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Embers
03:30
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there’s tinder and kindling in my chest.
i see a red coal in your ribcage,
waiting, patiently pacing.
you’re incinerating everything in your path,
and i hope i get burned.
i remember,
when a breeze blew an ember,
and it caught me all over.
you sat there and smoldered all night. but my organs are made of water.
the flame keeps getting hotter.
i feel them boil over...
and all of the smoke,
rises up through my throat, and i choke.
cause i don’t,
want you to know,
that i’ve been feeling this way.
it wasn’t the first time,
it wont be the last time,
that my senses were dulled.
defenseless, I’m pulled,
into the ashes,
a hand full of matches,
a spark to light the blaze,
i’m not surprised you’re not amazed,
but oh, you rage with the wind at your back,
behold the scar that’s left in your track.
there’s tinder and kindling in my chest,
i see a red coal in your ribcage,
waiting, patiently pacing,
you’re incinerating everything in your path,
and i hope i get burned.
i remember,
when a breeze blew an ember,
and it caught me all over.
you sat there and smoldered all night. but my organs are made of water.
the flame keeps getting hotter.
i feel them boil over...
and all of my hopes,
they were stoked,
when you spoke,
old flames reawoke,
and now you know
i’ve been feeling this way....
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2. |
Ride On
03:45
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i hope that when i die,
with a needle in my eye,
my heart’s crossed and my love’s lost,
and my soul will pay the true cost for you.
good bye darling. it’s been nice.
please don’t feel too blue.
it will be ok. that’s what they say.
that’s what they tell me.
but they tell me lies.
i will find a way to love you. to love you.
any way.
dark is the night.
i’m gonna ride into the light. dark is the night.
i’m gonna ride into the light.
ride on. ride on with me.
they come to me.
rope in hand flipped neatly into a tight loop noose.
they ask if i have any last words.
i say, i sure do.
love your lady.
love your horse.
keep your boots clean.
and always fight dirty.
ride on.
ride on. ride on with me.
i hope that when i die.
with a needle in my eye.
my hearts crossed.
and my love’s lost.
and my heart will pay the true cost for you.
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3. |
Last Meal
02:35
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i think for my last meal
i might have a bullet.
the gun’s in my mouth, but can my trigger finger pull it?
i don’t think so.
but maybe if i had a drink though.
i might work up the nerve.
the lights are blurring and my speech is slurring,
my heart’s been hurt and death keeps on lurking.
from behind enemy lines
i need to start trying to stop lying,
to myself and my family.
but they’ve really got to hand it to me,
fi‘ve been keeping a straight face
but my disgrace of being a disgrace
at this rate, my mistakes
have got my insides twisted the shape that my fists make
pounding on the walls of this place
i want to escape.
and run as fast as i can.
i think for my last words
ill just keep my mouth shut.
up in my skull i hear my conscience
screaming now what?
is it up or down? are we taking the middle ground?
this is purgatory. they keep searching for me...
but you wont find me in the crowd.
and you won’t find me up in those clouds.
and you won’t find me up in those clouds....
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4. |
The Wall
04:56
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go on. get out. she said to me.
why cant you act a little more decently. for who i asked.
for me.
alright. ill act a little more heavenly.
write your name on the wall next to mine.
it’ll still be there in the morning light.
tell me something that’ll make me laugh,
it’ll make me cry
it’ll make me leave.
make me die.
green flakes in the corner of the street.
makes me weep.
we are poor helpless little things.
we cannot fend for ourselves.
we cannot even fly.
write your name on the wall next to mine,
in the morning light.
it wont wait for you or i.
tell me something that’ll make me laugh.
make me weep.
make me die.
write your name on the wall next to mine.
it’ll still be here in the morning light.
tell me something that’ll make me laugh.
it’ll make me cry.
make me weep.
make me die.
i would like to live in undisturbed happiness to a great age.
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5. |
Singed Feathers
03:08
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should have just been honest,
never could keep a promise,
always knew what you wanted,
just not how to accomplish it.
low life despondent.
a needle as an accomplice,
passed out unconscious,
he’s unresponsive.
your feathers are singed,
the weather has been
awfully sunny.
the thing about being blind eyed,
i’ve still got my hindsight,
and it’s 20/20.
how did i not see it.
history’s repeated.
another life’s deleted.
my conscience conceded that,
what you needed
was a vice unimpeded.
you begged and you pleaded,
but now you’re bleeding out.
oh you lied. and i was so surprised,
those cold blue eyes.
i guess this is good bye.
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6. |
Hearts on Fire
02:59
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if you want to be a rebel,
you talk to the devil.
you walk up hiding your halo.
hey bro
put me on the payroll.
you’ll be working two jobs,
one with the devil, and one with god,
one down below, and one up top.
you’re still living on the same shitty city block.
down on earth, and it wasn’t really worth it.
didn’t you know this place used to be perfect.
i started crying when i finally learned that,
we’re the whole reason why it’s fucking burning.
my hearts on fire. my hearts on fire.
if you want to be an angel,
i heard it’s even more painful.
you’ll end up living a life not worth living.
i started winning the moment i stopped giving away
all my lemons, and started making lemonade.
i had a minute. i got another minute made.
i had a time limit.
i was deadline living.
well next time wishing isn’t gonna make the difference you really want.
and i know, i know you too well.
probably better than myself.
and we both know it’s not really working.
someone tell her to stop hurting him.
otherwise, she might end up murdering.
leave another boy with his heart murmuring,
yelling out god damn i should have learned from them.
i feel my stomach. it’s curdling.
my heart fell in and now it’s burning again,
as i watch her walk up and start flirting with him.
i’m sick of worrying,
about where you are. where do you want to be?
ready for the day when you stop haunting me.
i look forward to when you’ve forgotten me.
but the next time i see her. yeah the next time i see her.
she’ll have a smile on her face as she slides the knife into my rib cage.
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7. |
Paint by Numbers
04:02
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it’s a different color you speak to hurt.
you paint. you’re painting by numbers. fill in the contours of lifetimes past, you can’t finish last.
you fight for your right to be heard in a dissonant world
shoo wop, doo wop, doo wop , doo wop
oh oh oh yeah
it’s the beginning of something new,
but you say that you wont be a slave to the things that you do, i’m going to get out of here right now,
and ill try, ill try to keep you in mind
shoo wop doo wop, doo wop , doo wop
oh oh oh oh
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