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Roman Holiday
02:59
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We cut our teeth in the bedroom. We slit our wrists in our costumes. All of them, witches. Witches. Witches. Witches.
We are the death of the party. We are the life of the funeral. All of us, ragmen. Ragmen. Ragmen. Ragmen.
I want the ripened fruit.
I want the fresh meat.
I want the first born.
I want the down beat.
We traded vows on the front line. They ushered us through the stop sign. All of them, witches. Witches. Witches. Witches.
We found our way in the blackout. We are the ghosts in the lighthouse. All of us, ragmen. Ragmen. Ragmen. Ragmen.
I want the open wound.
I want the dark street.
I want the virgin blood.
I want the wet heat.
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2. |
The Marvelous Slut
01:43
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How ironic I’m nailed to the cross while the vultures stuff their mouths. God and the devil are split by a thin white line.
6 feet from an early grave.
9 inches from being saved.
1800 miles of skeletons on the interstate.
Why do I give myself away? Why do I bleed so easily? Why do I give myself away to the yawn?
6 feet from an early grave.
9 inches from being saved.
1800 miles of skeletons on the interstate.
Why do I give myself away? Why do I bleed so easily? Why do I give myself away?
If death’s coming it best come quick or I’m all yours.
Her clothes will crack and peel off. A hard stance that a habit made soft. I am eaten of worms until I give up the ghost.
If death’s coming it best come quick or I’m all yours.
Take me home.
How ironic I’m nailed to the cross while the vultures stuff their mouths. God and the devil are split by a thin white line.
Why do I give myself away? Why do I bleed so easily? Why do I give myself away?
I’m worth nothing to me.
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Wait until they send your son home in a box. See if you’re dancing when water is everywhere. Anguish is endless but deaths unambiguous. Wave as it carries him off and pose while it fits you in hospital gowns. Flirt with the men dressed in white. Slip into bed with the fire that consumes your house. Sing on your surveillance tape. Smile in your autopsy photo for once. Phone up the boys that have buried your bones.
Where do you get off loving life? As if its done any of us any good.
You’re going to wish you were me when the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves and you’re standing on the edge holding a rose.
Dead where we stand and you concern yourself with such things as your status and what’s in fashion?
Don’t say you cant be this bothered. Death becomes us all.
You’ve got some nerve having hope in this ghost town port of call.
Someday your insides will turn themselves out. Tell me what purpose our efforts have served when we end up in the ground? More acts will follow the roles we have played. Everything loved will expire. I’ve seen it all and I’m worse off because of it. Good men have died in my arms. I’ve been everywhere yet we’ll end up at the same depth. What’s the point?
You’re going to wish you were me when the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves and you’re standing on the edge holding a rose. You’re standing on the edge holding a rose.
Don’t say you cant be this bothered. Death becomes us all
You’ve got some nerve having hope in this ghost town port of call.
There’s nothing to see here. And nothing gazes back at me.
There’s nothing to see here. And that nothing looks back at us.
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4. |
Wanderlust
04:10
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I dropped my conscious and cast another stone. I took to preaching while dancing on the coals.
I can’t say where I’ve been and only god knows where ill be but there must be a place for a wretch like me.
Oh, lord knows I’m tired but I wont rest my head until I’m home. And if my hands find themselves another body, well, you cant blame them for trying to keep warm.
Morals are simply a matter of time. And where you lay your heads a question of pride.
But when it's said and done, you’ll find it in the lines that privilege and wit made me misfortunes child.
Can’t tell collapse that it needs to slow down. Can’t tell death that it shouldn’t come around. And when they take my head and put it on a stake I’ll know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead men awake.
Bartering your vigor for a paralyzing love. What have you done?
I took the scaffold and laughed until I fell. Girl if you need me, grab another from the well.
I can’t imagine what hell might have in store but I know once I’m there I wont wander anymore.
Oh, lord knows I’m tired but I wont rest my head until I’m home.
