handles
Living my teenage years (like they’re my last)
And, Dad, can you hear me?
I wish you would be around
The way you look at me
I look so bad
You remind me of my dad
And I just wanna hold my hand
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4. |
Ze
04:26
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I opened my arms to the sky
And felt the morning sun for the first time
All I could see was the grey creeping up through the paint
But I could still feel the warmth
I let it engulf me
It’s the only thing too far for us to end
And that is when I realized that is all you need
They got it right, so long ago
How romantic would it be to let it all go?
Leave the construct that just damages
The only thing we have
I could become the dirt that’s always been
But I would never meet you
And just hurt the only ones I love
People think they know the truth
Though they’ve never seen a clear night sky
Or been miles away from the nearest artificial light
Why do we think you would have a face at all
Or care about our calls?
You created it in seven days
And we’ve ruined it in seven scores
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5. |
Pour
05:40
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I see her every day
Yet I’m always surprised by
The fact that she looks more
Beautiful this day than the last
I could look at her face
For hours on end
But I can’t tell her that I love her
I know the sentiment wouldn’t be returned
I see her every day
Yet I’m always surprised by
The fact that I cannot
Tolerate my own daughter this day
Any better than the day before
But I can’t tell her that I love her
I know the sentiment wouldn’t be returned
I know that
It’s so pathetic but I
Take it out on her
She doesn’t know
I’ll drink alone tonight
Remind myself that he’s the one
That goes with her at night
I can’t help you today
Because I can’t help myself today
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6. |
Id
04:24
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I drank three too many beers tonight
Two too few from being drunk
I took one too many sleeping pills this time
A few too few from ending up like my uncle
I’m begging these chemicals give me
A creative spark
Something to make me feel as
Enlightened as I think I am
Grab my hand
Pull me up
It’s harder to see the dirt from this pedestal
Maybe I should hang on the floor more often
It would humble me
I’m so fucking humble
Is it possible to know that
You’re not as great as you think you are?
If you hear someone tell a lie enough times
You’ll start to believe it
I’ve had just the right amount of sleep
Not enough to be coherent
Not too little to pass out
If I fight this sleep just a few more hours
Something worthwhile might come out
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