And if my hands find themselves another body, well, you can’t blame them for trying to keep warm.
Oh, lord knows I’m weak but I cant clear my head if I’m asleep.
Morals are simply a matter of time. And where you lay your heads a question of pride.
But when it's said and done, you’ll find it in the lines that privilege and wit made me misfortunes child.
Can’t tell collapse that it needs to slow down. Can’t tell death that it shouldn’t come around.
And when they take my head and put it on a stake I’ll know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead men awake.
We’ve lived under this dark cloud forever. Waiting for the bad luck to break.
Just let me try that one again. With a little more feeling
We’ve slept at the crossroads together, trying to make an honest mistake.
Just let me try that one more time. Without a smile on my face
Another road as empty as every promise is. If life is pointless, then point taken. Say amen.
Light another candle, put my body out to sea because your heart is no place for a wretch like me. Another stranger passing, a common dissonance. If life is pointless, then point taken. Say amen.
Light another candle, put my body out to sea because your side is no place for a wretch like me.
When they unearth these passages, will I appear to be proud?
Not if you’re listening close enough. Not if you’re sounding it out.
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5. |
For The Record
02:59
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God knows I’ve longed to feel something but now’s not the time. I’m caught up in the heartless disorder of a Friday night. Focused on staying distracted until I lose sight of the tiresome and clinical patterns of my life.
I will cherish this love for the rest of my night.
One day I’ll find myself facing the firing line. Serves me right. For the record I’ve written my crimes.
I will cherish this love for the rest of my night.
Lord have mercy on my soul. I’ve had a good run but cant run anymore. Just put me down.
Can’t sidestep the long arm for too long with this paper trail.
I’ve let them devour my heart for some material.
But I’m a drunkard a coward a crook. I ought to change my ways.
Face the music. Carry the can. Etcetera. Etcetera
What next? Oh there’s got to be something more than this. What’s next?
Trust me, I’m still with you somewhere. I just wish it were here.
Someday I’m bound to feel guilty but now’s not the time. I’m sure I’ll get what I’m due. Everything will be fine. Hell bent on finding the next fix in the fog. You’re in a cab on the way to your house. Change the locks.
I will cherish this love for the rest of my night.
Lord have mercy on my soul. I’ve had a good run but cant run anymore. Just put me down.
Can’t sidestep the long arm for too long with this paper trail.
I let them devour my heart for some material
But I’m a drunkard, a coward, a crook. I ought to change my ways.
Face the music. Carry the can. Etcetera. Etcetera
Please forgive me.
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White Smoke
03:00
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Put me to rest before it spreads. It’s not long until the bugs eat through to the castle wall and besiege my noble heart. New flags are raised.
Cut off the gangrened limb. In this case it begins at the neck. Save yourself from me. Save yourself from me.
Please, once and for all.
The impact is dead ahead so take the gun and apply the brakes. I can feel the onset of lust course through my veins.
Help me let go. Hell is holding on. Help me let go. Hell is holding on
So relieve me of life. Give me what I came here to get.
I’m not coming home.
Be it undead or dogs, they will come for what’s mine. Though I put up no fight at all it’s not my fault. And so on.
This is not me.
You can’t mute the virus once it screams your name. I’ve changed the guards at the gate for the sake of the king.
This plea is old hat. These bites are old hat. This song is old hat. Every word is old hat.
I’m not coming home.
Be it undead or dogs, they will come for what’s mine. Though I put up no fight at all, it’s not my fault.
Happy dagger, make it brief. Happy dagger, be brief. Start the chemical fires. Chimneys bleed white smoke. Before the worms even find me the crowd is given new hope.
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7. |
Turtles All The Way Down
02:41
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I have lived every day of my life thinking only of what I should think when I read back on everything that I have written of how I’ve lived my life.
And in the process of doing so, I have missed out on the chance to be alive. Just to stay an observer of an impartial observer.
Here I go again. I’m chasing my tail around the sun.
Standing beneath a tortoise under an elephant under the world.
The gravity of the battle means nothing to those at peace.
I can’t believe I thought my thoughts meant anything.
When we think we’ve reached the end, we’re only back where we begin.
Superman. Superman. Superman.
We are starving to death on full stomachs. Running miles, new hearts on old legs.
If I had known all the howls were false alarms, oh just imagine the ammo we’d save.
Here we go again. I’ll come to your party if it goes until 4 question marks at least.
3 or less and its not worth my time at all. On nights like those my absence trumps my company.
When we think we’ve reached the end, we’re only back where we begin.
Superman. Superman.
I truly believe ill be remembered and that even this sentence will be studied. Will you think that I am wise because I’m aware of that? Or am I just killing myself before they get me?
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8. |
Organ Grinder
04:07
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You’ve heard the voice of god, solely. Everything is so clear to you. Reload for the greater good. Focus. Throw us at the feet of the fools.
You don’t know how lucky you are that your life is so characterless.
All the worlds a cage and we are animals pounding on the glass. Housebroken, declawed. Unaware of the threat. Bull hooks that keep us in line while cameras flash and we play while the trespassers plot to collect on their debts.
There were eyes everywhere that I went.
You’ll be found. Mark my words. You will be found.
Stripped down and held to the light. You will be found.
They will narrow their eyes, take aim and bring the world to its knees.
You’ll be found. Mark my words. You will be found.
Just because you have figured it out doesn’t mean it won’t happen to you.
All the worlds a maze and they are scientists plotting every move.
Big brother will keep us in line with his snipers on the roof. Though I’m cautious not to draw the attention of the fiends, I’m the happiest sadist around once surrendered to the drink.
There was fire everywhere that I stood.
Just because you’re afraid of the dark doesn’t mean that its frightened of you.
Empty your head. Quiet. Send them to hell.
You’ve heard the voice of god, solely. Everything is so clear to you. Slow down your racing heart. Steady. Quickly or it moves out of frame.
We are nothing more than mannequins. Everyone is put on display
This will not pass in time. The moment will not pass.
Caught in the act for our lives. The moment will not pass.
The dark doesn’t flinch. Take heed. The moment will not pass.
Cover your tracks. We’re sitting ducks. The moment will not pass.
We are nothing more than mannequins
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9. |
Host Disorder
02:29
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My cancer came knocking. It was dressed to the nines. So I peeled back my skin and I let it come inside.
But it won’t leave, though the guests have gone. No it pours a drink and requests another song. Now it sleeps in between us. Splits and doubles in size. Apes my nuances of desertion, lust and arrogant pride. And it drags me out of my head.
The plague is now empowered.
My cancer waved torches. Broke the lock on my door but I’m powerless to refuse it anymore.
Is everyone comfortable? Is everyone having a good time?
My friends are all vampires. Come to drain and transform.
I kept the window cracked and the light on. Kept the leftovers warm
Maybe I make myself sick
Make me give a damn and I will be with you everywhere. I will open the sky. I will follow you into hell. Kill everyone in our way. Open your heart to the snake oil peddlers.
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Cleaned up the mess I’m in, now I am born again. Naked, spotless motion without strings. I’ve flushed the filth to sea, the limbs and sharp debris but if that water rises woe is me.
Hearts aren’t beating they’re counting down*. Breaths aren’t stolen they’re groomed and given out. The closet is teeming with broken bones. I’ll be driven out and swallowed whole.
I walk a crooked mile with the devil on my back puppeteering, schemes with every step.
But I once could walk through walls and drift above it all, pursuing endless love to endless depths.
Hearts aren’t beating they’re counting down*. Breaths aren’t stolen they’re groomed and given out. The closet is teeming with broken bones. I’ll be driven out and swallowed whole.
Object all you want but I am not done with you.
Lives will be lost. Children will grieve. Entire nations will crumble and blood will run deep, but we will be redeemed. You and I will be weightless. We’ll stay unborn so death can’t start the clock and love can seep through our pores.
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11. |
The Sweet Life
02:52
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Yea I know I look worse for the wear. But I have everything at my fingertips. I’ve been infantilized by a pat on the back and an endless go-ahead.
Ain’t nothing gonna break my stride. Ain’t nothing gonna slow me down. Oh no. When there’s no one disapproving.
Yet its women not lack of ambition that keeps good men bedridden.
Jesus Christ I am forever making the same mistakes.
Yet its women not lack of ambition that keeps good men bedridden.
Jesus Christ I am forever making the same mistakes.
I’ll continue to stumble around as long as everyone cheers me on. Am I the only one without the weapon to end the war?
Aint nothing gonna break my stride. Aint nothing gonna slow me down. Oh no. When there’s no one disapproving.
Yet its women not lack of ambition. That keeps good men bedridden.
Jesus Christ I am forever making the same mistakes.
Yet its women not lack of ambition. That keeps good men bedridden.
Jesus Christ I am forever making the same mistakes.
Deaf men in a city of sirens. Blind men in the presence of snakes. But I’m adrift in a sea of temptation. A newborn with inadequate skills. Turn the party up, honesty be damned.
How fucking pathetic of me.
I can’t go on this way. Not when I have your heart. Oh what a childish life I have led. God what a wicked man I have been.
Aint nothing gonna break my stride. Aint nothing gonna slow me down. Oh no. When there’s no one disapproving.
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12. |
Buffalo 666
02:40
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Despite what you think, I can offer you nothing. I’m seasick and strung out and tired of adjusting.
Put your hands on the dashboard where I can see them. Hands on the dashboard where I can see them.
Let me think. Let me think. I’m all backed up. Just let me think.
If you would be my bride the smoke and mirrors of blissful lives will throw the hounds off the scent.
Learn the lines. It’s all I’m asking
We steal what we need and the rest we call love.
Take back the night. Drug the captors and run for your life.
This is not what it seems. Stockholm syndromes just excessive grief
If you leave me, I’m coming with you. I promise you that.
Get out while you’re still gods child.
We are deer in the headlights. Motionless until we’re ripped to shreds.
Stop following me around. Stop following me around.
Learn to lie. That’s all I’m asking.
We steal what we need and the rest we call love.
Take back the night. Drug the captors and run for your life.
This is not what it seems. Stockholm syndromes just excessive grief.
If you leave me, I’m coming with you. I can promise you that.
Get out while you’re still gods child.
Hands on the dashboard where I can see them. Hands on the dashboard where I can see them. Don’t look up. The cheap thrill of our impending doom is all I have.
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13. |
Goddam Kids These Days
03:01
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Amidst the most barren scene how are we lost? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Shut up. Just give me the wheel and ill drive. You are not yet fit to speak on my behalf.
We deserve to be moved by more than force alone. Instead I’ve been witness to loss upon loss upon loss. I’m assailed by the thoughtless who sing to their own. Caught in the middle, I’m pinned between the egos and the drones.
Skill has been called to arms.
Goddam kids have grown up to let down. All around us are dissonant sounds. We’re misplaced and we’ll never be found. All these kids have grown up to let down
I’ll be spinning in my grave for the rest of my life. Have I taught you children nothing all this time?
This labyrinth that we’re puzzled by is nothing but a straight line. But sometimes those are even harder to navigate.
We deserve to be moved by more than force alone. Instead I’ve been witness to loss upon loss upon loss. I’m assailed by the thoughtless who sing to their own. Caught in the middle, I’m pinned between the egos and the drones.
Pride has been called to arms.
Goddam kids have grown up to let down. All around us are dissonant sounds. We’re misplaced and we’ll never be found. All these kids have grown up to let down
If this is the state of my art, then I secede.
We’re walking Spanish down a plank that stretches miles.
You are not yet fit to speak on my behalf. What a shame we’re forced to suffer this senselessness and inanity
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